I thought we were past “testing” women by taking them to a kibanda (an eatery usually in a tin shack). There’s nothing wrong with going to eat in a kibanda. I’m a regular at the kibanda near my workplace. However, if you want to make a good impression on a girl, I’d suggest taking her to a classier place. My date thought it was a good idea to go to a kibanda though.
We met online after he slid in my DMs. He had been following me for years but didn’t make a move until recently. Nonetheless, I noticed him even before he slid into my DMs. That’s the thing I love about social media. It’s so easy to know someone’s background and hobbies from their posts. We had a lot in common. He loved travelling, socializing and working out. I could tell that he was monied as well since he posted pictures in nice hotels and also of his nice car. So, I was more than happy to see his DM.
I tried to play hard to get, though. Most guys like him were used to girls throwing themselves at their feet and getting their way. I had to give him a little hard time.
“Can I take you for a late lunch?” He asked.
“Lunch sounds good but maybe over the weekend. I’m busy on weekdays.”
Can I get your number so I can call you?”
“I’ll give it to you in person,” I replied.
I kept shutting him down until I felt like he got the message. We didn’t meet for almost a month after he sent me a DM but he used to check on me daily. When I was confident that he was truly interested in me, I started to warm up to him. I also learnt a different side of him. He was a completely different person from the guy on social media. He was humble and had insecurities just like the rest of us. One of his biggest worries was going broke.
“I’m not sure whether my business will make it.” He messaged me.
“Why?” I asked.
“It’s just not picking up the way I thought it would.” He said.
He constantly talked about his business worries and I tried to encourage him. At some point, it felt like he was trying to make it look like he wasn’t as rich as people thought. For me, his wealth wasn’t a big deal since I liked his personality. However, I still had a certain standard that had to be met.
My ideal man didn’t have to live in Runda but he at least had to have a decent apartment. He also didn’t have to take me to Kempinski every night but I wasn’t going to a kibanda either. I made sure that he knew that.
“I hope you don’t go broke before we meet,” I said jokingly.
“It’s fine. I can still afford to take you to a kibanda.” He replied.
“God forbid!” I replied.
“When are we going on a date?” He asked.
“This weekend?”
“Will you cancel out on me like the other times?”
“No, I’m free this weekend so we can finally meet.”
We scheduled the date but he refused to tell me where we were going. I don’t like surprises but I played along since he had put up with a lot for so many months.
On Saturday, I spent the whole morning getting my hair, nails and make-up done. I went back home and picked out a hot pink maxi dress and matching heels for the date. After showering and getting dressed, I alerted my date that I was ready.
“I’m around Sankara. Let’s meet there.” He replied.
I ordered an Uber and headed to my destination. While I was getting into Sankara, I saw a familiar face standing outside the gate. I couldn’t hide my excitement. I hurriedly paid the Uber then got out and ran to hug him.
“We’ve finally met,” I said while locked in his embrace.
He stared at me for a minute then smiled. I thought that he was excited to see me but I was wrong.
“I didn’t think you would dress up so much.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“You look great. I just don’t know if you’ll be able to walk in those shoes.”
“Aren’t we going to Sankara?”
“No, I know another great place.” He said
I agreed and followed him but I was so uncomfortable. We walked for almost 30 minutes in the afternoon sun before stopping at a kibanda.
“We’re here.” He said looking at the kibanda.
A middle-aged lady signalled us to go in and he pulled me towards a wooden bridge that led into the kibanda. I was still in shock so I hardly said a word.
“What are you eating?” He asked.
“Nothing,” I said in a murmur.
“Give me fried fish and Ugali.”
People were constantly staring at me and the guy thought it was amusing. He kept chuckling as he devoured his food. I wanted to leave but I couldn’t even stand up since I would only draw more attention.
“Are you okay?” He finally asked.
“No. I want to leave.” I answered.
He paid for his meal and then got up. We then walked another 5 minutes before reaching a mall where I felt more comfortable removing my phone and making a call. While I was waiting at the entrance of the mall, he drove by in a Range Rover and asked if I needed a ride.
As much as I wanted to get in the car, I couldn’t forgive him for making me walk in heels for 30 minutes and taking me to a kibanda. I didn’t even answer him and he drove off. My friend came to pick me up and took me to a nice restaurant where I explained what I had gone through.
I’m just happy that I didn’t give him my number or tell him where I lived. He tried to justify himself by saying that he was “testing” me to see if I was just attracted to his money but I had such a bad experience and impression of him that nothing he said made a difference.
Since that day, I have stayed very far away from social media guys. They’re completely different from other people.
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