I vaguely write but my fingers itched to relay what I was thinking, I switched on the computer, logged onto my blog, grabbed a soft drink and typed out my thoughts.
A few days ago I was on my usual routine exodus to the city center thinking of how a meeting would turn out, I was relaxed In B.I.G words “…I’m cool as a fan.” (The Notorious B.I.G – I Got A Story to Tell) I hop into a city shuttle parked at the bus stage, as I walk towards an empty seat I see a lady seated alone, I decide I will play it cool but partially trip and fumble into an empty seat nearby.
Her complexion was fair and light similar to caramel, her dark hair flowing onto her shoulders barely moving when the shuttle came to an abrupt stop; it was creepy but a “nice” creepy, she had on geeky spectacles rarely looking up, submerged into her own thoughts, dressed in a Retro-futuristic black top matching her black ballet shoes, burned orange pants matching her hand bag placed on her lap, she gently filled her nails unconscious to the surroundings and the world (the world being me).
How can I describe this lady, it was like having the right mix of milk and sugar in your tea (coffee), an exact spread of ketchup (sauce) with your fries, the perfect serving of mayonnaise on a burger, the perfectly toasted bread with unsalted butter spread on it. I’m a foodie and my initial thoughts when I saw her were about food.
The shuttle came to a halt. I watched this wonderful being stand up ready to disembark the shuttle, her gait slow and deliberate yet gracious with every step she took. I sat watching her walk away, transitioning into the bustling mesh of people in the city center; I realized she will remain a phantom of delight in my thoughts.