An encounter with fine melanin

Back when I was still riding a TukuTuku, I once crossed paths with a lady who led me to the worst realisation of my life. It was one of those twice in a lifetime encounters. Yes, beauty lies in the hands of the beholder and the ideal woman doesn't exist bla bla bla...so I will refrain from using the word perfect but she was as close as one can possibly get.

The only thing more impressive than her humility was her divine appearance. She was dark, Very dark 'Something about melanin always weakens me to the core of my being. She could have been a Muhima or Tutsi or a highbreed of the two but she wasn't. She most probably had Acholi or Langi blood because that kind of melanin is hard to come across in the west.She was opening up a new retail shop and wanted me to transport her goods from the main Street to the lowest street along the University road (In Ibanda town)

I remember thinking to myself, no way is she single.She must have been twenty one or twenty two years old. At such an age her capital had to be from a dude. Her father? Probably not. There was some delay in putting her stuff out of the shop. I was on phone the entire time and she seemed rather eager to evesdrop at some point....

I took five trips of 'cargo' to her new shop and by the time I took the last trip there was still no sign of a man. The Daredevil in me ventured to ask for her phone number ,the shop owner on main Street is the one that had called me for the gig ,I was aware that I probably stood no chance.

A TukuTuku boy against the daughter of heaven? I thought that the odds of me even hugging her were next to zero but I was wrong. Believe it or not, she texted me first. For a moment there,my faith in God was fully restored. But something kept bugging me. A feeling that our paths had crossed before. The closer we got in the weeks that followed, the more obvious it became to me that I had ever seen her but all attempts to recall where turned out to be futile.I was not the only one trapped in a state of wondering about something. Apparently, as she later confessed, the ka English I was speaking on phone when we first met did not fit in with my occupation as a TUkuTuku rider.She had been intrigued. At the time I thought her naive. She seemed to have no idea how much capacity to screw up an averagely intelligent guy has. She seemed particularly impressed by the fact that I had gone through both Mbarara High School and Ntare school,a fact I was very eager to reveal if only to prove that I had ever seen good days.

Anyway, I stalked her on Facebook,Instagram and other various social media platforms, i inquired around about her and even asked her indirectly during our conversations trying to figure out where we had met before. to be honest her brilliant beatiful face somewhat looked familiar though couldn't successfully figure out where and how I got to find this new beauty quit familiar.

For some reason it bothered me Sometimes I wish I hadn't cared about our mysterious previous encounter , I had less to worry about as all I felt deep in me was a burning desire and sensation ,the desire for her gradually grew whenever I thought or encountered her , I opted to keeping her by my side by requesting her out. we went on two dates that I spent learning and getting to know her After our third date she invited me back to her place.

There was another room behind the shop where she slept. We had already eaten food and sharex a couple of beers and whiskey so what else was there to do at her place. In the midst of smooches and the fondling of breasts I caught a glimpse of one of the framed photographs (taken at the entrance of a popular hotel) on her night stand and a memory came rushing back. About three years earlier I had attended a cousin's bachelor party,at a certain hotel in Mbarara and we had stayed there for the night. One of the other groomsmen (my cousin's best friend) had talked about how he had a policy of never sleeping alone whenever he sleeps outside his home.

To our surprise he had approached the hotel manager and after talking to him in a hush hush manner, the manager had made a phone call and later that night our fellow groomsman had received room service. I had out of stubbornness paid them an early morning visit to see the infamous escort.We almost bumped into each other at the entrance as she was moving out.

I got a mere glimpse of her but even then I remember wondering how someone so beautiful, someone so young could be in such a business. I almost wept at the memory , So that's where I had seen her....? F**k! Whatever ideas I had fed into my mind of a happy and prosperous future with her and our two pairs of twins quickly disappeared and I was faced with the problem of handling the situation at hand. To eat. Or not to eat.