I needed to know, I needed to know the truth, I needed for him to tell me the truth so that I can start a new year as a new person.
But I was scared. Scared shitless, everyone is scared of that moment right? Breaks a heart so bad that even when you breath the air burns your lungs. When you eat its almost as swallowing stones. Right?
I didn’t know where to start, how do I ask, who do I tell, who do I ask to be by my side? But is it their business anyway? And if I got the answer I didn’t want to hear it was my answer no need to broadcast my broken heart.
I make my way to town Tuesday morning. Call him up and he says when he gets to town at midday he will call me. His day off but if its important will show.
So anyho I run my errands, run out of stuff to do while I wait. Its only 9 a.m. Head out to the salon, if am gonna get good news might as well look good, if its bad news might as well come while I look good. Don’t hurt at all.
Call comes in “Meet at post office.” Could have come along with a gun. Too much traffic jam, walk the long distance. He is not there when I arrive, moved to Speke Hotel. We drive to Wandegeya.
Into his office. Talk about nothing, friends, family, work blah blah blah. Get to the point already.
Ask my question he gives me answers I don’t want to hear. Goes into a lengthy lecture.
Takes a hike saying his workmate will deliver the news I should go to the office down. Workmate says I wait 30 minutes as he gets busy.
Decide whatever the crap happens life is a bitch anyway. I drink some fire a.k.a milk. Tested like hot chilly fire.
Antipop over there keeps calling me don’t wanna say what I am doing and surely can’t leave until I have an answer.
Make a list of what to do with my life, move on or drown in sorrow. Throw a pity party or party and drink my life away. Decided aint nothing to worry about. Push fear out of my way.
His friend calls me in. Its TIME. Fear comes crashing in again. Sits me down, asks when I last did Wrong Side Business. Tell him a while maybe mid year. Asks what answer I want to hear, I say I don’t know.
Asks when I plan on doing wrong side business again, say I don’t know.
Says supposing someone insists, I say I am way too grown up for that bullshit.
“Anyway it’s negative”
Now that’s one hell of an experience I don’t want to go through again. He, my doctor by the way, says I looked like a blotted chicken in front of him.
When I told Mr Bigg later that day that I had taken the test, I am sure he fainted. Probably more scared of the results than I was, probably not but sounded like it. I am still waiting for my treat MISTER.
No more Wrong Side Business.
How are you starting your 2009?
err… I don’t really get this, its not as straightforward and opinionated as the usual Channel. Don’t mind me, must be the after effects of Christmas food and the leftovers 🙂
Happy New Year.
My socks. But honestly Chanel, what a build up! Even me i got scared.
Hey sweetie,
You def had an interesting day…
No More Wrong Side Bid’nes..
eh that business can be scary…
happy new year.
In plain English, what’s the Wrong Side Business?
To me, It’s more mysterious than scary.
Emi. think about it for two seconds, I am sure you can figure it out 😉
Emi go to the movies n watch Australia. Shopped the line from there
This flight has been cleared for landing.
I was so scared! The build-up was pretty convincing.
Thank God for the great results! 🙂
Oh, been there done that…the tee is now my nightie.
But congs. (Are congs in order?)
wrong side bizness risky indeed but soon u forget the doctor and next year find yourself back in his waiting room. sux.
Kasozi u are mean. N am too grown up for that bull. Plus commenting at yos is lik writing an exam. You said steadfast faith.
Does that mean it’s time to put this lean mean baby making machine to work?
Congratulations Chanel.
You shoulda given me a call to hold your hand. I am a veteran of these things.
believe me, you shall be in that waiting room again and you shall be as scared. its just how it happens. its life.
congs. so, do you have to receive positive results for us to have a party in that regard? wats the opposite of pity party in other words?