Love is something people are falling in or out of on a daily basis. Many of us are influenced by celebrity’s love lives then the TV soaps and movies. These have succeeded in creating fairytale real life stories to the point that you think love is oxygen or money. This love wave swept me too because I was fortunate enough to fall in love (Isn’t that amazing?)
Her name was Jane (Won’t mention all her names) but her Facebook and Instagram name was “Cotilda Angel” (She is a Ugandan by the way but you know how Ugandans…). Her profile picture was so dazzling; you could lose your breath for a few minutes. She was photogenic and her face would leave you speechless. Imagine the most beautiful person you have met; that’s her. Her Instagram had over 6000 followers and she followed about 100 people; her Facebook likes per picture were between 1000-3000.
Her instagram and Facebook posts were fascinating. They were full of pomp and luxury with the captions that made you think of your wallet and salary before making a move. Miss Cotilda had many photos of her at events, standing next to big cars, outside a big house, then a swimming pool, food, jewelry, shoes, clothes, make-up etc.
If it were a show of class competition, she won hands down. She had set the bar so high for a guy like me who didn’t have so much class. This got me contemplating if I should shoot my shot but then I waited a bit. I had to prepare myself so I scrolled through her Facebook posts; I came across a post she was tagged in where her female friend was saying she couldn’t date a guy who is not staying in a self-contained room (Ops! Right, you must be wondering what ladies really want but who knows?!).
This really scared me because if I didn’t get it right, I was done. I knew that such friends would have some influence over her decisions and actions. In the midst of all this, I couldn’t let cold feet make me miss my target. Cotilda had ticked the boxes of the type of girlfriend I wanted.
Just like a popular local song with the words “Mitima Jakaluba, Tetulina Bitengo” (Our hearts are hardened, there is no need to fear, come what may) I made the move and clicked on the “Add friend” icon. It felt as if I had just cut the wires to stop a bomb that was about to explode. I had sent her a friend request at last.
That day I made sure that my phone was loaded with enough data. I was refreshing my Facebook notifications several times as if I was expecting a pay cheque. Cotilda never responded and I became nervous. I don’t remember whether I slept well that night. The next day there was no response, and then the following day there was nothing. I began giving up hope until the third day, a Saturday I remember very well when I found that she had approved my friend request. (I was super excited like I had won a lottery jackpot)
I immediately messaged her with pleasantries and warm introductions to fit the caliber of person I was talking to. Cotilda was straight forward and asked what I was after because she didn’t want me to go about the bush and waste her time. She sounded serious and I had to up my game too. I went on to express my interest in her which she downplayed at first (I am told it is a trick in every girls book on her first day of being pursued by a guy)
A few weeks later, I was still on her case and she tried several times to throw me off but I pushed on (Go getters rock). I heaped praises and used the loveliest words on her (Trust me I was also surprised by myself. Shakespeare was most definitely jealous of me). Eventually, they did the trick. Cotilda was impressed by and accepted to be my friend. We started as friends with the hopes of taking it further. Unfortunately, she refused to exchange telephone contacts which I was okay with.
She started telling me about herself. Her parents were rich business people in Kampala. She had studied from abroad, she was working in an office and she was staying in one of the high class suburbs in Kampala. I was elated and I also told her where I stayed and hoped for a visit.
We kept in touch and soon it was her birthday. She was demanding for gifts. As a gentleman, I offered to give her a gift on a date out. I suggested dinner but she declined. She opted for lunch which she scheduled for an hour due to her work demands. As a man who was after winning her love, I obliged. It is at this moment that she freely gave me her number. I was happy because now we’re able to chat on WhatsApp.
But guess what happened next? You won’t believe it because this is where I am ending for now. My story will continue and end in the next article. Hope you have enjoyed reading it. For comments, rants, coffee donations hit me up.