It was after many years of not hearing from each other that we reconnected with Peter.
Peter is my Old boy with whom we were meeting several years after our last meet in high school. He was a very stubborn student back in the day and there he was still stubborn though now to a lower extent, I thought. It was a beautiful reunion as we reminded ourselves of the good times we shared in the years before 2010. Our early life as friends was interesting as we were both young, wild, and free.
The reunion happened at some function we both attended, greeted each other, and then exchanged phone contacts. We were both excited to meet each other in the later years of life when we are adults.
Upon reaching home, he was the first person I texted. Blame it on my excited self. It felt like I had found the missing one sheep in my herd of 100. I texted him via WhatsApp though we later migrated to telegram x his most preferred social media app. The conversation was all intimate that we could not hold back complementing each other of their good this and good that… I remember him telling me how he loved my smile and lovely hair. Me too I had fallen for his hair, it was very dark and bold.
He had the kind of hair that sent me thinking about our future lovely children and them having daddy’s hair and mummy’s smile.. jeez, I can overthink beyond even now… My mind tends to betray me and run so fast into the future. This however did not stop Peter from laughing at me each time I shared my thoughts mainly because he believed he was a heartbreaker, something he openly mentioned and therefore never imagined us building something solid till forever.
Besides that, Peter was very independent and the only family he had in Uganda was himself. He was renting in some Kampala suburb and this made it easy for me to spend lots of quality time with him. Yes , I highly prefer people with their own spaces because this gives me a sense of independence and freedom to be myself. Therefore, Peter’s place became my safe heaven for most weekends, all thanks to God for the fact that I was not in a committed relationship with any woman’s son. I was a free bird…🎶🎶🎶
Each time I visited him, we binge watched series, took lots of coffee or African tea. I also enjoyed moments where I would play with his hair while we lip synced to many songs. Apparently we both love music and this kept on the list of things we did together.
We also spent time discussing books we had read. ( I still have his book that I am yet to return.) The book discussions were the best of all activities because his intelligent mind would manifest and this would send my heart smiling and dancing in amazement. Intelligent minds slap me differently!
With the way events were unfolding, we found ourselves inclining towards a situationship. We were both sure we weren’t dating and yet went ahead to fill each other’s space and meet each other’s needs unintentionally.
I always loved how Peter looked at me each time he was asking whether I wanted to have a rolex (A chapati wrap with eggs and vegetables). His brown eyes behind his spectacles always oozed out love portions each time I collided with them. It was a moment I loved even when I knew the standard operating procedures of the situation ship.
Peter and I were also quite committed to our faith journeys and you would once in a while catch us sharing lessons from God’s word and dancing to Pompi songs.
Life went on normally and it was all glorious. Peter and I loved our kind of ~
relationship~ situationship. We were enjoying each other’s company with no commitment.
On one Sunday afternoon, after us having some yogurt and a minute maid, we started conversing about our past relationships. It was then that we both shared our interesting stories with our former lovers and our past mistakes. We had many moments of laughter and outbursts of exclamations…
Both our pasts were funny and full of heartbreaks. We, therefore, hugged each other as a way of comforting ourselves. I loved his hugs, they were very engulfing, warm, and inclined. Because he was taller than I, he always looked at me while hugging, a memory I shall live to remember.
It was after that hug that he boldly asked if we could be friends with benefits…🥺
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