sweet banana

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Submitted: August 10, 2017

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SWEET BANANA

by Mike Kaupembe My name is Phiri. Jameson Phiri. Many people know me by my nickname, "Sweet Banana". Hahaha funny, isn't it? When it comes to beer, I drink it like nobody's business, and people think I am crazy. I am not here to crack jokes and all that stuff. Neither am I here to tell you amusing stories about myself. I am here to give you a doleful account of how I came to be the idiot I am today. Perhaps, this plaintive story of my mine will answer your many questions including "Why I don't go to church?" It all happened some two decades ago, I remember. I have a vivid memory, the whole drama took place in mid September. I am not sure about the year though. But I purely recall the first summer rains had already fallen, all kinds of green plants emerged and blossomed, and the grass on my backyard had also grown tall. It was on a Friday evening. Judith and I had just come back from work. On this particular Friday I remember, I picked Judith up from her office because I had knocked off at my work earlier than usual. I was working as a chief accountant for Malambe Beverages, a company that had just exponentially sprouted in town with its unique brand of "Sweet Malambe Juice." My wife Judith was working as a receptionist with a certain renowned Asian Freight and Cargo company. To hell with whatever people say about them receptionist. To tell the truth, I was happy with my job though I had just worked nine months and had not yet completed my twelve_month probationary period. All hope was there I would be confirmed. The bosses even assured me that since my coming, management of finances at the company had drastically improved. Talking about the salary, it was fat, coupled with benefits, and you name it! I packed the company Toyota Hilux, SR5 double cabin, in the garage, got off and went round to open for my lovely wife. She quickly got out smiling of course, and both of us headed towards the living room door while Djomba closed the garage door. "Good evening, Sir?“ “Evening," I responded hastily without even looking at him. I opened the door. She entered and I followed. I was a little bit thirsty and I decided to help myself with a glass of cold water. I hurried to the dining room while Judith went straight to the bedroom. I hurried to the dining room while Judith went straight to the bedroom. Alas! No water from the water dispenser, and I nearly cursed. I opened the left door of the fridge, produced one half full bottle and poured the water in the glass. The water tasted unusual as if it was mixed with some lemon juice. I followed Judith to the bedroom. She was seated on the bed, naked. Oh God! What a beautiful woman she was. For the first time I thought I was the luckiest man in the world to have married such a God_fearing sexy woman. I stood still at the doorway and kept staring at her like I never saw her before. Her breasts stood firm like breasts of a 16 year old or so. I wanted to jump on her and make love to her but before the thought even came, Judith said "Hello dear" as she waved her left hand at me. "See darling, I am feeling hot. Let me take a shower." She added. Before she went to the bathroom, she looked somehow dazed, perturbed to be precise. She bit her lower lip and shook her head as if showing agreement to some thought. Then she quickly got up, took out her phone from the handbag and connected it the charger. She proceeded to the bathroom of course mumbling something which sounded like "Are you not joining me?" I did not mind her. I quickly undressed myself and made towards the closet. I found myself some loose pair of shorts and a T_shirt. As soon as I finished dressing, Judith's phone rung. For some reason I ignored it at first but barely after a minute, it started calling again. I decided to pick up and tell whosoever was calling to consider calling again after some time. Holy sh*t! What I saw completely paralyzed my brain. Today, I am told I have stayed in comma for 15 good years. I still have a striking picture of "Sweet Banana" calling on my Judith's phone that fateful Friday. I am also told Judith got married to "Sweet Banana" my favorite pastor at our church, Pastor Mfuti. However, there is yet one thing I don't understand... Who deserves to be called by this nickname? Is it me or him?


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