Muna rubbed his eyes and scanned the surroundings. Not much save for the massive bed on which he had moments ago lay curled between two white pillows with a matching silk-white sheet undulating between his legs. Very unlike his modest hostel room, he could tell. Scenes from the previous night flashed though his mind incoherently.
He raised his head to a humpty thumping of base drums doing freestyle in his head. He dumped back on to the pillow before jerking more resolutely and standing onto the bed. He realized his feet were not the only anatomy at attention so he roughed up the beddings before noticing his briefs lying on the bathroom door. He just picked up a thick cream towel and rolled it around himself before sitting at the edge of the bed.
He picked a
hotel bill from the table. and read the logo (Collin Hotel Mukono). He
skimmed through the breakdown of costs and rushed to the total UGX
655,000! “Cleared”, read the stamp with an initialed signature and small
case nomenclature; as bad as Mayweather's save for the missing duck.
“Probably the manager's”,
He shrugged and turned the paper, “0772….Mrs. Goldie”, it read. Married? Ah, she had told him but he had said if it was okay with her, it was with him too. She had told him not to be overly attached but she was the one who had left the number. That was not something to donate some valuable thought to at the moment. He just left a mental sticky note.
He folded the paper and put in his wallet. Two notes of 5K each were all he saw in his brown leather (It was Chines made so it could me anything, maybe from hide "Maybe that is also called leather") Another mental sticky note, this one he coloured brown and let the previous one stay blue.
He thought about the 650K and deflated a bit. The pounding was even louder and more creative in his head so he headed to the coffee maker. “If only I had stuck to my water, but then I might not have ended up here” He felt guilty for not feeling guilty enough about his circumstances.
# To be continued
$TOH
He shrugged and turned the paper, “0772….Mrs. Goldie”, it read. Married? Ah, she had told him but he had said if it was okay with her, it was with him too. She had told him not to be overly attached but she was the one who had left the number. That was not something to donate some valuable thought to at the moment. He just left a mental sticky note.
He folded the paper and put in his wallet. Two notes of 5K each were all he saw in his brown leather (It was Chines made so it could me anything, maybe from hide "Maybe that is also called leather") Another mental sticky note, this one he coloured brown and let the previous one stay blue.
He thought about the 650K and deflated a bit. The pounding was even louder and more creative in his head so he headed to the coffee maker. “If only I had stuck to my water, but then I might not have ended up here” He felt guilty for not feeling guilty enough about his circumstances.
# To be continued
$TOH
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