That Saturday morning, she woke up excited. There was something in the air, or maybe she just knew the kind of day she had ahead of her.

***

It was no longer ‘peak covid season’, but curfews were still in play in Nairobi. After an afternoon wedding celebration, she found herself in the club where she bumped into this guy she used to have a crush on. The vibes were good, the doors were locked, her and her friends had a VIP booth, well, sort of. It was more of a sectioned off spot in the club where they could all sit as a group provided, they bought botties. It was the celebration of a union, of course the gin botties were flying around. Everyone was excited to celebrate the new couple, so the pockets were open and generous.

They knew each other in passing but had never really interacted for long.  While they were dancing, she leaned in and whispered, “you know I used to have a crush on you” he looked at her smiling, “well you are the one who’s taken”.

‘Nope, I’m single’.

With that she walked away and went on to dance with the girls.

It was a random weekday months later when she came across his birthday post on Instagram. Like a true Nairobi babe, she slid into his DM and asked where to send the cake. He was feeling flirty that day because his response, ‘I’ll only tell you, if your name is cake’, was definitely a signal.

‘Well, that can be arranged.’ She responded.

It was clear what was happening. The conversation carried on quite naturally and by the end of it, a date and time was set.

***

That Saturday was also the day she was going out on her solo date for the month. A dinner. She had called Kaabo Inn to make a reservation for a dinner in their beautiful garden. This was going to be her first time there and all she prayed for was that the food would be as good as the aesthetics. That’s the thing with Nairobi restaurants, they put all their efforts in the décor and completely forget they are in the business of food.

She started her day with a light breakfast, nothing much just some cereal in vanilla yogurt as she scrolled through Instagram. It had been 10 days since they had set the date and she had not talked to him since. Whether she got her fancy tickled or not, she was planning to have an amazing day.

Her solo dates had a ritualistic feel to them. She went all out to prepare herself for a good time. Everything was precise!

Starting with the shower. Never rushed, every second enjoyable and very fragrant. She started by playing her sexy shower playlist, opened the cubicle doors once the hot water was running, she stepped under the rain like shower head. With her green exfoliating gloves, she started her ritual. First, it was the warm vanilla soap bar rubbing between her palms as the gloves reduced its  size with every motion. Placing the soap back on the dish, she started with her hands, exfoliating them, taking in the music, feeling her skin with the fingers under the gloves gliding so delicately, swinging her hips to the beat as she exfoliated every inch of her body. Once that was done, she allowed the rain like shower water rinse off the remains of the warm vanilla foam.

Next, she reached for the pistachio cream and magnolia shower gel and her African sponge, a little goes a long way with this one, and with this economy, you can’t be out here wasting some Dove. She lathered up the shower gel before going over her skin with it. Slow and deliberate to give the scent some time to settle onto her skin. To buy herself a couple more minutes, she reached for her foaming face cleanser. She carefully cleansed her face. Once satisfied, she let the jets rinse off the pistachio cream and magnolia foam as she moved her body to the music.
The last step of her ritual was simple, stand under the running water until the hot water was just about to run out in the boiler.

The trick to a flawless makeup look, is good skin prep. She stood in front of her misty mirror and wiped off just enough of it to see her entire face. Some snail mucin, moisturiser, she couldn’t forget her spf, it’s the one product she had to use. With that out of the way, cocoa butter body lotion from her neck to her toes and to top it off, some cocoa butter body oil. Her skin was glistening, just the way she liked it.
She wore a silk robe and sat at her vanity to do her makeup. Nothing fancy, it was her go to.

Once done, she wore a long flowy double slit skirt she had laid out on her bed and instead of a top, she opted for one of her corset bras, the fewer things to take off, the better. She doused herself in her favourite perfume, the Arabic one that makes her smell edible and she was ready for the day and whatever it had in store for her.  

She felt overdressed for her quick work meeting. The thing is, she didn’t work Saturdays, so this was a special circumstance and she had to make an exception. Just as the meeting was wrapping up, she received a message on WhatsApp, I opened my door and you weren’t standing outside followed by a location pin in case you lost it was the message right after. She felt a warm sensation all over her body. It wasn’t one sided, he must have been thinking about it too. She decided to grab one drink for the nerves with her girls and once done, she got into an uber going across town to her next location.

When she arrived, he opened and without a second thought, laid one on her lips before offering her a drink. His place, she didn’t pay that much attention to it, she wasn’t here to assess his décor choices, she had one goal.

An orgasm. 

The foreplay was smooth, soft and nothing forced. It was clear they had chemistry. He was exploring her body with his tongue when he noticed. He looked up at her and smiled.

‘Nice!’

He continued his exploration, and the flick of that tongue got her lost into her body and he followed suit.

This is what it was about.

Enjoyment!