There was the thrum of conversation, punctuated by bursts of loud careless laughter and underneath it all, like a heartbeat, the night throbbed to the base pumping out of the speakers. Human fog machines pumped flavoured smoke into the air making the beer garden misty. The flavoured fog coupled with the disco lights in each of the corners gave the gardens a magic it couldn’t claim in the day. Bottles clinked and waiters weaved through the packed crowd balancing trays of tequila above their heads. Bodies swayed to the music, their owners laughing or singing along to the latest afropop hit. It was 2 am in Kampala and the night was young.
Tiny, Essie and I were sharing a pot of shisha and a bottle of Coconut. Tiny, was Tina but she was barely over 5ft and no more than 50kg. She’d always been the smallest from our first day in high school. We never claimed to be super creative about her nickname. Tonight she perched precariously on a bar stool, a glass in one hand and her phone in the other. Essie sat across from her, swaying to the beat on her stool, her glass empty and the bottle closest to her. She was named after her paternal grandmother, a good Bible name in Luganda that she forbade anyone from speaking in public. She was one of those Nyaru looking Baganda, beautiful if a Hamite long nose, caramel skin was your cup of tea. She was also a semi-slay queen but whoever heard of a slay queen called Eseza Beatrice Nakintu? Tiny and I liked to joke that the man she eventually married would get the shock of his life when she finally told him her real name, especially since she liked to tell people she was from Burundi.
“You guys, saying you are Rwandese is so basic. The minute you say that someone knows you’re lying,” She always said when we teased her .
‘So basic’ was Essie’s latest thing. A thing her boyfriend, currently standing across the room at a table where his boys crowded, hated. He’d paid for both bottles of our Coconut and got us a bucket of chicken at KFC before bringing us here to link up with his boys. Bae meets bffs night out. Choke me now. But Essie liked that sort of thing so here we were.
“God, Fiona, get out of your head!” Essie called from across the table and danced over to pull me off my stool. We were both tipsy and wearing heels on gravel so we staggered for a second that felt like a lifetime, as Tiny watched, one suspicious hand on her phone facing us.
“Dance!” Essie said after we’d won our battle with gravity and then pulled on my arms moving them to the beat. I groaned halfheartedly but didn’t fight her. Tiny tipped off her stool and came to join us. It didn’t take us long to find the rhythm and begin a synchronised dance move. 6 years of coordinated dance at school makes it easy to move together. Yes, white people, we are not all just born with rhythm. Shhhh, don’t tell.
Like bees to honey, soon we were surrounded by a bunch of guys. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being creeped out by the sudden feel of a strange body pushed up against me, hands reaching around to grip my waist. Tiny was a pro at gracefully sliding out of a man’s arms and then dancing with him but away from him. Essie, natural flirt that she was, had already bent over to twerk better. I on the other hand always immediately stiffened up if I didn’t stop dancing completely now. Right on cue my foot stomped his as I lost the beat and I muttered an apology. I also used this as a chance to step away, back to the safety of the table. Be cool, Fiona, I said to myself and took a healthy chug of my drink. The rush of the gin down my throat, tempered by the sweet coconut centred me. This is probably how alcoholics are born, I thought to myself wryly but I took another chug anyway.
Stranger stepped forward, right up into my personal space and whispered into my ear, washing me in his beer breath “C’mon baby, don’t be like that, loosen up, it’s Drinkcember,”
Christ Jesus, he must’ve had beans or something for lunch. I fought the urge to gag in his face and leaned back. Then I giggled. Giggled?! What was I, still 21? “I don’t know what you mean,” I managed and looked over his shoulder to my friends.
Essie’s boyfriend had appeared just as her skirt had begun to ride up. Just in time in short. The two of them were arguing about whether dancing with other men was appropriate girlfriend behaviour or not. The guy she’d been dancing with had slunk away back into the faceless mass of swaying bodies. Tiny felt my eyes on her and turned away from the guy she’d been dancing with.. When she saw my face she came closer.
“Bathroom?” She asked.
“Yes,” I said. How grateful did I just sound? I wondered to myself. I was sure about just how much when Tiny smirked. “Um, excuse me” I slipped out and away from Beer and Bean breath.
“Ess, bathroom?” Tiny called over to her. Essie turned to us distractedly and waved us off so we stumbled through the crowd, dodging and ducking until we were across the bar. I turned a grateful smile to my friend.
“Thanks, I owe you one,” I said but Tiny shrugged. “You do the same for me when I need you too. Although you really do need to relax about dancing with strange guys,”
“I can’t, you know I can’t!” I grumbled. “There’s only so much gin in the world,”
“Ok, but…”
“CHRISTINA?!” Someone yelled. Tina turned away from me to a voice in the crowd. She frowned a bit until a girl in a little red crop top waved at us. Tina’s face brightened and she turned back to me,
“That’s my cousin. I’ll be right back,” She breathed and then dashed into the crowd. I leaned against the wall we’d stopped by and watched her hug, laugh and hug again.
“I like the way girls greet each other. Open joy, no fake swag,” A voice said from beside me.
I turned to see that there was someone leaning on the wall to my left. Be cool.
“Yeah?” I asked. Do I look sexy or do I look like I have constipation. My face wasn’t exactly trustworthy about this kind of thing.
“Hell yeah, see your friend? They did the whole, hug, scream, laugh, hug again thing. We guys on the other hand? Drop our voices, slap the other’s back if we touch at all, and ask like we don’t care, ‘long time man, you good?’, ‘yah man, I’m chill, you?’” he’d pushed off the wall and made gorilla motions and punctuated his fake scenario with grunts.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. He’s funny. He grinned at my smile.
“Success! I have made the lady smile,”
I felt my smile grow. “If you’re trying to be charming then yes, it’s working,”
He grinned back. Wow, he has a really nice smile, that gap between his front teeth works for him. “Fantastic. I’m Agaba,” He held out his hand for me to shake.
“Fiona,” I replied taking it and shaking quickly before I let go. Were my hands sweaty?
“Nice, I’m guessing you don’t come here often,”
“It’s my first time. This is my friend’s boyfriend’s joint,”
He paused a bit trying to follow and then nodded. “A stretch but I get it. You are, how do they say, blocking the cock,”
“That would be an easy job. We are vetting the new meat,”
“And how does the new meat fare so far?”
“A little bit controlling but nothing my friend can’t handle”
“Aaaah and what kind of meat do you prefer?
I laughed. You just guffawed. You guffawed in public Fiona. So much for sexy! I flushed, embarrassed at the donkey bray of a laugh I’d revealed but replied. “You went from smooth to real dry Agaba,” I like the way his name rolls off my tongue.
“First, were you born laughing like that?”
“The first time I laughed, the neighbour’s goat came into the house looking for one of her kids, yes.”
He laughed and then nodded “Ok now you have to give me your number. You’re not embarrassed to be yourself, you can laugh at yourself and you just made my name sound like poetry.,”
“You’re in corny territory now with that last point,” I said laughing at the terrible line, donkey sounds and all.
He grimaced good-naturedly and then made the praying motion. “Please pretty Fiona please,”
I thought for a second and couldn’t give myself a reason not to. He was funny and he had a nice smile.
“Do you promise not to say anything corny again?” I asked stalling.
He grinned. “When it makes you laugh? It’s a winning recipe so no, I do not promise,”
I shook my head smiling but pulled out my phone. “Ready?” he pulled out his phone from his pocket. I waited as he unlocked it taking a peek at Tiny. She was hugging her cousin now.
“Shoot” He said so I read off my number as he typed quickly. A second later my phone vibrated in my hand and I lifted it show him the screen.
“That’s me” He said. I looked away from him to save his number.
“You can save me as Really cool guy Agaba,” he said.
I shook my head, slipping my phone back into my bag. “Too late, You’re corny ninja Agaba,”
He grinned and was about to respond but Tiny had reached us and eyed him as she paused in front of me. “We better head back, before Essie thinks we ditched her,” She said.
I nodded and pushed off from the wall I’d leaned against. “Nice meeting you Agaba,”
“Likewise,” he said with that smile that could charm a kaloli off refuse. I smiled and led the way away from him and back to the other side of the bar.
“Did you know that guy, Fi?” Tiny asked when we were far enough that he couldn’t hear us.
“Nope”
Tiny’s eyes bulged. “Are you saying that you just had a functional conversation with a man you do not know?”
“This is what happened. I even really laughed and he didn’t run screaming,”
“Your donkey laugh?”
“The one and only,”
“I think you may have met your Prince Charming,”
“Let’s not be hasty” I replied. I’m excited.
“Hasty about what?” Essie asked. She wasn’t happy and her new boyfriend was gone.
Tina pointed at me. “She. Talked. To. A. Man.” As Essie opened her mouth Tina shook her head no. Essie’s mouth closed and she turned to me in shock. Then she clapped her hands and ran around the table to hug Tina.
“Our baby is all grown up!”
“I know!”
“Shut up, please, both of you,” I said with no real bite and slid back onto my stool. The bottle of Coconut was almost empty and watching Essie stumble back to her seat I realised where it had probably gone.
Tiny was just getting to her seat when a song all three of us loved came over the speakers. We screamed in unison and jumped off our seats to dance together. It was followed by another song we loved, and another and another. We worked up a sweat and worked off the gin that flowed as thickly as the blood in our veins. This time when guys came to join us, even Essie pushed away sticking to our little triangle of Coconut and high heels. Finally, Tiny threw up her hands.
“Guys, I am done. Can we go home please?”
Essie reached into her bag for her phone and grimaced at the screen. 4.30 am.
“Crap. My dad gets up in an hour. Where’s Davo?”
Yes, that’s it. Davo is his name. I looked around to the table he’d been at with his friends. It was still crowded but he wasn’t one of the people at it. Essie tried his number twice but he didn’t pick up. Her expression went from frustrated to furious.
“Does everyone have battery on their phone? We could split up and look for him?” Tiny asked before Essie could work herself up into a fury.
I checked my phone and saw I had 35%. I nodded at her. Essie glared at us mutinously. “I’m not looking for him”
I glanced across at Tiny whose face was deceptively bland. She hated going out with Essie for this very reason. There was always a high chance the night would end dramatically. This wasn’t even counting the drama waiting for us at Essie’s gate if her father found the daughter he thought had gone for an overnight stumbling into the compound in a micro-mini dress and heels, Coconut on her breath.
“Maybe he’s in the bathroom or talking to some people. Let me just walk around and see. You two wait here. We can get an Uber if I don’t find him,”
I said to calm them both. Essie responded by ignoring me pointedly and refilling her glass with the last of the Coconut.
“Should we get some water maybe?” I asked hesitantly.
“Don’t start Fi, please” Essie growled.
Tiny however gave me a thumbs up underneath the table. Shaking my head I turned away from them and began my search.
The crowd had thinned out. Most of the people who remained were in groups which had slowed down, sitting at tables instead of dancing, or in the dark corners of the bar. I knew the kind of guys Essie liked so I looked at the couples in the corners more than the regular groups at the tables. I walked round the bar and was walking by the kitchens when light reflected off something behind a huge mango tree that shaded the back grills. I stepped closer to take a look and sure enough, the light was reflecting off a watch.
I only need to check if it is or is not Davo. That’s it. Taking another step closer I ran through what I remembered of him. Preppy type style, Mohawk dreads, fitted green polo over dark jeans. Check, check, check. There were hands on Davo’s waist pulling him close. Big hands. Man hands? Davo’s hands were on hips. Slim hips. Davo muttered something and stepped away. The person he’d been holding smiled and the dim light reflected off his teeth. A really nice smile, even more charming for the gap between the two front teeth. Oh. OH.
I stumbled backward and then as fast as I could, made my way back to Essie and Tiny. Both of them looked up as I approached.
“What’s wrong?” Tiny asked.
“Who was he with?” Essie growled.
I opened my mouth but words failed me.
“Tell us, Fiona!” Essie whisper shouted.