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"LOVE" AND THE COFFEE SHOP


Time after time I always envisaged the day I’d find love in a coffee shop, so I had a lot of coffee and a caffeine addiction. So I sat in coffee shops reading novels while sipping on my hot creamy coffee hoping that one day “love” would bump into me spilling my coffee on my “Sefi Attah” and I would bend over to rescue my book drowning in the small puddle of creamy coffee, and maybe like those western movies he would be a perfect gentleman who would get to it before I do and apologise profusely and maybe offer to buy me another cup.

Or perhaps I felt “Love”  would sit at the other end of the coffee shop taking quick glances at my book cover and ask out of curiosity why I choose to read Mario Puzo’s “ The Godfather” or Sun Tzu’s “ art of war” and probably tell me how he finds it intriguing that I make such book choices.
After a long debate on God knows what I’d remember I have to get to a meeting and I could rush out leaving him with no contacts, but its “ Love” anyway. He would always remember the girl with a huge afro and an hibiscus flower in her hair and cat eyed glass frames who read Sun Tzu’s book at a coffee shop.

        And that one day I would walk into the coffee shop missing “love by a  few seconds and as the strings of fate would let it be love would return to the shop as he left behind his journal. Or something and he  catches this scent of vanilla and this time he looks up to find the afro girl who reads Sun Tzu but this time he sees he placing her order in Copper coloured braids and holding a copy of  Tayari Jone’s “An American marriage”.

Oh I had it all planned out, but life shocks us all  and sometimes what we have searched for finds us in the weirdest places. “Love” didn’t find me in a coffee shop. in fact the first day we actually met all my mind was in my bag of donuts and I just said hi and quickly rushed away. But years later after I had given up on it all ,  we were outside the defunct coffee shop, I sat on one of the university park benches, and “Love”? he stood behind me, after we had a minor misunderstanding. “Love” reached for my shoulder as he said “Baby” bringing  me back to reality

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