THE THINGS THE SEVEN HILLS OF KAMPALA WITNESS

By Aidah Agwang

The Things the Seven Hills of Kampala Witness – an extract

It was not always like this. She flashed back to the day they met. After University, Stephanie had found a job as a teller at Standard Chartered Bank on Acacia Mall. Stephanie had been working at her new teller job for a month when James Wetaka walked in. Suddenly there was a furor of activity. The branch Manager walked up to James, exchanged pleasantries and asked if they could handle his transactions for him. It was then that James looked directly at her and asked that she serve him…

She smiled to herself… There was only one problem, aside from the forehead kisses and hugs, James had never made any further move on Stephanie. This puzzled Stephanie. Whenever she would bring it up, he would laugh it off and tell her he wanted their first time to be special. In the beginning, Stephanie found it endearing but with time she grew frustrated and hatched a plan. They had a getaway

After University, Stephanie had found a job as a teller at Standard Chartered Bank on Acacia Mall. Stephanie had been working at her new teller job for a month when James Wetaka walked in. Suddenly there was a furor of activity. The branch Manager walked up to James, exchanged pleasantries and asked if they could handle his transactions for him. It was then that James looked directly at her and asked that she serve him. Even though Stephanie was just a teller and James’s transaction was a bulk transaction he was too valuable of a customer and so Stephanie was sent to serve him. In the privacy of the VIP lounge of the bank, James had struck up an easy conversation with Stephanie asking her about her job and herself. Being an older, sophisticated business man, James managed to get Stephanie to agree to coffee with him that evening. Flattered by the attention from the noticeably powerful James, Stephanie felt butterflies in her stomach. After the transaction Stephanie hurried back to her desk. She quickly logged into the banking system and checked James’s bank account the figure left her speechless. Having grown up in a modest home, Stephanie knew a life time opportunity when she saw one. Having gone through the upheavals of dating of campus boys, she was done with games and wanted to settle down. She has not seen a wedding band on James’ finger and figured that was a good start.

That afternoon, she faked a stomachache and left work early. She had earlier called Terah and asked for her bodycon-Herve leger dress in maroon. She jumped on a Bodaboda, picked up the dress and dashed home. She quickly took a shower, sat down and applied makeup. She pulled out the expensive dress and out fell a silver clutch that Terah had generously added to the dress. ‘’Bless her heart!’’ said Stephanie out loud as she slipped into the body hugging, knee length dress. She pushed her feet into silver stilettos and headed for her coffee date with James at the Serena Hotel. Once she got to the Serena the door man had her name and took her to a private dining room where James waited. She later learned that he had spent a huge amount of money to hire out the private dining room for just the two of them. He looked dashing in a crisp white button down shirt which was open at the neck, blue jeans, a checkered jacket and loafers. He stood up and pulled out her chair for her. As they made their orders, James was overly attentive as her complimented her dress, hair and shoes. Stephanie was in heaven; she was in love. After an evening of laughter and great conversation, James dropped Stephanie home and gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead before driving off. Disappointed she walked into the house. As she was getting ready for bed, she heard her WhatsApp message tone. It was James wishing her a good night, telling her how much fun he had and asking her out to dinner that weekend. She smiled to herself and said yes, life after that was filled with dinners, dates, trips, shopping sprees and everything a girl could ask for. James and Stephanie became inseparable and after three months, Stephanie introduced James to her mother. Her family was elated.

There was only one problem, aside from the forehead kisses and hugs, James had never made any further move on Stephanie. This puzzled Stephanie. Whenever she would bring it up, he would laugh it off and tell her he wanted their first time to be special. In the beginning, Stephanie found it endearing but with time she grew frustrated and hatched a plan. They had a getaway trip planned to the Serena Lake Victoria Hotel and she knew this was the best time to carry out her plan. Once they got the hotel, James took out his laptop, settled on the balcony and within minutes he was lost in his world of work. Stephanie went to the bathroom, stripped out of her clothes and took a bath. A few minutes later, James heard Stephanie scream from the bathroom, panicked he dropped his laptop on the table and ran into the bathroom. He found a naked Stephanie dripping and rubbing her eyes furiously.

“What is the matter, Honey?” he asked as her and she clung onto him.

“I got soap into my eyes,” she said.

James laughed out loud and held Stephanie tightly. Soon his laughter subsided; he became conscious of the naked, soft and yielding body of Stephanie, pressed deliciously into him. She looked into his eyes and his body stirred. He made to push her away but she clung onto him, taking advantage of his hesitation Stephanie kissed James hungrily on the lips. She poured all her love, the frustration of waiting and her desire for him in that one kiss. James responded with an equal measure of passion as he kissed Stephanie and carried her to the bed. Lowering her on the bed, he asked “Is this what you want? If we do this, there is no going back.’’ Nalubaale Review Short Stories

Aidah Agwang is a Ugandan Writer and Accountant. Her short story, The Things the Seven Hills of Kampala Witness was published in the maiden issue of The Nalubaale Review Literary Magazine which you can read by clicking on this link https://nalubaalereview.wordpress.com/…/here-is-the-first-…/

 

You can also submit your travel short stories, poems and essays to be published in our coming issue themed TRAVEL. Send your submission to nalubaalereview@gmail.com.

 

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