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LENNY (PART TWO)

Four months after writing my second post Lenny, I still get bashed by readers who found the ending to be too brutal. I therefore decided to come up with a sequel before mercenaries are sent for my head. I’m calling a truce.

Just like a ship diminishes as it sails toward the horizon, the disheartening occurrence with Valentine was slowly fading from Lenny’s mind. It had been four months and he was proud of the fact that he could now go for days without wallowing about her. He no longer felt like throwing himself off a cliff every time thoughts of Valentine crept into his mind.  It had taken time, but he was finally getting his mind back on track.

Well this was until one momentous Sunday afternoon when he bumped into her as he was shopping in a supermarket. He was at the rice section trying to pick out the best brand and just as he grabbed a bag from the shelf, a female voice behind him teased, “trust me, that one tastes like sorghum.”

Lenny had a response as he turned towards his adviser, “and what do I owe you for such invaluable…” The sight of Valentine made him freeze. He didn’t get to finish his statement. With his mouth agape, he stood there staring at her. His eyes were locked with hers. He soon came back to his senses and extended his hand to greet her.

“Wow Valentine… it’s nice… it’s… how… how are you doing? I didn’t expect to see you.”

They engaged in a little chitchat. It was awkward. At some point he told her that she looked fabulous. Valentine actually looked like she was auditioning for a makeover. She was in a track suit and some cheap sandals, not to mention that her hair looked like she’d just survived electrocution. He excused himself after an uncomfortable silence and walked away. He was tempted to pick up a china plate and smash it over his head.

As he drove home, his mind was clouded. He had his eyes fixed on the road but his mind was elsewhere. He steered the car through sheer instinct. His mind was still in the supermarket next to the rice aisle. He was thinking about the lady he had met. Her frame still lingered in his mind. He had noticed that she had grown significantly slimmer.

Once again, Valentine would become etched on Lenny’s mind. Despite the weight loss, she was still a goddess. Her smile was as heartwarming as ever; her eyes, as enchanting as the sunrise. She was still God’s finest work of art.

In an instant, an astounding realization rocked Lenny’s mind like a gigantic wave rocks a vessel. A realization so significant he impulsively stepped on the brakes, causing the car to swerve on the tarmac. He got the car under control and pulled over.

Lenny could not remember seeing the sparkling of the engagement ring on Valentine’s finger. He replayed his encounter again and again.  He was certain there was no ring on Valentine’s middle finger. Such a profound realization!

It was getting unbearably hot in the car. His underarm was soaked. He switched on the air conditioning and switched off the radio. He deliberated for about half an hour before getting back on the road. He had conceived a plan. He would call her that evening and confirm his suspicions.

That evening, he was watching the clock tick as he recited out loud what he had planned to say. His insides felt constricted. A feeling all too familiar. At exactly half past seven, he picked up his phone and scrolled down his phonebook. Much to his surprise, Valentines name was not in his list of contacts. At that point he remembered that day at the restaurant when he deleted it out of despair.

He sat back with hands clasped behind his head. He was frustrated.

He could remember some digits though. He picked up a pen and paper and wrote down the digits he could remember. After battling with his mind for a while, only one digit of the prefix was unclear to him. He however knew that there was the digit 2 somewhere. He decided to try his luck and start with the prefix 0722… He would then try 0721, 0720 and 0712. The first call was picked by a drunk man with a heavy Meru accent. The second and third calls were not successful either.

He was successful with the fourth call. After ringing twice, he was startled by Valentine’s voice.

“Hi Lenny! It’s nice to see your phone still works.”

Lenny was surprised to realize she had kept his number. He kept his cool and responded cleverly, “hey! I got it fixed so I could thank you for helping me out of my rice situation. This one you selected is so tasty I only had to sprinkle a pinch of salt over my white rice and I had myself a meal.”

Valentine let out a hearty laughter just like he had hoped.

Lenny then changed his tone to a more serious one and admitted that he had called her because he’d noticed something was different about her. He expressed that he’d noticed the missing ring then paused for a moment before asking Valentine if she was still engaged.

For a moment there was pin-drop silence. Valentine then cleared her throat. She was obviously struggling to find her words. Lenny waited eagerly to hear what she had to say. But when she finally managed to speak, she said she would rather not talk about it.

“I understand Valentine. I do.” Lenny said empathetically, “but believe it or not, I am in such tremendous anguish here. Just tell me if you are still seeing someone. That’s all I need to know.”

Valentine contemplated for some time and revealed that she was single. She said that she had not been seeing anyone for a while and she was comfortable that way.

Lenny thanked her for being honest with him. He had noticed how unhappy she sounded and before he hung up, he told her that he would make it his job to cheer her up every single day. He said that he would not just do it because he wanted her to be happy, but because making her happy was all he cared to do. He told her that he was glad they had met that afternoon, and concluded by saying that everything happens for a reason.

Ok, I have just realized I cannot complete the story in one post without it seeming rushed. Someday when I get inspired the story will continue.

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  1. Anonymous
    March 5, 2012 at 4:33 pm

    Finally! thought i wud never see a continuation

  2. Anonymous
    March 5, 2012 at 6:57 pm

    seriously joey!!!! u just had to leave us in suspense again didnt u??? get inspired soonest good work though as usual

  3. Mercy
    March 7, 2012 at 12:15 pm

    I know where you can get that inspiration…

  4. Joyce
    March 7, 2012 at 3:59 pm

    Joel, kuku wewe!!!that is no way to end…..just wen i take a gud sitting position to read, then u come to your realizations..
    great read, part 3 mbio!

  5. March 7, 2012 at 4:30 pm

    Thanks guys. At least now Lenny is out of the woods so you can relax.

  6. March 8, 2012 at 10:40 am

    Lovely tale. Got me thinking about stuff. Like how I’ll sometimes shout at the powers that be asking, “Why can’t I meet an into-me Lenny when I really need to?!!” And the powers that be will shout back, “There’s just something about you girl, that pisses us the hell off.”

    Write some more 🙂

    • March 8, 2012 at 5:10 pm

      Nyambura! Your comment made me laugh out loud. Open your eyes wider; you probably don’t notice them hovering around.

  7. The_Observer
    April 5, 2012 at 2:35 am

    Dude u cn write!! Now i thnk the Sheldons n Achers of the world better run for their money coz ur destined for bigger ish.I mean,i thot I could do some creative writing but reading your articles reveals to me that i dont come anywhere remotely as close..My verdict:i think you can do better by giving us more chapters on Lenny..u cant juz get us this high and leave us hanging!!!Gud work buddy

  8. April 10, 2012 at 10:11 am

    Quite an encouraging comment I must say. How about once every month I do a continuation of the story and see where it goes? Thanks for the inspiration and encouragement.

  9. TheObserver
    April 16, 2012 at 4:12 pm

    Now u r talking..monthly will b something provided we gonna b busy reading ur otha articles..

  10. BloodMoon
    April 21, 2012 at 4:09 pm

    part three ASAP! you do have a way with words that they become alive with emotion! lovely read!

  1. April 23, 2012 at 7:56 am

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