How I Met The Most Beautiful Woman In The World

VAMPIRE TALES

How I met the most beautiful woman in the world

Life was getting hard. I’d given up on 'the library crush' convinced she’s a league beyond, and I was loathing of 'my selfish terrorist neighbour', losing interest in her, having failed all attempts to plough her again. But my quest to find the love of my life hadn’t died. I still held onto the hope of meeting her someday. 

Worse was the state of my pockets, my poor pockets. I was so broke, that I even considered skipping lectures to hustle in town. My necessities were dwindling, and not much use with the gigs and friends for the pandemic had hit us all the same. I contacted my mom, and she promised me some 20K shillings, which I budgeted before it even arrived. I couldn’t afford gas anymore, so I prioritised the cooking kerosene, and vegetables and flour, the balance to settle any abrupt academic necessities.

As soon as I received the money, I rushed to buy kerosene, my priority. But to my disappointment, the shop was out! 

It had just drizzled that evening, gusts very cold, clouds dark and horrible covering all the horizons, flashing lightning clearing the horror out of them, but their turbulence clearing it out quickly looking more dreadful amidst the rumbling thunders.

Lingering, lost in thought, I stared at the threatening sky, my desire to go to the town depot diminishing with every passing moment. My friend Bravo found me and asked why I couldn’t buy anything at the shop. I told him it was empty. He offered to accompany me to town, but I refused, fearing it would rain on our way.

A boda-boda (motorcycle taxi) was an option, or I could settle for kikomando for supper. But my pockets wouldn’t allow it. So I locked there stranded, pondering my next move, while my stomach grumbled.

By 7 pm, with Bravo gone, there on the veranda, I slowly became convinced the storm clouds weren’t going to burst; they seemed to retreat. A strong gust of determination filled me, compelling me I go to the depot anyway. One step at a time, I made it to the busy town of Basajjabalaba.

The depot wasn’t crowded, and I got what I needed. The clouds were clearly giving up thanks to the strong winds. As I walked away from the depot, I thought to myself, “Why not buy vegetables too?” They were cheaper here, and the market was just a few blocks away. I changed course and headed towards the Kabirizi market, feeling the slope under my feet.

On reaching, to my dismay, the market was closing. It was already 8 pm, and markets were supposed to close to embrace the lockdown curfew. “Oh, no!” my mouth opened exclaiming. “Why so early?”

Just then, I saw a lady bent over, sweeping the ground. I almost ignored her, thinking she was a janitor, but then she stood up and saw me looking lost. She hurried over.

“What can I help you with? Hi, I’m still open. I can serve you!” she said politely.

I stared at her in disbelief, astonished, not just because a janitor offered to serve me, but because of her beauty, her allure, her vigour, her overall charisma and the way she struck me with all herself. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, never a blink, locked. I must have smiled because I saw her smile back.

“But the gate is closed,” I said.

“Come, follow me,” she insisted.

Never could I resist. It felt like she was taking my hand, a magical thing that perhaps explains why I fell for her. I simply followed her, wondering where this would all lead. My instincts had led me to town and then to the market, but I never imagined I would find a beautiful angel waiting for me!

I moved behind her. Even as short as it was, it seemed a long adventure of my life, of me and her! We stopped at her shop, and for the second time, she turned to face me looking at me as if she’d known me forever, yet I knew she was a stranger. “How can I help you?” she asked calmly.

I hesitated to reply. “Tomatoes, onions, and eggplants, all for 2K each,” I stammered, mesmerized by her as she worked on me, listening to every electric pulse in my head. “What are you doing here?” I wondered thoughtfully. At least that’s what I thought or meant, or my lips betrayed me, because she surprisingly seemed to have heard me, or it was one of her mysteries.

She looked straight at me and said, “What am I doing here? Working on your order.”

This time I made sure my tongue was intact never again to slip and continued listening to myself wonder, wondering why an angel like her would be working in the Kabirizi market, and the town Basajjabalaba was. You should have been there! You would have been speechless too. I had searched the entire region for the most beautiful woman, but I never imagined I’d find her in Kabirizi, waiting for me. And she wasn’t just beautiful, she was angelic! Perfect beauty like hers had to be angelic. We always thought angels had wings, but this one didn’t. Maybe everything we knew about angels was wrong.

Just Imagine her fiery eyes white with pure black pupils, an impossible combination. Her dark skin shimmered like it was oiled, and her hair seemed to have a life of its own, moving about her head. When she smiled, her teeth appeared like white metal against her dark gums and lips. Her voice was a soothing melody.

Everything about her was a testimony of perfection. Imagine, such a beauty before you. For the first time, I wasn’t thinking about vamping or bonking a woman her type. Maybe because she’s extraordinary, for all I saw was a lovely future with her. She was indeed the one.

Lost in my awe, I barely noticed when she handed me my groceries. “I’m Zygoo,” I was forced to say. “What’s your name?”

“Kirabo,” she said in a hurry.

“Really?” I said. “But I saw you sweeping. What happened?”

“Oh, lockdown rules, new programmes here; open eight close eight, no janitors attendants janitors, roster called, my turn it is.”

“Hey, you two, come out!” a voice boomed from outside. It was the night watchman, demanding us leave.

She hurried me out, and I realized we were the only ones left. “That must be tough,” I said sympathetically.

“The night watchman or sneaking out?” she chuckled. “Believe me, the watchman is tougher.”

“Sneaking or him? If it’s him, believe me, he’s tougher,” she said. 

We left the market, and she thanked me for my business. As she picked up her broom, she looked at me failing to carry a stride away. And how could I? My legs were frozen, my mind reeling from her beauty. The only thing that moved was my lips, forming a smile.

She smiled back, a dazzling smile that sent shivers down my spine. She gestured towards the night watchman, and I reluctantly walked away.

A terrible evening it seemed, but it turned out to be the best day of my life rewarding me incredibly. My head spun with what-ifs and endless possibilities. Everything felt destined like I was meant to meet her at the market entrance.

Day Two

You’d think I slept well that night. Not a chance. I barely even ate dinner. Back in my room, all I could do was relive the moments, smile, daydream, and act crazy. Bravo visited, and he knew exactly what mood I was in. I didn’t tell him who she was this time, but I assured him that these were the best days of my life.

Never had a woman kept me awake all night. Never had a woman left me feeling so lovesick, obsessed, and delirious, almost hysteric! I hate remembering it. My heart ached to see her again. I had to be her friend. Forever. I spent all night battling insomnia and headaches, finally falling asleep just before sunrise.

When I woke up, I was obsessed again. I went to lectures, but all I could think about was Kirabo. I started to wonder if she was a faerie, supernatural. Her beauty’s so enchanting, her charm so extraordinary. But I held onto hope, anxious to see her again, convinced she was the love of my life.

Straight from my lectures, I rushed to Kabirizi, rehearsing how I’d approach her, imagining all the possibilities. By the time I arrived, I had a calm, effective and confident demeanour, the most opportune from my collections.

Entering the market, I turned left and saw her immediately. She noticed me too, and I fought back a surge of excitement for the bustling crowd it was.

Believe me, Kirabo was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Light itself seemed to draw to her as if she were a magnet. She was chopping cabbage, but her eyes followed my every move. I imagined a smile playing on her lips. No one, not in pictures, on TV, or even in my imagination, compared to her. She was a humble stunning angel in human form.

I reached her, she stood to me. “Hi, miss Kirabo,” I started.

“Hi,” she replied.

“How are you? How is everything here?”

“Good day. You?”

“Unbelievable! I lost all my last purchase to my neighbour! Here for more.”

She laughed. “How did that happen?”

“Honestly, my neighbours are many things. Or maybe... you wanted me back?” I teased, trying to be light-hearted, establishing that atmosphere while keeping low and cool.

“Oh, come on. You’re funny. I’m afraid the onions are out. I’ll have to get them from__”

“No worries. I don’t want to take up your time. I’ll just keep coming back until you restock.”

We had a pleasant conversation, and she happily served me what she had left. I playfully refused at first, careful not to crash it, but eventually accepted.

“I wish my neighbours attack me again,” I said sarcastically.

“Be careful what you wish for,” she replied softly.

I waved goodbye, careful not to overstay my welcome. Seeing her again was a win, and I didn’t want to ruin it by seeming too eager. I would keep my feelings in check, act professionally and respectfully. A successful day it was.

Day Three

By now, you might be wondering why the most beautiful woman to ever walk my eyes was working as a vendor in Kabirizi. If she could attract and pull all eyes to herself, wasn’t she attracting other beasts like hyenas? I pondered these questions too! Maybe she was cloaked in a spell that only I could break? But with me being the only vampire around, potentially, maybe it was destiny.

And now that I was hopelessly obsessed with Kirabo, all my stresses had melted away. For the first time, I couldn’t think about the other women on my Pink List. All myself looking to venture into the future I saw in the one Kirabo.

That afternoon, the ‘terrorist’ had prepared lunch, but I ignored it. I didn’t want her to use me anymore.

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I thought and believed that being with the new beautiful Kirabo would fill my life with joy and purpose. Just in two days, I was beginning to change. Bravo noticed the change. The usually frugal me now stocked a new bunch of vegetables, a clear sign I was having a motivation… My friends always thought I was incapable of love, at worst impotent, and I’d to keep my secret life tight, but Kirabo was beyond. I told him I’d found another crush, an angel. He was excited to learn. Of course, I had to invent a suitable lie about who she was.

Honestly, during that time of financial hardship, spending extra on vegetables strained my budget. I convinced and consoled myself it was necessary but my needs could not. Everything else could wait, except for my need to get to know her better. All I wanted was to see her again, to see her succeed. I was always afraid the real men would notice her and snitch her, jealous.

My boons seemed to come true when I overheard my x’tian neighbours talking about buying some foodstuff. I offered to help, and they readily agreed, trusting me as always.

I couldn’t wait any longer. The next few minutes found me in the Kabirizi food market.

I flashed her my most charming killer smile, and she fired back with a dazzling deadlier one of hers, embracing me like out of site for a trail of time, a reunion, such it felt. Whether her smile was genuine or reserved for me, I wasn’t sure. But I was sure she didn’t question my coming back.

“Turned a frequent, Mr Zygoo. What was it this time?” she teased.

“Don’t worry about it. Whatever it is wants I keep supporting you… This time wasn’t the rats, but my one neighbour raiding my stash, he tasted, swearing your fruits are the best!”

“Absolutely,” she laughed. “Your ascent, where is it from?”

“I’m a Langi, but we live in Kasese. You don’t seem local either.”

“Aye. I’m from a place far beyond your scope. You’ve never heard of it,” she said.

“intriguing,” I said, “But my purchase…”

“Of course, of course. Why the rush?”

“You don’t want I take up your time, milady, and I value mine as well. I just wish we had more time to get to know each other and learn from each other. You know,” I said, straight to her beautiful eyes.

“Getting to know each other? Learning from each other?” she repeated, surprised.

“Why not?” I said. “Maybe you could teach me a thing or two about sweeping,” I teased.

She paused narrowing her eyes playfully. “You might just like that. Be my guest in hours.”

My heart soared with joy. “I’d love to be friends as well. Would you mind if I call you Gift, or Kichoncho would sound better?”

“My mother calls me Kirabo, but a good one works.”

UP NEXT: The Beautiful Kirabo and I

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