#Prettystoryteller

“ Ngai! Weee....nikii! Umefungia nguo yangu nje! Nkt!" I shouted nearly biting the tout’s head off. He had just closed the door on my exquisite floral dress, that I had taken an hour or so to convince myself to wear. I should have used an uber right? The tout opened the door slightly and out of rage, I yanked my dress, nearly pulling it to my chest to prevent another mishap. I pulled out my phone from the clutch and checked the time, 9:30 pm great, I’m late. I shut my eyes and groaned inwardly. I was not one to believe in family curses but I did not also take them lightly. My family had this curse of being absolutely late for mostly everything. Guess I was wearing this family curse like a gold chain to my date. “I would allow you to be late in that outfit.” Came a deep sexy voice next to me. I turned, only to find that the guy next to me had his phone held up to his ear, like he was on a call. Bummer, I thought that compliment was for me.  I looked on ahead, anxious to...