Life on the Fast Track – 2

Track 2: The Situation as it is, is not what you See

A white fluffy cat jumped up on the kitchen counter when Jasmine walked into the kitchen.  She purred loudly and Jasmine chuckled.

“I know you’re hungry, Min.  So am I.  What do you think we should eat?”

Jasmine went to the refrigerator, staring at the contents with a sigh.

“Looks like it’s milk and tuna for you, Min.”

Jasmine retrieved a can of cat food and opened it.  Emptying the contents into a bowl, she stuck the bowl into the microwave.  Her phone rang when the cycle ended and she placed the bowl on the floor for Min.


“Jazz, do you want to tell me you forgot to come home for the family dinner?”

“Mum,” Jasmine sighed.  “I’m sorry, I couldn’t make it.  I forgot to call.”

“What happened?”

“Work,” Jasmine lied, not wanting to explain that her car broke down, and she needed to fix it.  That she wasn’t sure she had enough money to do it.

“They are working you too hard,” Wanja said in disapproval.  “Come home, Jasmine.  You’ve proven yourself.  I promise we won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“Mum,” Jasmine said.  “I like work and how busy it keeps me.”

“Then, why do you sound so tired?  You’re not taking care of yourself.”

Jasmine sighed.  “I’m fine, Mum.  I’m sorry I didn’t come home.  I’ll try and make it before the weekend is over.  Say hello to Jenny and Daryl.”

“Fine, goodnight Jazz,” Wanja said.

“Goodnight, Mum.”

Hanging up the phone, Jasmine stood leaning on the kitchen counter thinking about her mother’s concern.

Jasmine wished she could throw the towel in and go home, but, how could she?  Her pride would not let her after the huge fight she staged with her father to gain her freedom.  She argued with her father long and hard.  In the end, the man only let her out of his house after she promised to return home if something went wrong.

If you come back home, Jasmine, you’ll stay without complaint.

Jasmine sighed and shook her head.  She would never give him the satisfaction of claiming she was in trouble.

Nope, never.

Her father was in the army, and for most of her early life, she’d lived the life of an army brat.  Her father traveled too much and those early years, he insisted on moving with his family.  Until Jasmine entered high school and got tired of not having close friends.  After a particular nasty row with her parents, her mother made the decision to settle them down in Nairobi.  Buying land in Dagoretti and building a house.  Thanks to this, Jasmine was able to meet Terry during their first year of high school.  Theirs was a fast friendship one that stuck for over ten years now.

Jasmine didn’t know what she would have done without Terry’s constant support.  Especially when she decided to live on her own after college.  Her father thought it a coup, and that’s how she ended up with the ultimatum.

Despite the arguments, Jasmine loved her family, and knew it was because they loved her that they acted the way they did.

So, she vowed never to tell them her problems, unless she murdered someone.  Shaking her head, Jasmine resumed her search for food, her thoughts straying to Danny.

How long had she had a crush on that man?  Ten years?

In high school, Danny acted like she didn’t exist.  No matter how many times she tried talking to him, it didn’t seem to make a difference with Danny Kihome.  The guy was tough to crack.  With time, her crush matured into something more.  Unfortunately, his ignorance of her had also increased to new heights.  She could never get close to him it seemed.  It didn’t help that Danny was Terry’s brother.

Jasmine cherished her friendship with Terry, so she never made any attempts to close the distance Danny created.  It wouldn’t do to have a fallout with Terry over her older brother.  But, it didn’t mean she couldn’t look.

Lord, but the man was hot, thanks to hours spent wrestling engines and wrenches, she imagined.  His gaze made her shiver, so intense, she sometimes felt like he was seeing everything about her.  He had a strong jaw, kissable lips, and she so wanted a taste.

Swallowing a strawberry, Jasmine closed her eyes and decided restraint was the best strategy.  Being around a guy like Danny could only mean trouble.  Speed junkies were married to their cars and engines.  She certainly didn’t need the heartache.


Lack of sleep kept her up all night typing up a new chapter in her book.  At around seven in the morning, Jasmine sat staring at her laptop screen and the blinking cursor.  Inspiration had ran off with the night, right as she reached chapter ten.  The characters refused to move forward.

Getting up, she stretched her arms above her head and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.  With Min rubbing against her socked feet, Jasmine started the coffee maker.  It was Saturday, and she was off work for two days.  Her only obligations today were grocery shopping and convincing Terry to go out later to a new club in Langata.

She was busy frying eggs when the doorbell rang.

“Come in, I’m in the kitchen,” she called.

She didn’t want to leave the cooker on.

Hoping her visitor had heard her, Jasmine turned the eggs and was about to plate them when Danny appeared at the kitchen entrance.  Her kitchen had two doorways, one that opened into the dining room, the other led to the hallway that led to the front door.

Jasmine stood at the counter along the hallway side in old pajama bottoms, a t-shirt and bugs bunny socks, her hair sticking up.  It wasn’t her best look.  She had always tried to look her best around Danny and it was mortifying to have him see her this way.

“You should be more careful who you let in,” Danny said in greeting, scowling at her.  “What if I was a serial killer?”

“You certainly aren’t, unless you’re hiding a big secret,” Jasmine said, placing the frying pan back on the cooker.  “Want breakfast?”

The question was unintended.  She asked it because she did the same for all her friends.  He’d probably refuse—

“Sure,” Danny said.

To her credit, she masked her surprise, instead, reached for the eggs and started to break them into the heating pan.

“I brought your car,” Danny said, taking pleasure in watching her move around her kitchen.  This was a new side of her he had never seen.

Jasmine looked relaxed and laid back.  Far from the mask, which he realized now for what it was, she gave to the world.

“How much do I owe you?” Jasmine asked, a frown playing on her forehead as she calculated the money in her account.

“Nothing,” Danny said, remembering Jimmy’s reaction when Danny decided to pay the cost with his own cash.

‘Marry her already.’

“I can’t let you do that,” Jasmine said, a bit shocked by Danny’s answer.  “I know it was a huge mess and all, tell me what was wrong with it and how much it cost.”

“Your car needed servicing.  You have ignored maintenance for a while,” Danny lied, thinking of the new engine the Chevy now boasted.

He had wanted to get it repainted and reupholstered but that was his need to upgrade any car.  Jasmine would have wanted to pay for the obvious changes.

“Maintenance?” Jasmine studied him.  “You’re not kidding me, are you?”

“I’m not,” Danny answered, his lips twitching a bit at how intently she watched him.

“I can’t believe it,” Jasmine sighed.

Maintenance, oh well, she was guilty of adding petrol and oil without much thought to anything else.  Turning off the gas cooker, she stopped before Danny, coming up on her tiptoes, she pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“I owe you,” she said, pulling away.  “Thank you.”

To be continued….Thank you for Reading. ^_^

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Chapter Three

doctor's plazaVictoria sat in the waiting room on Thursday morning, fighting anxiety as she waited for her doctor’s appointment.  She’d called her doctor the same day Grace told her about Ronald.  Olive had insisted she come in the evening after work.  They’d taken her blood for testing, her anxiety had started building from that moment on.  She kept suffering episodes of fear every time she thought about the test results.  She’d barely gotten any work done yesterday.

Shifting on the comfortable gray couch, Victoria picked up a magazine and flipped through it absently.  The nurse was busy at her desk typing away into her computer.  Victoria looked around the elegant waiting room and smiled.  She and Olive had been in college together.  They’d gotten closer when Olive started dating her big brother, Clifford.

Victoria sighed and dropped the magazine on the glass table.  She was afraid her brother might walk in and find her waiting.  She wasn’t ready to discuss why she was here.  Ronald’s betrayal was too new, too painful.  So much so, she was actually avoiding him at work.  She figured it was better not to see him until she could control the urge to scratch out his eyes.

She’d instead thrown herself into the wedding reception plans for the Kamau wedding.  Thinking about the coming wedding, she remembered Eric Kabuto’s ridiculous invitation.  Her cheeks flamed when she also remembered he’d seen her at her lowest moment.  Closing her eyes to escape that embarrassing memory, she wondered if she could just keep from seeing him again.  She’d contemplated not showing up at the church.  After all, Beth would be too busy getting married to notice if she showed up, and her car was still messed up.

Clifford had said he’d get it fixed by today, but-.

She shrugged.  She also didn’t have a dress to wear.  What she needed was a day spent on the couch eating ice cream and mourning her stupidity.

“Miss Waina,” the friendly nurse called her name.  “Dr. Mulua is ready for you.”

She stood up with shaky knees and followed the nurse to the doctor’s office.  Her anxiety returned tenfold as she entered the neat room to find Olive jotting down notes at her desk.  Her friend looked every bit the successful doctor in a neat gray skirt and matching silk blouse.  Olive had always been the studious one in school.  The gold-rimmed glasses resting on Olive’s nose had helped the image along.

“Vicky,” Olive said when she glanced up and saw her.  “I’m sorry to make you wait.”

Olive finished writing and closed her pen.  She came to hug Victoria warmly.  “I’ve had the busiest day and it’s not over yet.  One of my patients was admitted earlier this afternoon.  I need to see him this evening.”

Olive’s life was a series of emergencies now.  Victoria understood since her older brother Clifford was in the same boat.  No wonder the two made a perfect couple, she thought.

“I don’t mind waiting,” Victoria said as she took a seat.

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Photo Courtesy of Queen of Superficial

The butterflies in her stomach went on a wild riot when Olive chose to use the guest seat beside her.  She couldn’t help thinking Olive was doing it in order to comfort her.  The idea that she was sick made her more sick.  Did that make sense?  Goodness her heart was going to come out of her chest.

“Vicky,” Olive said, interrupting her wayward thoughts.  “I said I got your results.”

Victoria sucked in air, watching Olive read through the white paper she held.

“You specifically asked for a H.I.V. Test.  You’re negative and your blood work looks good.  Your weight needs to go down a bit, but that’s not critical.  You’re healthy.”

Relief flooded through Victoria so hard, she got light headed.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Olive said gently.  “Can I ask why you wanted to do these tests?  Did something happen to you?  You can tell me you know.”

Victoria felt tears prick her eyes and she reached for the box of tissues at the corner of Olive’s desk.  The past forty-eight hours had been hell.  Ever since she’d discovered what Ronald had done, she’d felt stuck in a dark cloud.  Afraid of what could happen to her if he’d caught something and passed it on to her.

“Vicky,” Olive said reaching for her hand.  “Honey, what happened?”

She wiped the corner of her eyes and shook her head.  “It’s silly, I didn’t sleep at all last night worrying about these results.  I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” Olive asked squeezing her fingers.

Victoria sighed and the words tumbled out.  “Ronald is cheating on me.  I’d never have known if it weren’t for Grace, who heard it from Nick, Tropic’s chef.  Can you imagine how many people knew for Nick to find out?  I’m such an idiot.”

“Oh you poor thing,” Olive said her eyes wide.  “No wonder you had me check you for HIV.  Jeez, Vicky.  I’m so sorry.”

“It’s all my fault,” Victoria said.  “I couldn’t see it.  I should have, but I don’t think I wanted to see what he was doing.”

Olive leaned to pull her into a hug.  “This is not silly at all.  You deserve better than Ronald.  He’s not worth your tears.”

Vicky laughed because those were the same words Grace had said to her on Tuesday.  She sighed and pulled back to meet Olive’s concerned gaze.

“Are you sure I’m okay?  I won’t stay a month and then end up having a disease?”

“I’m sure,” Olive said.  When she didn’t stop frowning, Olive patted her hand.  “Why don’t we have a follow-up in a month.  Meanwhile, take it easy, I’d suggest a week-off work.  When was the last time you took a vacation?”

She couldn’t remember.  “I think it was that trip we took to Diani.”

“That’s two years ago,” Olive said in surprise.  “Jeez, take time-off.  You look stressed.”

“I’m not stressed,” Victoria insisted.  “Work makes me happy.”

“Work is where Ronald is and you need a break from him,” Olive pointed out.  “Take a vacation, Vicky.  Doctor’s orders.”

Olive’s phone beeped on the desk and she sighed.  “The hospital is calling.  I have to go.”

Victoria stood and hugged Olive.  “Thank you for doing this for me so fast.”

“Anything for you,” Olive answered stepping back.  “Drinks this weekend?”

Victoria picked up her bag, the burden on her shoulders disappearing.  “I have a wedding thing happening this Saturday.”

“Great, I’ll crash.  We can have drinks at the bar on the second floor.”

Victoria felt the first genuine smile tug at her lips.  “It’s a date.”

Olive grinned and picked up her stethoscope from the desk and her jacket from the back of her chair.  “Invite Grace and it will be like old times.”


Happy about her clean bill of health, Victoria decided to walk back to her apartment.  good healthHurlingham wasn’t far from the Nairobi Hospital, and Olive had urged her to get her weight down.  She was glad she’d worn her flats.  She’d take weight management over terminal disease any day.    She couldn’t stop thanking God for the good fortune he’d granted her today.  That stupid Ronald, she wondered what she could do to him that was worse than what he’d done to her.

When she reached the Hurlingham Shopping Center, she decided to stop in the supermarket for toiletries.  She was busy debating over Close-up toothpaste and Aquafresh when her phone buzzed.  Worried that it might be Grace with an emergency, she answered without looking at the caller ID.

“Where are you?” Ronald demanded in an entitled tone.  “You’re not in your office.”

“I took the afternoon off,” she snapped.  Just hearing his voice was enough to make her angry.  “What do you want?”

“Vicky, why do you sound so upset with me?  Is it because I missed our dinner on Monday?  I told you I was busy–”

“Stop,” she said holding on to the shopping cart. “I don’t want anything to do with you, Ron.  It’s over between us.”


“Don’t ever call me Vicky again.  You bastard,” she said with disgust.  “Why don’t you call Anita the concierge if you need a date?  I’m sure she’ll be glad to meet you.”

She ended the call abruptly and let out a harsh breath.  Everything inside her trembled.  She wasn’t sure she’d ever get over the anger boiling inside her.  Taking in deep breaths, she waited until she’d calmed down before she returned her attention to the toothpaste.

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Make a Change, Be Brave

She’d always used Close-up like a dedicated girl, always buying the standard toothpaste her parents had taught her to use.

No wonder she’d held on to Ronald like a bad habit.  The bastard had the nerve to call her and ask why she was upset.  Shaking her head, she realized that choosing toothpaste had turned into a decision about her life.

She could keep using Close-up like a fool, or make a change.  She reached for the Aquafresh without a second thought.  She wasn’t going back to the woman who’d let Ronald treat her like an idiot.  Never again.  From now on, Victoria Waina was making a change.

With this new conviction, she matched to check out thinking about the best place to buy a red dress in Nairobi.


To be Continued….

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