She remembers the sweet dreams. Those she had of their future or rather the plans that turned to be sweet dreams. The cool names they came up with of their children to be. The serene suburbs they planned to build their simple bungalow. The hefty investments they planned to make.
 
She had bumped into him while taking the city coach. He helped her board it and even paid her fare to college. ‘He was such a gentleman’, she thought. A mere stranger who had nabbed the chokora trying to grab her kabambe phone as she tried to board the bus. Even going further to stop that bus from leaving without her.
 
Wasn’t that just a gentleman? A gentleman in this big Nairobbery. Saving her from actual crime. She felt like she had met some sort of spider man. Maybe love at first sight.
 
He didn’t say much but urged her to calm down. after all, it was a short ride so he might as well use his time well. Off course, he did ask for her mobile number in some disguise of looking for a potential employee. He was a business man, he said and incase she ever needed any assistance, willing to gladly help. Well, she didn’t question the graces of God.
 
She then started to imagine herself in the posh estates of Runda and Westlands, the leafy suburbs of Kileleshwa and Lavington. She had lived in a small village in Muran’ga for so long that these were the few places she heard were like heaven on earth. They also said that ‘monied’ men in tailored suits lived there and she was lucky to be boarding the same route as they did. Hurlingham –Yaya was not for poppers, they retaliated.
 
So she quickly picked up his call when he dialed that afternoon. This was her gateway to freedom. Her key out of poverty. Her silver lining. God! Wasn’t she dreamy.
 
And with a few witty words, he got her to agree for coffee after classes. And lunch in between lectures. And soon she was okay with dinner after a long day. Then he started to send her a few cash notes and buy her a few luxuries. She did not say no.
 
All she saw was a picket fence house in one of those leafy posh areas and she felt free to pursue it or at least let it pursue her.
 
She was now digitally wired with the latest smart phone and plenty of trendy fashionable clothes. Her folks, especially her mother now talked of her as a prospect in their family. She was proud. Only a year and she would be done with college. Then she would have to leave her old draining village. She loved the food but she hated that it was so far. So far from civilization that she felt like a caged bird. And now she could see that her freedom was well underway.
 
Then just as she was about to celebrate, she met her. Well dressed in a fitting designer dress, with killer boots that could kick ass, and hair like it was straight from the horse’s back. She had been in one of her evening classes, probably spying on her the whole time. They had never been such friends apart from during the necessary group work.
 
Apparently, these few weeks, things had changed. They were good friends all over sudden. Only thing is, it was too sudden. As sudden as her bumping into that gentleman. This beautiful lady’s gentleman.
 
And like that, her get out of jail free card was just that. A sweet dream.