A couple of years ago, I met a really lovely lady at the Annual Jazz Safari. It was the edition that featured Maxi Priest at Cricket Oval. While there, I had gone with my camera to cover a story and basically do more action pictorials from the event.
Because I knew I would meet really important people and beautiful ladies, I really concentrated on my attire that day and made sure “I nailed it”.
As I walked to the Johnnie Walker Lounge that was accessible by VIPs and Journalists, a lady clad in a fine fitting black dress with some sparkles of gold threw a smile at me. Her welcome note sounded like a melody and instantly melted me, her smile was impeccable, she was slender with a caramel skin. For a moment, I stood there confused and wondered if she had met me from somewhere. It turned out that she was one of the ushers, something that took me a while to believe until I saw her other counterparts clad in the same attire. But she stood out, she was too elegant.
As she led me to the lounge that had my other friends, I murmured a few words to her just so I could get her to smile for me again. Guys, her smile was so godly…shyt!
Immediately, Its at that point that I knew where to point my cameras..I knew the one smile I wanted to capture for the night. I knew what my soul would be happy seeing in my camera and of course that was the only way I was ever going to get her number.
Like as though luck was on my side, she was also Interested in having photos of her taken. She posed seductively for my camera as she was in the lounge with no one to attend to. Even when she was busy, I still took a few shots of her and when was somewhat free, she had a look at them and got really happy.
Moments to the end of the event, I knew my time to get her number was slowly running out and then she asked the mighty question…”So how will I get my Photos”…Phew! I handed her my biz card and she saved her number too in my phone. We hugged and we parted ways…All that while, I never got her name.
Days flew by and she never texted, I also got busy and never texted. On a random Wednesday, she finally texted and reminded me to send her photos of her I had taken. Because I was in a busy state and everything didn’t seem to stop, stress was at its peak and I couldn’t even have a second for myself, I never sent them.
She insisted and checked on me almost everyday but I would end up initiating different jazz and we often forget how we ended where we did with jazz. Time went by and we both moved on, she never texted again, I never got to send the photos and she never texted again.
I never heard from her again or saw her again until last night when she was crowned Miss Uganda! Quinn is now the Miss Uganda, she’s a Queen!
Wow, Wabula ndi Fala!
Even the youngest of us may be wrong sometimes.” ~ Shaw