My date with the devil
It's Friday night and Sir-Luggoyo is set for a date with a Xaliimo he has been coaxing and cajoling for a while. It is a well planned and worked out date, a dinner at an Italian eatery, a movie and then home for some major bonning to happen. Since all locations are in downtown and parking would be a hassle, Sir decided to utilize a cab, he shows up, Xaliimo is picked from home and we headed for our exciting evening. I am enthralled for the simple fact of dating a Xaliimo, it's been a while. We went to the restaurant, ordered some nice dishes, she is either a little shy or have no idea what the menu consists, so I ordered for her.
We head for a movie, sat there munching our snacks and rubbing shoulders, leaning towards each other in intervals whispering this or that in each other's ears, it was beautiful and things (I assumed) were working out in my favor (time will tell)
After the movie, we took a cab back home........... the driver was a chatterbox Nigerian who wanted to know everything about Somalia's current quagmire and never gave me a chance to drive my last points home. Finally we arrived at the my place ........................................................ this is when all hell broke loose.
B4 we got off the cab, Xaliimo started convoluting, jerking, shaking, flailing her arms, coiling herself into a ball and then with a shrill jumps to the roof of the cab. All this time, the cabbie was yelling at me and then at her to get this looney out of his car. Finally, he calls 911, an ambulance, police and fire trucks came wailing their sirens. I developed emotions I nevr realized I had. She was restrained and taken to hospital.
Long story short, she said she has Barkiin (some aort of spirits) when she came to.................................. Barkiin?!!!! ...Barkiin my ass.....I knew I was taken for a ride
Xaliimo 1 --Sir-Luggoyo 0
