Wadau,
Now you niggas know the first part of this storo is still fresh in your minds. For those who don’t kumbuka check it out.
So now this chick Xiao (or Siau) has been on my case non-stop since that fateful Saturday. Ma WhatsApp, Wechat, calls, texts you name it. Chick is trying to contact me like every half hour. Man, I just had to take a quick decision cuz I’m too old for this shit.
I’ve been entertaining her storo this whole week on some gentleman shit but jana she patad me in a foul mood and I didn’t feel like chopping it up with her at all. She gave me a call when I was in the middle of a project…( I work from home, I’m a lucky bastard)…and I had an important presentation later.
“Hey handsome!” she said all excited. I knew she would call me like 10 times that morning, so I said fcuk this shit…I gently told her I’m married and she has to stop with all the messages and calls.
“No wonder! I saw your ring but I didn’t want to ask you about it, cuz I have no right to. I’m sorry I didn’t mean for this to happen, I guess I got carried away by the moment. So sorry” she says.
Hmmm… I think to myself, that went well.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but that is the situation i’m in right now. I’m actually feeling very guilty about all this, but it’s not your fault. I should have controlled myself better. I’m older than you and you were drunk. I’m just lucky my wife had gone to visit her parents in Malaysia.” I lied. (my ex was actually a Chinese-Malaysian)…quick thinking
Her next statement was a shocker; “I’m sorry Gabe, I just want to see you again so bad” She then starts to sob on the phone. Damn.
Throughout the conversation I went through a roller-coaster of emotions. I was hit with the:
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Man, the fcuk I got myself into?
I knew I had to think fast but I was a bit shellshocked. What to do??? I let her cry and told her it’s OK, it’s allright… shoulder to cry on and all that…After she calmed down, I told her we shall talk about this later, but she should not contact me after four o’clock. “it’s okay dear, I understand” she said.
I kumbukad the song by Snoop Dogg “Lodi Dodi” :
“Damn, now what was I to do? She’s crying over me and she was feeling sad and blue”…
This was serious.
I told myself I’ll deal with this shit later cuz I had to go for a business meeting at Raffles hotel at 3 pm for a pre-meet with my associates. I finished my work, had a quick lunch (leftovers from the fridge), and prepared to go for the meeting. I knew I wouldn’t be able to drive to town because of the expensive ERP and the traffic, so I got the MRT and alighted at City Hall then walked a short distance to my meeting place. I met my associates already there at 2:45 pm (these mofos keep time like Swiss) and we went over the presentation. The client arrived promptly at the agreed time. It was an old Chinese man who oozed old money and class.
Now, you niggas must be aware that Singapore has the highest concentration of millionaires in the world. Much of the wealth is new money, and people like to show it off. Armani, Prada, Gucii, Aston Martins, high end apartments, the works. These are the expats mostly British, Australians, etc whom the locals call “Ang Moh”-investment bankers, IT people, real estate agents, lawyers, etc. They have high incomes but are not really THAT wealthy. I would call them upper middle class. Now, there is the old money. These are mbirrionares whose fortunes were made by the Overseas Chinese who founded Singapore — families who built their wealth 30 generations ago. They dress down and hide their wealth, spend their money covertly and are never ostentatious. I can smell them from a mile away.
Therefore, I knew I had to be on my best with this client. He was accompanied by a young guy, probably his PA, and one of the hottest chicks I’ve ever seen in my life. Now, on a scale of 1-10 I would give the lady 12. She was a stunner. Looked something like this (not the real her of course)…
Damn!! Tall, elegant, intelligent, wacha tuu.
“Wah lao eh!!!” I thought to myself. This is the type of squeeze who’s in my league not that crazy college girl!
Anyway, we proceeded with introduction ; Her name is Sheng Wu and she had a slight British twang. She is one of the lawyers for the old man’s holding company. Interesting. So the meeting started. It went well. My presentation was on point, although the old man insisted on speaking Mandarin and the PA had to translate. But I think it was all an act though cuz he understood every word of the presentation.
Anyhoo, the meeting went great and we proceeded to the Tiffin Room for High Tea, complete with pink Champagne. Very elegant. Since we were the youngest in the group, and the poor PA had to stay with the old man at all times, we got talking with Ms. Sheng.
" You know, your name is quite nice, it reminds me of my native language in Africa, and also one of my favourite groups Wu-Tang Clan" I said. “Oh really, how quaint” She said. “I also like Hip-hop, especially the old school groups like A Tribe called Quest, but my favourite music is Jazz.”
Ala!!! Kumbe this prim and proper lady gets down like that!! Hapo kwa Jazz nikajua baaaaaaaaaas! ameingia mtego wa panya, cuz I’m one of those fellas who can talk to you about anything in this world-and I do like Jazz as well. Tukabonga kuhusu Louis Armstrong, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Charlie Parker, Thelonious Monk…you name it, I’ve got it!!
“If you don’t mind my asking, are you British?” i asked. “No, i’m Singaporean, why?” “Your accent, it’s so elegant” Baaas, nikaona ka blush…That day lady luck was on my side…I was just pushing the right buttons pole pole tuu bila kujua… “I studied at Oxford University…Corpus Christie College…also took my LLM at King’s College London.”
Wow…Hii mtu apana iko macheso yawa!!!
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“I studied at LSE” I replied. Sasa basi…more things in common! Manze, the gods of fate were smiling down on me that day. We had so much to talk about. Life in London, Finance, Jazz, Hip-hop, her American boyfriend…:mad: Apparently he works in New York…some sort of “creative” and they studied together at King’s.:mad:
“So how do you guys manage, you know, with the distance and all?” I asked. “Oh we skype everyday and visit each other as often as we can. He’s moving here so we’ll be together soon”
Nikajua OK…What the nigga won’t know won’t hurt him…
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There was so much to talk about but alas! It was time to say our goodbyes. I had to be very careful and professional with this one cuz of the business ties with her employer. So I had to play my cards right…
I hurried to catch the MTR back home.
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