AT THE EQUATOR HOTELS 2

Was I judgemental as Jackson said,,,,of course I wasn't I was just perplexed by what was going on right under my nose, what they did with their lives I didn't care, what I cared about is how they wanted me to be like them, I could never, I wasn't raised that way, my instincts couldn't allow me be that kind of a person I respected my reputation.

"Which reputation," James looked at me with his red devilish side eyes, "do I know you, I don't care what you do with your life, even if you act holy I don't care I am not going to award you for that." I looked at James with my eyes as wide as possible as they could be, then I looked back at Peter who looked at me and bent his head side way in agreement. "Oh, my Mama is here," Jackson said running as soon a brown Mercedes Benz entered the packing lot, it was at least dark at the parking lot but at least I saw brown,,, white haired woman coming out and hugging Jackson intimately for at least a minute.

"Me too I am leaving," Jacob said washing his hands," guys we will meet later" he gave us a hand, soon after Jackson had left his, his 'mama' came and took him. "This is crazy" I whispered immensely lacking words to describe what I was feeling right now. "You see how people are rolling in big cars, Guy you need to try this," James uttered putting a toothpick in between his gapped saw teeth," mine is also coming " "babe where are you?" Simon broke a two seconds silence, "I am ready to leave please come and take me, and please come with the Porsche, have missed being in it," "that is Browny my baby boy " he whispered stretching his head towards us, " ughhh, what ""you need connection, Browny has a friend who is single " "no thanks," I couldn't resist being disgusted at the table.

Everyone had gone and we had remained with Peter, "what about you when is yours coming to take you," I looked at Peter who didn't speak me for a while after the others had left, "oh you wanted a threesome or what," he said smiling at me with an evil mist of hot air revolving around his brown face, I think the air was from the hot coffee he was taking. We both looked at each other and laughed immensely.

Peter didn't know where to start to just explain the whole idea of this old rich ladies they were having around, he thought maybe I wouldn't understand, actually I did understand, girls in our college did the same, they said they wanted nothing to do with broke little college boys they were going for the rich lads up there, men who could take care of their needs not boys who always proclaimed love up and down and had nothing to offer. So it was so unfair for boys not to look the other way and look for rich ladies who could take care of their needs too, why should they wait for an already sailing ship, girls were not ready to stop pursuing their goals with money and good life and needs taken care of and lure themselves in prematured poverty.

What I didn't understand is why my friends who had everything they required more than enough, how they went to have this mentality for looking for women with money when they had their own.

"Levi, I don't know how to explain this to you," Peter said rounding his finger at the rim of the glass he was having coffee in, "no it's not hard," I said trying to look direct in his eyes which were bent down looking at the glass of coffee on the table, "I just don't understand why you are doing all of this when you have the money which you are looking for," " it's not enough," "how much is enough," we found ourselves shouting, creating a little scene with the eyes of people looking right at us trying to get what was going on.

" Levi, the money our parents are providing are school money, which are supposed to cater for our little school needs but we have more than school basic needs, we want to party, we want to buy good clothes gorgeous for that matter, we want to live in apartments which are well stuffed with great and expensive commodities,,, that is who we are,,,,we are not like you mahn we have taste....." He couldn't continue," I am sorry mahn that came out so inappropriate," "that is what you think, that I don't have taste," I said trying to search down the space under my feet like I was looking for something when I was just trying to avoid looking at Peter's apologetic face.

"I said I am sorry," Peter said trying to drag me back at the table, "I am leaving Peter, let me go at my house and haul in my own grievances, I will scream at the top of my voice," tulululu, that is my phone again,,who was that who was trying to get in between an emotional moment between me and Peter, it was my mother, " Hello, Mamma." I said rolling my eyes obviously as like I knew what she wanted to tell me, "Hello Matthew,,,,,,eeh," her cranky loud old voice rose from the mouthpieces of my Nokia phone, "eeh,,,,,Mathayo why are you in a lot of noise?" She used to call me Mathayo because in the Bible Matthew was also called Levi.

"Mamma how many times have I told you to stop calling me, Matthew," I said in an obvious annoyed tone, " my son,,,, Levi was also called Matthew." "What do you want Mamma?" "It's your brother, he needs money to pay for his science convention which will be in Nakuru," this woman, she always had something to torment me with." Mamma how many times have I told you guys that I am a student, and not an employee in an organization or some company somewhere where do you guys expect me to get the money to pay for your little offspring's tour." Peter was beside me listening to my conversation with my mother pretending not to listen but I knew into his head words of judgement were pouring out like the rivers in the beautiful garden of Eden.

"Mathayo, do you know the son of Wanjala he is in college, and at the same time he is hustling money for his parents, he is working," now I was going to be told about all of my agemates who were in college and were working, "do you remember Arnold's son him too....." "Mamma stop comparing me to other people's children, as a matter of fact it's not like you guys, cater for my needs here in college I do it myself where do you think I get the money from," "and that is why, I am asking you to help your brother," my mother could be so persuasive she never gave up, "okay how much " I asked after giving up to the argument, "it's just KSH 4200," "whaaaaat!!" My scream made Peter to jump in shock,"what is wrong did something happen " "that is a lot of money where do I get that one, you know what I will send you the money,,,, goodbye Mamma."

I had to cut the call after, I saw a woman,,,,, approaching us,,,, I am not good at description but she was the age of my Mamma,, she was at least weighted in size quite short,,, she had a walking stick in hand,,, she wore a black wig which covered the white hairs which were trying to pertrude out of the black wig,,, her glasses rested quite well on her quite big nose,,,, her legs seemed partly feeble, she was walking directly towards us. AND MY STORY CONTINUES.