Jimiyu Tells Balinda About Kampala

Jimi Tells Balinda About Kampala

“So, when are you leaving for Kampala?” Balinda asked Jimiyu. He had just informed her that he was going home. They had just finished having lunch at a restaurant close to where he worked.


“Tomorrow? So soon?”


“Are–are you going back there for good?” she held her breath, dreading the answer. She couldn’t bear it if he went back to Kampala.

“No. I’m just going for a visit.”

Relief washed over her. “How long will you be gone?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Were you going to leave without telling me?”

“Of course not. I was going to call and tell you or text you.”

“I bet Uncle Moses and Aunt Fatuma are excited about seeing you.”

“I’m not sure that they would be if they knew the real reason why I’m going to see them.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

He told her about Mrs. Beatriz Gonçalves the older Brazilian woman and retired teacher whom he had met at Engela’s brother’s wedding and the conversation they had. “I have to find out if it’s just a crazy coincidence that Maria’s father and my father share the same first and last name.”

“What do you think it all means?”

“I don’t know. Mrs. Gonçalves said that Maria had a son who is now my age.”

“So what?”

“She also said that I reminded her of Maria after she asked me if I was Brazilian.”

“What’s going through your mind, Jimi?”

“Do you think it’s possible that I could be Maria’s son?”

“That would mean that you’re adopted but if that’s the case, wouldn’t Uncle Moses and Aunt Fatuma tell you when you’re old enough to handle it?”

“I guess so but I need to find out the truth, whatever it is.”

“And if it turns out that the Maria woman was your mother, what then?”

“I guess I will need time to digest it and then, I may go to San Paolo to visit her grave.”

“And what about the boy she had the baby for?”

“If it turns out that he’s my father, I will try to find out what I can about him but I don’t think I want to meet him.”

“If it turns out that you’re adopted, then it will mean that you and I are…”

“It means that we’re not cousins.”

“A part of me hopes that we are but a part of me hopes that we aren’t.”

“I feel the same way.”

“If it turns out that this is all just a strange coincidence, then you’re free to move on with Engela if that’s what you want.”

“You know that isn’t what I want, Linda.”

“It isn’t what I want either but she isn’t related to you–I am.”

“I don’t want to move on with Engela or any other woman. I would rather remain a bachelor.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, I do. I love you, Linda. You’re the only woman for me. And since I can’t be with you, I will stay single for the rest of my life.”

“And I plan to remain a spinster for the rest of my life because I can’t be with you. Besides, I won’t be a faithful wife. My heart and mind will be yours not the man I marry. When he and I are in bed, I will close my eyes and imagine that it’s you making love to me.”

“You’ve ruined me for other women. Being in a relationship with Engela or any other woman wouldn’t be right or fair. In my heart and mind, I would be cheating because I would be fantasizing about you. Right now, I wish I could take you back to my place and make hot, crazy love to you.”

“You can’t…” Her breath quickened and her body reacted to the thought of them in his bed and under the sheets.

Sighing heavily, he glanced down at his feet and put his hand behind his neck. “I know.” Glancing at his watch, he said, “I’d better be heading back to the office.”

“And I’d better be heading home. Will you call or text me when you’re in Kampala?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes…just to let me know that you got there safely.”

“Okay, I will. Are you going to miss me, Linda?”


“And I’m going to miss you. I’ll see you when I come back. Goodbye, Linda.” He hesitated and then, he hugged her, closing his eyes at the feel of her body against his.

Balinda hugged him back and then, she pulled away. “Goodbye, Jimi.” After a lingering look, she turned and walked away.

He watched her go, then, he headed off in the opposite direction back to the office.