Michael had once again arrived at his home. He put his pajamas back and went to bed. But he still couldn't sleep. He just couldn't get Ashley out of his thoughts. He just lay there in kitanda staring at the ceiling for an saa until finally, he remembered what Ashley told him at the park that morning. "It's her father's funeral today" he alisema to himself. "I'm going to come... oh I forgot. I got a tamasha today". Then he finally made a decision. He would cancel his tamasha to onyesha his support for Ashley. He then laid on the kitanda and called the producers and staffs for his concert. "You're what!" the executive producer screamed on the phone. "I told you, I'm going to cancel my concert" Michael replied calmly. "For what reason? Don't wewe know that your mashabiki will be very disappointed?" the producer alisema furiously. "Well this is very important. But I can't tell wewe right now. If the press asks you, tell them that it's very important. As for the fans, tell them that I'm very sorry and that I still will perform the tamasha very soon" Michael replied. "All right Mike. wewe win" the producer replied as he hung up the phone. He was a bit disappointed but he was happy with his decision. He then started to doze off when the phone rang. "Hello?" Michael asked. "Michael it's me" the voice on the other line said. "Mother?" Michael asked. "Yes" Katherine replied. "What's wrong mother?" Michael asked worriedly. "Well sweetie, it seems like your brother Jermaine here is in upendo with your girlfriend" Katherine replied. "What, girlfriend who?" Michael asked puzzled. "You know the girl wewe were carrying last night?" Katherine replied. "Oh...oh wewe mean Ashley? No she's not my girlfriend. She's just a friend of mine" Michael replied. "Oh alright then. Bye sweetheart. upendo you" Katherine alisema with a laugh. "Ok mother bye. upendo wewe too" Michael replied. As he hung up the phone, he was very upset. He could not believe that his brother has also been in upendo with the woman he was falling for. Now he could no longer sleep. He started to stare at the ceiling again. Lost in his thoughts...


To Be Continued...