A week ago, around 2am, I received a text (sms) that said "ola papii." The text came from a very familiar area code. It's one of the cities I used to hangout half a decade ago. At first, I thought it came from one of my "oldies." So, I hit back the usual….y'know! But then, the sender came back asking who I was and what language I did use (I replied in Swahili). Hold up! Wait a minute! You texted me first…who are you? Maliah….was the name she gave me. Mhhh I don't think we know each other. I told her that. "Bibie Maliah" was like, the message probably ended up on your phone by accident. And that, you weren't supposed to be the recipient. She apologized and the all thing was put behind…. So I thought……!! Two days later, she hit me again…. She thought, even though the message "accidentally" ended up on my phone, the incident might be a sign for "meeting a new person" (of all the new people to meet, me? Puuulize!!!). So she started flooding my phone messaging service with general questions…..supposedly trying to get to know me. Well, since I'm not so closed up, I kinda gave in some light answers here ‘n there.. We have been engaging into texting World since then. Aiiight! My mind is splitted up…… One part thinks that Maliah is a truly Maliah. And that she is genuinely trying to find out what is out there. I fortunately (really?) just happened to fall into her "what is out there" inside 18. Ha ha haaa!!!! The other part thinks that Maliah is just one of my "oldie," who just decided to jumble my head….and she is enjoying every bit of it. In one of her recent texts, she asked me if I like to play. Foreplay is what she really meant. Ooooh yeah…..I'm not kidding!!! Am I being punked?