In my college days, someone called me, it was a new number, the voice on the other side was a lady, lets call her Brenda. Brenda apologized for dialing a wrong number and claimed she was calling a friend, i can’t remember the name, whose number she lost, she dialed the number she could remember which now was me. (That was according to her). We hung up. A day or two later, she calls again, and now asked my name and we talked a bit of the basic introductions and hung up. She called again later to say hi, Nikaona hii inajipeleka kichinjioni. After sometime, she asked kama nimeoa. I lied that yes, and with two kids. She said she’s not, and that I am a good man, how I talked to her, a stranger politely and we became friends. All this while I was at home, in the village on a long vacation for internship which was about to end.
Fast-forwad: Back to the city,
My communication with her was on and off, I later disclosed that I am in the city, In the university. She asked to visit me which i ignored a couple of times for I had a gf, and I was not a born-again fisi. She insisted, I accept. She came, met her at the gate. She was ok for the eyes, and yes I took her to the small hostel room where I shared with a friend, he was not in. I treated her as she was, a stranger friend. Nikampatia kiti and I sat on the bed. I brought her a soda from the canteen. I was watching a movie before I went for her. I resumed the movie and she joined me, akakuja kwa kitanda kunikaribia. Nikaona hii simangi, acha ikae. I resisted(that was strange, how could I? ). Casual talks nothing serious… 2 hours later. Nikaanza kuskia vibaya vile hana haraka ya kwenda. Nikamshow kuna place nahitajika that afternoon so nimpeleke aishie. She reluctantly accepted na akaenda.
She visits another day, this time round niliamua napita naye, psych ikapanda kabisa, alerted my room-mate and prepared for the big event. She comes, all smiles and in high spirits. Vile amenikaribia tu ile psych yoooote ikaenda zero, my little head disappeared into the stomach. Nikashindwa kuendelea, had to keep her busy with nonsense stories. And again she went with low spirits and I knew why.
I ghosted her for a long time vile nimeona hii mzoga hailiki. Alinichukia sana.
After kitu 10 months sijui ni nini ilinipata nikaona nimpigie salamu tu. Akapick nikaskia mtoto mdogo kwa background, kumuuliza akanishow its her baby. I congratulated her.
I connected the dots, she even told me one day, “you refused to get laid that time, nikaamua kutafuta kwingine”.
Hapo ndipo nilirudi karura forest forever.
The gods saved me!
I later found out that she was already peged during the encounter. Instincts apo zilisaidia sana.
Thank your ancestors… Kuna Dem nilimanga na cd… it dint slip,leak or bust… yet she claims I made her preggo… these females be on some other shiet…
Seems things have really changed, back in the day ukiwa tu na kiti na bed kwa keja, saa ya date u would make sure hio kiti imewekelewa ma box, manguo meaning only place ya kukaa was the bed:D
True, unawekelewo tu hivo. Some desperately need you to just dip your thing, wrapped or otherwise into her, kwisha. Ushakuwa baba mtoto
Hii mambo tulisema watu waeke CD mpangoni… Hizi tricks za dem kuingiza Mse box ndio amwekelee pregnancy zinatamba sana sahii… Usually wataleta shida wakijua unatumia CD kila saa … Just yesterday I had a conversation with a lady friend who has stayed for many years without a kid…But sahii ako na mtoto…
So jokingly I asked her to show me the pic of the father. Jamaa mzee sana bt amemwekea hadi job bt mtoto hawafanani… I just told her amemcheza. Aliitikia na akasema it’s true but ni mambo ya dunia and he is better than the real dad…
Aliweka mzee box banae, blackmail ile mbaya
Wasichana wanazaliwa watakuwa na shida, sisi wazee wa kesho hizi tricks will not work on us.
First of all if you screw random women without a cd be prepared for anything. Happened to me once when but I connected the dots…the timing was not right for me to have been the father. I demanded for DNA testing and the chic disappeared.
Happened again with another chic in Eldy but this time I had used a cd. Told the chic I’m ready for paternity test. She threatened she was ready for it when the kid is born. I didn’t lose sleep over it. I got 411 from my pals that 3 months later the guy who paged her resurfaced and told her not to try anything drastic like terminating the pregnancy coz he wanted the baby.
From then cd was my friend till I met wifey huyo nilikuwa namwaga ndani proper. Coz even when she eventually got paged I was mentally ready.
Sande omwami. These women! A friend once told me, “women are difficult to live with, and difficult to live without as well”.
Over 20% of all men who have kids are rearing another man’s kid (and that is a very conservative figure). Personally I have a kid somewhere with a married woman. She is now 20. Every once in a while the mum posts her pic on Facebook and writes a caption that I know is meant for me.