As said hapo juu, @le scumbag 's post on wild oats reminded me of shit i did … but shit called it blue handles and it looked to me gayer than my own asshole. But we cool, men we fresh like febreeze. Dont know why nobody put mint on KY. Sometimes it burn. Pinkies will attest this. But they cheaper than a ya-shot-ni-soh lodgo.
Sashaying on…
I’ve dipped my lower tongue in pits shit wouldnt wanna go to
But who hasnt.
I think I have had every type of lady my mind, if its really there, can imagine
Thats everybody’s story
Now a lil bit clean, sometimes its gets to me. And i get misty in all my glassy places.
I have had 4 kids killed
She used to be a councillor’s MWK. (Kilimani mumeese for Mpango wa Kando). She was, good. Nice hair. Her face showed she been to places they call hell. She used to be a barmaid. So we started our own ward. Councillor got wind of it. I got tishiwad. But then, I had already dry fried her coupla times like a wifey. So she told me, her period stayed more than a fool stop. Later confirmed she was pregnant. She asked what i had in mind. Told her, our lives cant meet coz I wasnt grown up. WE decide to terminate it. She goes through the psychological trauma but i breath in relief that thats taken care off. We continue shagging. She falls pregnant again. WE decide am not yet grown. WE kill the fucker. What happens in the process. Fuck. She goes deeper than before in the psychological trauma. She says anashinda bafu akioga countless times coz anafeel ananuka na she doesnt want anyone to see her coz she thinks they know what she done she doesnt wanna see kids coz they remind her of how she would have hers and she dont wanna see pregnant women. She finally got over it. If we killed our two babies, we couldnt fail killing our relationship. We talk in between months though.
Another she. She used to be a barmaid. Not my choice. Nice titties though. She was my friends galfriend, ok wacha tu tumuite my buddies choice ju dame wa bar mpya atakuwaje dame wako fuggit sitaki kuongea kiswahili ju nataka kustay correct …faggit. Now my buddy alikuwa anabembeleza huyu bar maid sana. So for all the men all over the world, I stood up for yall; I laid her. Weeks pass. Then she tells me she pregnant. We meet. I dry fry her again. Then give her money to take care of it.
Another she called me to tell me she pregnant. She was a single mum. I blocked her everywhere. I dont know how she handled it.
Sometimes i think of all this and just pray i wont pay for it.
I have a son who waits up for me till he sleeps on the chair( I refuse to call it a couch coz it ain’t)… He’s bright. Very. Always getting prizes in school… Very likable and is not slothful. Very industrious for his measly five years. We almost aborted him juu mashida zilikuwa zime camp kwangu with enough food stocks to last a year. I look at him today, and how much he loves me unconditionally and truthfully, I feel sorry for my selfishness.
Ni hayo tu.
@Bingwa can you change that satanic name of this thread…at this rate I feel like sharing my experiences for the yrs our family were in the occultism n devil worship…jst maybe pple wuld value life n God
Damn nigger … shit is retarded. Talk about 4 little nigger’s trying to dodge the coat hanger for eight months and getting their life nicked on the ninth month
If you really are a woman of faith this wouldn’t be difficult choice. Wengine wetu tukiskia devil worship ni kama Tom n Jerry. Maybe a first hand narration from someone who isn’t trying to solicit sadaka would change someone.