I'm looking for my Florida (long dick alert)

After reading @mark Maish’s hekaya, I was drawn back to 2013. Then I was a campus dude, only two months away from clearing my degree course. Now it was in March of the same year that elections were to be held. Since lectures were ongoing, we were only allowed to go home and participate in our democratic right on the last weekend to the elections. Being the patriotic type, I obliged and left very early for my shags. However, when I reached the bus terminus, I realized that the fare had tripled. “How could a peasant like myself pay such exorbitant amounts yet it is just a one-day event?” I asked myself a rhetoric question. Still, I thought about the exhaustion resulting from long-distance traveling as well as the queuing on the Election Day, and something kept weakening my patriotism. To hit the nail on the head, I also thought about the inflated amounts I would pay in my journey back to campus and said “No!” After all, we were in mid-March, and I was to clear my studies in early May. So I went back to school.

Then came the Election Day and I decided to go and witness the voting process the way journalists do. I resided outside the university, so I had to carry my laptop and charger to go and use the internet just in case I got bored during the process. And I surely got bored. So after using my laptop for a few hours, it needed to be recharged. However, since most students were away, almost every room was locked apart from the hostels and kitchens. So as I was looking for a place to charge my gadget, I came across a girl who was coming from the kitchen and was headed to her room. I politely approached her and told her my predicament, and she agreed to help. So went together to her room. All along, I witnessed that less than ten unpatriotic ladies occupied the entire hostel that hosted close to 500 students in its three floors. In her floor, only three rooms had occupants, and each of them had just one occupant. So the whole place looked scary, at least for girls. It was so silent that you could hear a pin dropping from the opposite room.

When we got to the room we chatted for a while then she served her meal, and we ate together. She told me that she had gone home on Saturday and came back that Tuesday morning (the day of elections). She was a Kalenjin girl of Kipsigis decent and her home was in Kericho County, and so her complexion was what we call yellow yellow. The girl, a second-year student by the name Florida, was so talkative and charming. Those who have had the opportunity to interact with a Kipsigis, either male or female can relate. Later on, we decided to go and watch the proceedings in one of the rooms that had a television. At about 4:00 pm we left for my place knowing too well that as a gentleman (those days the song Gentleman by P-Unit was the thing), I had to reciprocate her kindness. Later that night we ate supper at my place, but she declined my calls for a sleepover. In fact, I had used all the Team Mafisi proverbs like “tutalala to, siwezi kukufanyia anything, etc.” So when all the proverbs failed to work, I agreed to escort her back. It was around 8 pm and results had started trickling in so I decided that I would still carry my laptop.
When we entered her room, she said that now she was comfortable to sleep with me. Yes, with me. Not on the same bed but under the same roof. Saitan! How could this happen yet my mjulubeng had responded to that news at full attention like Alexander the Great’s army? Aisuru, I was okay with the arrangement. So she argued that she would let me sleep in the opposite double-decker bed while she slept on hers so as not to tempt me. I asked her why she was okay with this yet I could leave the bed for her and sleep on the couch at my place, and she responded that she was uncomfortable sleeping in a stranger’s house. So I asked her why she was now comfortable to share her room with a stranger and she said she feared to sleep alone in such a deserted building. Upon hearing that, I knew I had one final fisi tool to use. I told her I couldn’t share a room with her if she didn’t trust me and I had to go. She begged and begged me not to leave her and that we could just watch movies overnight. I told her I would only stay on condition that we sleep in the same bed. Knowing too well that I was firm with my words, she obliged. Since you all know that campus hostels don’t have six-by-six beds, skin-to-skin contact was inevitable and so was mnyanduano.

We did this the second day, and I only left when students started reporting back. One thing that I have never forgotten about her is that she told me, “I have a boyfriend here in campus. I don’t want him to ever know about this. So never come back to my room again. Also, just assume that we never met.” Actually, I never met her again for those two remaining months. The closest I ever came to meeting her is when we were doing our final exams. As we were entering our exams room, they were getting out of the next room. So until today, Florida and I have never met, and her boyfriend never found out what happened.

Aaaiiii all that read and she didn’t get deeked

told her I would only stay on condition that we sleep in the same bed. Knowing too well that I was firm with my words, she obliged. Since you all know that campus hostels don’t have six-by-six beds, skin-to-skin contact was inevitable and so was mnyanduano.

When other Kenyans were staying up all night following the vote count you were sampling Kipsigis delicacies:D:D:D

Amesema nini?

Now which part is the climax here???

Hehhe noma sana

by any chance ulikuwa Egerton?

labda alicheki hautosi…

amesema alikamua a kpsigis chile

kenyatta uni, ngong hostela or ruwenzori km…

lazima details za kukamuana bana sio skin to skin contact hii ata kinyozi hukupatia

@kiLo- kuja hapa. I saw yesterday you “ate” pesa ya kurutu :smiley:

Cheza chini, mzeiya he he

Emirates kuliendaje? @Giggz

He bomoad a chile.
But he andikad in a PG7 language.

muKipsigis wako ulimuacha ukaenda kupiga kura naye 'akakurwo

Satan,l hate women, how could she…

Hehehe

Florida and I have never met, and her boyfriend never found out what happened.