We should review the bro code. In the next men’s conference, that should be the main agenda. I propose two changes.
Number one, Thou shalt not Katia ex wa boy wako, hii tupunguze vipengele Fulani. Your ex could be the love of your best friend’s life.
Number two, usikule dame ya boy wako. We should add, huyo boy wako pia asikutie kwa hayo majaribu. Kisa na maana gani?.
Way back nikiishi Mombasa, boy wangu Ibra went visiting shags. Kwao ni Bungoma. His girlfriend also came visiting him. Wakapishana kwa njia. She had not informed him because she intended to surprise him. She stayed in Nairobi. Ibra called me.
“Jay, vipi?. Bilha Dame yangu amecome Mombasa kunisurprise na Mimi Niko Eldoret naelekea shags” he told me.
“Waaa waaa waaa, kutaendaje sasa ama atarudi Nairobi tu?”, I asked him.
“Zii, nilikuwa nimalize wiki but nitamaliza siku Tatu nanirudi”, he told me.
“Umemwambia pahali atachukua keys?”, I asked Ibra.
“Nimeenda nazo. Nataka umhost siku hizo Tatu please”, he requested.
“Budaaa, wewee Unataka kunipea mitihani sasa”, I told him.
“Mitihani ya nini kaka?”, he asked me..
I couldn’t tell him his girl ni Mali Safi Naweza taka kumkula asinichukue vibaya. Instead I told him, “sasa nitamlisha nini na siko fiti kimfuko”.
He sent me money closing any other argument I woulda made.
I went to pick Bilha from the stage. I knew her and she knew my Nairobi girl too. First day was uneventful, save for when she came from the shower with a wet leso wrapped around her, her tirries and her ess plastered on the leso, she turned me on but I hid it well.
Nilimtandikia mattress chini na tukalala.
Second day, she called me at work. I was Kadere wa mat and asked me what I felt like eating.
That night, I had the best cooked rice and chicken I had ever tasted. Found her in yet another leso. It was damn hot, she wasn’t the only one in a leso on the whole “plot”. But bado, I noticed the way her ess jiggled and tirries shook under the leso. We talked almost the whole night.
The following day, a Friday,was my off day. We spend the whole day at the beach. Later that night we went out. Ibra was to travel that night back to Mombasa. He called to say he won’t be back for another two days. She had no problem. She told him it was okay. I didn’t know how to react to it.
Tulitoka dunda masaa nane. Tipsy kichizi.
“I have had a good time today. You sure know how to have fun”, she said when we got home.
“Me too. You are fun to be around too”, I told her na nikapanda bed kujilalia.
She looked at me and asked me from her mattress chini, “uko Sawa?”.
“Yeah Niko poa. Why?. Don’t I look okay”, I asked her.
I wasn’t okay. She had danced with me, sat on my lap at the club, grinding her ess on me till I was turned on and apologised for turning me on then held my hand the whole time kwa club.
“I know I have messed you up tonight?”, she said.
"No you didn’t ", I told her.
“Jay, I sat on you and felt you”, she told me.
“That’s normal. Doesn’t mean you messed me”, I argued. “I know you are my boy’s girl. I respect that”.
"Let’s assume for a moment, I wasn’t ", she asked.
“But you are”, I protested.
"Look, he is to blame not you or me. I wanted to book a place but he insisted on me coming here to stay with you ", she said.
“What are we blaming him for?. It’s not like we have done anything?”, I reminded her.
“Jay, from day one, you have controlled yourself, but I have seen how you look at me. I can’t even ask if you find me attractive. I have noticed how you control yourself and it’s admirable”, she said.
" Good to know, I am the one that controls myself. Because, if I try anything with you, you will stop me", I told her.
“I won’t. Because I have wanted you to try me since the first day. It’s just that, I can hide it well. The bulge in your groin isn’t easy to hide”, she said.
“Okay” , that’s all I could say.
“Look, Jay, I will join you in that bed. I am tired of sleeping in the floor”, she told me.
I was astonished, sikusema kitu. She took that as a ye
She lie beside me.in the spooning position. She felt me. I was hard already before she joined me. But I was hesitant to touch her.
She turned and faced me. Her tirries all out. I wrapped my arms around her.
“You see how hard you are now, I have been wet for three days. You have had that effect on me”, she told me and I was sold. Nikawacha kung’ang’ana.
We locked our lips for the first time and nothing mattered at that moment…
Ibra, masanze wakwendee!!!.
