Its 10:00am at ciala resort in kisumu having a meal after a very engaging week of assignment. A cousin’s wife checks in with a huge guy and they get a reservation at the far end.I slightly lower my cape to eschew recognition.
I order some more drinks to extend my time in the restaurant. As I sip my drink multiple questions run through my mind, what could Nancy be doing in kisumu while they reside in Nairobi? Is mike my cousin in kisumu too?
After half an hour of food, drinks and occasionally giggling both my in-law and the guy stand in anticipation to leave.it is when they leave that I get a clear glimpse of the guy and definitely he is not mike.I call my cousin and make the call look as random as possible.he is so excited as we catch up on some few issues. Its in the process of conversion that he reveals to me Nancy was at night duty and she occasionally extends her duty because there is shortage of staffs.Nancy is a nurse in one of the reputable hospital.
He goes ahead and make an assurance that normally by 4pm she’s usually at home.The word “normally” is an indication she’s been doing that for a while.
To cut the long story short, last week when had a very bad flue, I bumped on the same guy at the hospital where my in-law works. Upon making inquiries was told the guy is a gynaecologist and possibly a share holder in that hospital.
Well sipping my viceroy… Yeah! Just now. Listen to a convoy between a harlot with a guy she was talking of how her man blah! Blah!( I don’t care)…yeah and she was the one paying, but bi.tch is now in a room getting the fxckin!!!..my most valuable advice ‘if you ain’t fxcking, somebody is fxckin yours’
your cousin is just like your brother, you are a traitor and a shame to the family if you did not tell him immediately with pictorial effidence, thats how bibi ataletea jamaa ukimwi your nieces and nephews wabaki bila wazazi na muanze kuchanga fees. ghassia