As you all know, last December I hooked up with a dirty titties from Luseggiti, on the way to Kamangu kule Ndeiya. A 22-year old Form Three singo matha dropout.
Call it fisism, cradle snatching or simple late life crisis, or all of them. When you are staring at your own mortality you really can do crazy things. Especially when the Memsahib gives you a whole 10 days to yourself…
Heneway, ile drama nimeona I have sworn that I’ll never, ever, ever try again to ferk below 30. Chisos of Kariobangi, Ngai!
Let’s get the non-disputed things out of the way first. The sex was great. The conversation was mediocre, all in Kikuyu. The sex was great. Physically she is to die for (aren’t they all?) Her fashion sense is ok. The sex was great. She is neat clean. She’s pretty and has a sweet, hearty laugh. And have I told you the sex was great?
The first sign of trouble came when she told me, just four days after we met in early December that I was to pay her kid’s fee in the new year. Sponsor found. When I said I would just chip in 5K - the kid was going to pre-unit - the drama began. Astonishingly, she had already discussed me with her mum, and she called her. Her mum called me and told me - as I needed telling - that I didn’t have to pay the fees.
NOW, GALS AND BOYS, who meets a brand new 64-year old mtumba and tells their mum about it? Warning sign numero uno. That’s when I should have cut and run, BUT, THE SEX WAS GOOD!
She pouted, cried that I didn’t love her son (I could bury him somewhere and feel zero chills!), that I didn’t love her blah blah…Now, who falls in love within three weeks? Who falls in love anyway?
OK, FOLKS, SORRY ABOUT THIS BUT I GOTTA RUN. A HIGHER POWER CALLS…[SIZE=3]Memsahib[/SIZE]