My Cousin Ezeta

Before I plead guilty, I want to tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a student in one of the Universities in Kenya doing a course that I think I better keep it to myself. My course does not take much of my time so I always stay in my hostel watching movies. At the time it happened I was 19years old, a first year student in a University. I am not much in appearance; I am average with 5 feet with a medium build body.

This story happened on Thursday at the time I was in relationship with my ex-girlfriend Nelly. That day I was in my hostel watching Game of Throne since I didn’t have any lecture when my phone rang. I was so delighted to see who was calling so I received the call.

“Are you in school today?” Ezeta asked.

“No. I have no classes today,” I replied.

Ezeta was my paternal cousin. She was 5’1 tall with a wavy hair to her back, long legs that were so beautiful and if I am not mistaken she had a 38DD breasts. She really had a beautiful face that could make any man to turn around. I guess, I could say I have always unknowingly loved her since I was 15 years old.

“Can you come to my place today?” She asked.

“At your place! Is Dan sick?” I asked her.

“Dan is okay. Is just that I need somebody to talk to.”

Dan was her 4 years old son. She had given birth to Dan when she was still in marriage but due to her husband’s abuses they had divorced 3 years ago. Now she was a single mother living in the Ghetto of Nairobi and working as a secretary in one of the companies in the same ghetto.

“What is it? We can just talk through the phone ama?” I told her.

“No please. Promise me that you will come over so that I may pick you at the Naivas Supermarket at around six o’clock in the evening. We will talk more at my house,” she finally said.

“Fine then,” I replied.

I arrived to the Naivas supermarket at exactly five minutes to 6.00pm and then I decided to call her on her phone. The call didn’t go through. I figured maybe her phone was out of power so I decided to wait. At 7.00 pm I decided to try and call her again, still it was mteja! I was so tired of waiting and for that reason I decided to leave.

As I turned to leave I saw her. She looked dressed to go out and was looking all pleased as if she was going out on a date. I was about to complain a little when she smiled and light came to her eyes.

“Evans!” She called out. “My apologies for not coming on time to pick you, I had an issue with my supervisor at work that’s why I had to come late.”

“I understand, I am very pleased to see you again cousin,” I told her.

She went on explaining how the supervisor from her job tried to make her work late so he may have private moment with her. She decided to leave the instant he started talking about having a relationship with her.

“It has been three years since you divorced your husband. It is about time you have someone who will make you happy,” I told her.

“When I am with you, I feel contented,” she joked.

“Too bad I am your cousin,” I teased back.

At 7.20pm we arrived to her house. Walking in, I visualized the layout of her room. It was small room which was very neat with everything in place in the compact space around her double bed. The utensils were neatly arranged to one of the corners of the house. Beside the utensils there were two cooking stoves.

“Where is Dan?” I asked her.

"Today he is going to have a night over with Emily’s children, "she said. Emily was her older sister.

We had started talking about things when we had a knock at the door. Ezeta answered it and I could hear a male voice in a conversation with her.

Ezeta came back with a bottle of wine, she was looking very attractive and the way her breast were moving on their own suggested a very light duty bra or none at all.

“What is that bottle for?” I asked.

“It is a bottle of wine. Something I love to take before I go to sleep.”

“I must admit Ezeta I don’t know what you are really going through. I guess maybe I am a bit shocked seeing you with a bottle of wine. To be honest, I didn’t know you were depressed about things to a point you have started drinking. I mean, from the day you divorced your husband, I thought of you as happy no matter what.”

“Amuge wants to take Dan away from me,” she said.

“We know that isn’t going to happen, you are his mother…”

“Amuge is his father too. Now he is so rich and he can do anything,” she interrupted.

“To the matters of marriage and having child custody I am no good. Go talk to my mom, she is good at it.”

She smiled, a little sadly and said," I don’t feel if I can bare Amuge from taking Dan. I have struggle with him without his help and now he wants to take him. Sometimes I feel like a loner. I missed a couple of years of my life trying to give my child a better life and now he wants him. I wish I could go back and fix this sometimes."

“Fix what?” I asked her.

“Marrying Amuge,” she said.

She looked at me and I gave her a half smile." I am a woman trying to do what is good for me and my child. After the divorce I wanted to change the name of my child from Kwena to…" She trailed off. “Listen Evans, I didn’t mean to tell you this but you are the only person who makes me feel alive again.”

“I am sorry,” she said reaching over to her handkerchief. I reached out and hold her hand to mine. She stilled and I stared to her eyes. Her eyes were sparkling with tears, I could see a sad look in those beautiful eyes and I wanted to do something. I did something I never thought of doing, I put my arms around her and pull her closer. She was hurt inside and doing that it felt like was the only way to cease her pain. We sat there quietly for a moment holding hands with my arm around her.

It was 8.00 pm when I told her I had to go. “Don’t leave me alone Evans, spent the night here with me please,” she pleaded.

The idea of spending the night with her wasn’t good with me. By doing so we were likely to sleep on the same bed and that was the worst idea ever!

“We both have a lot of memories that pains a lot. The best way for me to dissolve them is by eating not drinking,” I joked. She laughed as her face lit up with surprise.

Upon finishing our meals, she was a little tipsy from the bottle of wine consumed when we were eating. I handed her my plate and she took it gladly placing to the corner where the other utensils were kept.

“It was truly wonderful to dine with you,” she said taking my hand. “I wish to have a guy like you Evans.”

“There are a lot of guys, even better than me. What you have to do is to let them in your life.”

“I don’t think if I am able to let them cousin!”

“Try to let them and Thank you for the wonderful meal Ezeta,” I said.

Ezeta started moving towards the door to close it. “There is a lot of insecurity in this place. Anything can happen when your door is not closed and you are welcomed love,” she said.

I frowned a little, it was obvious to her I have just caught up with the word ‘love’. I felt again her hand in mine as she turned away from the door as if there was something she wanted from me." I am going to sleep," she said.

“I will sleep later I have a movie in my laptop that I want to finish its final episode first before I come to sleep” I told her.

“Where am I going to sleep?”

“We are going to sleep together in my bed. It is big enough for two people,” she said.

I didn’t want to argue with her so I accepted. In my mind, I knew it was the worst idea she had come up with. What about if something happens accidentally? Maybe I was just being paranoid, I thought. I dismissed the idea of accidents and continued watching the movie.

Before she went to sleep, she walked towards me and gave me a kiss on the forehead to say goodnight. The moment she gave me a kiss, my bulge was almost visible. I was certain she hadn’t noticed it.

At 10.00pm, I was still watching when I decided to peep where Ezeta was sleeping. She looked absolutely stunning, lying on her back on the bed. Even curved by the bed sheet the tempting form of her curve were evident. One leg uncovered and her breast rose and felt with her breath. The sheet only hardly enclosed them though and each breath seemed to threaten to pull the white sheet away from her round mounds.

Through huge effort I managed to avoid looking beneath the sheet and instead I continued with the movie.

I tried very hard not to think any sex thoughts, but for some reason I couldn’t. My bulge was now visible and was making it hard for me to concentrate with my movie.

At 10.50pm I peeked again at Ezeta and what I saw made me hornier. I saw her brown arms in a sleeveless night gown. Her gown was really short, and when I looked her legs were now spread a part. I looked to her bed, I only saw one sheet and I immediately knew what it meant. We were to share the sheet.

Through that idea of sharing a sheet, my heart raced and I knew Ezeta wouldn’t be able to see my lusty open eyes as I looked upon her Aphroditic body. Still the idea I was going to share the bed and a sheet with her invitingly body made me realized I was really a pervert. According to our traditions, it was so wrong to think the way I was thinking about Ezeta. But my heart couldn’t stop pounding; it was pounding at a brisk space. I lusted for her.

That university is on thika road AND THEY ALL SHITTY



Kui yeno

itumbi ya …


Wapi Ile folder ya things that never happened?

Otherwise story iko sawa, but bila mbisha za paternal cousin ezeta…unajuwa tu…

Evans, wewe makwapa ya mbu, mbilikimo hii

Keti hapo na umalize hekaya ghassia


hehehe…okay…nitamalizia then kesho i will see


How do you know it never happened? You I cannot tell if it is fiction or true…though thanks

You have a fertile imagination kijana but not bad


…one of the rules in this kijiji…evidence is a must. And by the way…you are a gifted writer. I hope unaitumia msuri. Mtiririko wa mawazo swafi kabisa.

Honestly, ilikuwa my first story kuandika…i have hundreds…i will be posting daily…if nikiamka with a smile

Keep it up…but do not let the talent go to waste. Mimi huona mbali saidi…

Hii maneno tutaangalia after kuomoka