STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTERS

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If you were raised in the village, and you have
never stolen a girl from her parents’ homestead at
night, you don’t understand what it means to
have balls. Having balls does not only mean Eric
Omondi swimming naked on live camera, but
also crossing a river full of crocodiles to pick a
girl from the other side of the river or throwing
stones at her parents house to alert her of your
presence.
You don’t understand what madness is if you
have never walked with bones from your home,
take them to the dog at the girl’s place to buy his
silence. Whistling at night is a taboo in most
villages, and it is a thing only associated with
night runners, you don’t understand what is
risking your life when a boy whistles at while at
the fence of the girl’s home, just to let her know
that she should be getting out now.
In the village of Sikinga, Busia County, there was a
fierce Chief Called Munialo. Munialo was blessed
with five beautiful daughters . Legendary stories
say that his first four daughters were all married
while still virgins. Naliaka was the last of his
daughters, the most loved of all. No boy in my
village ever came close to them. A story is told of
a courageous boy who was caught standing by
the roadside talking to one of Munialo’s
daughters. The boy was bitten like a sane Kenyan
would if he was caught wearing a red Jubillee t-
shirt at Kondole footbridge singing ‘Uhuruto, tano
tena.’
Since that day, no boy ever went close to his
daughters, until the day I set my eyes on Naliaka.
I met Naliaka on her way back home on the same
day I discovered that apart from passing out
urine, my penis could also pass out a thicker
fluid, but only when it was hard. Despite her
young age, Naliaka possessed a full blown body
of a grown up lady. My advances on her were as
expected met with utmost resistance at first, but
as time went by, her responses metamorphosed
from ‘Sikutaki kabisa,’ to ‘acha nifikirie,’ and
finally to ‘Dad atanichapa akitupata.’ It was during
‘Dad atanichapa’ that I realized I could become
the first and only guy in the village to fornicate
with Munialo’s daughters. It was at that moment
that I realized that I could reap where I didn’t sow.
It was an achievement that would earn me
admiration and respect among my peers and I
was determined to realize it. After several months
of ‘pull me I pull you’ Naliaka finally accepted to
sleep with me. ‘Ukuje unichukue usiku home,
nalalanga na cousin yangu mdogo kwa Isimba,
but uchunge tuko na doggy kali,’ Naliaka
promised me on that day. Manualo did not have
to write on his gate, UMBWA KALI to scare away
boys. The dog’s prowess was well known.
I spend that evening thinking about how I would
access her, I was nervous and scared at the same
time. One mistake and the dog would tear me
apart. How could I go past the dog was the
question. As if reading my worries, My mother
prepared ugali and meat for supper on that day,
what else can bribe a dog more than meat bones?
‘And what if I add two tablets of Piriton’ I thought.
The dog would sleep for the rest of the night.
My plan worked on that night, I managed to
withdraw Naliaka from her home, took her to my
isimba for fornication. After tasting my dick,
Naliaka got addicted, she wanted it almost every
day. When a good girl, gets addicted, what gonna
you do? Run to her home every day.
It was fun and fuck every day until one day, one
day, things went haywire. I had made it a habit of
passing by Naliaka’s compound while whistling,
the whistle was what I called killing two birds with
one stone, the dog would come running for it’s
share of bride, while Naliaka would be alerted of
my presence. On this reaching at the other end of
the compound, I would turn back to find Naliaka
standing by her gate, covered her whole body
with cloths like a Somali. ‘We unataka nisijifunike
uso, alafu nikimeet mtu kwa njia aambie dad ati
huwa nasneak usiku kwa boma?’ she replied when
I sought to know why she covered her face like a
girl on Koinange street who has spotted a TV
camera.
On this material day, everything was unusual. The
whistle didn’t work on the dog, maybe he was
sick, maybe today they ate chicken at their home
and he was not just interested in my meat bones.
At the end of the compound,when I looked back, I
saw Naliaka erected at the gate. On that day, I was
so excited, I walked on her and grabbed her
hand, but everything was still right. Something
was strange. Naliaka’s hands were hairier than
normal…. ‘Maybe it is because of the cold
season,’ I convinced myself.
I grabbed her ass, it was not the normal fat ass.
This was thiner than Eric Omondi’s. Then I
decided to caress her boobs, my normal ritual
whenever we met at her. What I touched, shocked
the hell out of my head. Two ripe avocados were
erected inside Munualo’s shirt and held firm with
a bra, I don’t know whose it was. He grabbed my
hand with a firm grip. Efforts to set myself free
were futile.
A heavy slap landed on my dry fact, triggering
tears to jump out of my ears. The chilly slap was
closely followed by a heavy whip on my back,
Nyaunyo! One by one, they landed on my back till
I was numb and passed out. The following mid
morning, I woke up tied up on one of his trees,
with a mammoth of people converged around me
like I was some alien. Just above my head,
Munialo had nailed a poster that said, ‘STAY
AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTERS!’

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I didn’t know ears produce tears. Thanks

Yani you spanked baba yake :D:D

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I didn’t know ears produce tears. Thanks

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He grabbed Munialo’s ass.:D:D

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@Deorro hizo emoji zikwom