Hekaya time
A few years ago, I was driving through Nairobi when due to some miscalculations pale Sultan Hamud, I got stuck in that nightmare Uhuru highway traffic jam before the expressway was built. By 8.30pm or so, I was stuck somewhere around capital centre and my journey was to end at Nakuru before midnight.
Since this was not looking possible, I decided to check in on my homeboy pale Parklands near Kenya School of Law.. hopefully bribe him with some drinks at a local and then continue my journey or worst case scenario, crash at his place.
After visibly growing older in that shitty traffic, I made it to the old turning at museum hill TWO HOURS later, and headed to his flat which thankfully was less than 10 mins from the main highway.
I reach the guyâs house and I find heâs beefed with his then girlfriend, so hiyo usiku ako solo.. by which I mean his girlfriend had left in a huff, and heâd invited some hoodrats for some PS4 shit or something. Swafee.. now I know I wonât even crack 1k to get a good nightâs sleep.
After the niceties were over, (and a few blunts to help everyone think), I pull the guy aside and tell him Iâll buy him a few rounds if he lets me crash the night.
âWhat about these hoodrats?â - he asks
âIDGAF mate, I just need some sleep. And 4 beers is my only offerâ - I reply
âAite, bro.. lemme organize.â
So we kick out those ugly ass bitches and head out for the promised drinks.
Now those who are familiar with parklands, you know that the place has a bar every 300m.. he picked some rubbish one and he orders âmbili mbiliâ kama kawa na smokies za rwabe.
We slowly imbibe our drinks, while watching some bullshit ligue 1 game with unpronounceable names.
Around midnight, the lanyez start coming through as is normal with this place. For the uninitiated, never pick up a prostitute before midnight. Those are the ones who will steal your shit or stab your ass if you donât pay, since they reeeally need the money.
Anyways, back to hekaya.. a couple of fatties join our table when weâre on our third bottles.
âNot interestedâ - I growl at one of them before sheâs even sat down properly. Remember Iâm bribing this fucker for room and board, lanyez wasnât even in the top 10 things on my mind.
âKuma ma-â and the other expletives are returned in the usual fashion..
âYeah, yeah, get outta here you fat fuck.. and eat a fucking carrot every once in a while umbwer tagataga ya manispaaaâ - @Jack_Black level sweeps making it into the real world.
My homie is dead on the floor laughing at this point, hadi the near tables are giggling coz damn, those hoes were outmatched. A rare feat in Nairobi. Fearing more drama, the bouncer (letâs call him onyi, because obviously thatâs his name) suggests the hoes leave and sit somewhere else.
âToa whale oil hapa.. kanono kajinga hii!â I manage to sneak in a last one as they leave.
Homie comes back up and he orders the final round.. by now itâs past 1AM, and Iâm feeling sleepy.
âBro, maliza tuishie, mi staki kukaa sana nimalize za gedeâ
âSawaâ - the drunk fucker says. âTuishie.â
The minute those famous last words can out of his fat mouth, three of the flyest bitches youâve ever seen in your sad lives check in and Onyi points them to the table with the previous fatties, which has stayed unoccupied since the fat trio were relocated to some invisible table near the washrooms (toilets are found only in cheap clubs).
Let me tell you maina, those bitches walked in like the opening scene of Ruby, whoever remembers that soap opera. Personally I donât think Iâve seen more beautiful lanyez ever since that day.. but eh, hoes are hoes.
âCheki manenoâ - My homie says.
âUmbwa hii.. hebu tuishie.â - I say.
âZiii.. I know this bitch. Acha nimgoteeâ - Judas says
And then the fucker actually calls them over. They oblige for some reason and walk over to him first.. and then one of them offers me a hand in that featherlight handshake Nairobi girls do.
They sit down, and immediately, the waiter brings over 4 more drinks. I swear at Judas Brutus IV kindanindani for making me dig into my fuel money, but postpone my anger for after I get out of this shit.
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Two hours later, all 5 of us are at his house. Out of nowhere, the guy produces the strongest weed ever from sijui where. We start smoking up, one thing leads to another, and by 5AM, weâre in separate rooms.
Obviously heâs taken the matako kubwa as youâd expect of primitives, leaving me with the 2 slimfits. Both are high as fuck and naked by now.. (thereâs a short hekaya as to how that happened, but thatâs for another day)
âDo you have rubber?â - Pengting A asks
âOf course I doâ (I always keep some in the car, because Iâm an adult)
âItâs OK, I have some in my purseâ - Pengting B says. Great, now I donât have to run downstairs with an erection.
Man, she produces those red ugly government issue condoms.. (shiiiiii-, wtf is this??)
I can see Pengting A is also concerned at the cheap ass contraceptives.
âHizo zitaburstâ she says.
âNo they wonâtâ Ms. Cheapass retorts.
Fearing this might get out of hand before I even get my dick wet, I grab one and put it on. Shii, Iâm not risking blue balls after wasting half my gede cash on randoms.
I grab the cheap ass first, as youâd expect.. she gets to try her own smelly ass condoms first. We go at it for about 10 mins while the other one is rolling up, but the lack of grip is really ruining it for me.. and the smell, jeez what the fuck do they coat those things in? Like shit man.. that stuff stinks.
I withdraw without nutting, hoping to recover somehow with this other one who is clearly not used to rolling joints in less than 4 hours.. she obliges no problem, as she smokes a long draw, then passes it over to her friend and starts making those fake moans. Eh, canât complain, at least Iâve been in two different pussies tonight.
âHaiya, kwani unanikula raw??!!â - the sound cuts through the night like a rock through glass.
âHuh??â - obviously I donât care at this point.
âCD imeburst!!â - exactly the words you donât want to hear from a pretty prostitute.
With the mightiest of effort I manage to withdraw my dick from her garden of eden and sure enough, thereâs no rubber.
âWhat the fâ!!!â - I say
SLAP! - her hand replies.
âShit.. what the actual fuck???â - All the ethanol vanished from my bloodstream when I saw my gleaming mjuols without any protection.
Ms. Cheapass is calmly watching the scene.. then almost lazily says, âlabda imeburst ukweliâ
Iâm like, this stupid bitch had better not given me some lip after I just got slapped by someone whoâs probably given me a disease with initials. I was ready to jump out the fucking window just then wadau..
âEbu chuchuma niangalieâ she says..
âEbu gimme that fucking jointâ I say. All those SCAD messages from high school flash through my mind.
'Fwwwrrrtttt, fwrrrrrrt.. â
âWhat the fuck is thatâ I ask.. head full of weed and existential dread.
âFwwwwrrrtttttttt⌠ffttttt.. ftttâŚâ
The other chick starts laughing at the sound, which I then work out is a queef. The sound a vagina makes when air is expelled from it. She was basically giving birth to a condom.. something you donât see every day in life.
âFwwwwrrtttt.. imetoka???!â
After a couple more minutes of the worldâs worst airhorn, the chick births the mangled remains of those POS condoms.
âFuck.â - I say.
Do not use cheap condoms unless you want to hear the worldâs worst, and smelliest freno.
Signed,
Jack Black.