I met a woman who is an 8 on face, and 9 on body…that is A BLOODY F@K!N STUNNER by my standards. The club is deserted, but soon fills up to capacity. She is seated alone when I show up, buying her own beer. She refuses all my drinks. I usually get seriously curious about women who pull this stunt.

So I steal in a few lines and she eventually finds herself laughing her heart out like a little girl. And the beauty on that woman’s face is to die for, lakini to see her face when she is happy? No words. Kweli. But I succeeded in buying her water.

In a short time, two revellers show up…a solid looking guy and his girlfriend…they hug her like they have not seen each other for years. This guy turns all his attention from his girlfriend towards this woman. For some time there I start feeling rather overshadowed. So I transfer my attention to his girlfriend. She is a great conversationalist. We hit it off like we have known each other for a life time. When she starts laughing too loudly, the man turns his attention back towards her. Good. Aich. Clubbing hehehehe…it has taught me a lot about (hu)man nature.

But now this woman is accepting beer from this man and has refused to allow me to buy her even a glass of wine! I feel offended, but I hide it. A few moments later, her girlfriend pulls her man away to the dance floor. So we are left alone again to chat.

So when we got to talking her drunk self opened up and she confided to me she had a husband who left her because “alitosheka na kuma.” She also told me that she was young and “innocent” (meaning naive) na “alikuwa anaji-force kwake, bwana hakuwa anampenda…Ati huyo jamaa alimchukulia: “Yeye tu ni kafala ambako alikatoa nyumbani, hakajui jiji, hakana pesa, kanamtegemea kabisa kwa kila kitu, hakana namna hata hakajui kuuza kuma kakapata pesa…” The way she said it, it was obvious from the tone that this guy really mistreated her. I don’t know how a man can treat a woman like this one so bad. Sijui…

So I started trying to convince her to go out with me tonight. Nada. I even offered her money upfront hehehehe…Those daggers! Ngai!

But I eventually convinced her to go out with me…or rather, I convinced her friend to convince her to go out with me.  She did not agree outright but one hour later, I found myself with her in the car discussing favourite condom brands. She prefers one of the local brands, ati ni nzuri kwa sababu ina mafuta. (sio Trust daddy…najua unachekacheka tu hapo…). I always use imported condom brands lakini tonight it appears nimepatikana.

On the way to the hotel, she is a bit quiet then suddenly she breaks the silence and asks me what tribe I am. I tell her Kao.

“NOOOOOO!”

She says the “NOOOOOO!” in a way that makes it sound as if being a Kao is a crime punishable by death. I repeat to her that I am a pure Kao, but she puts it to me categorically that I should investigate my ancestry keenly. She asks me why I talk like a coastarian, I tell her that I have spend a good chunk of my childhood there, and that I still have many connections there. OK.

In the room.

Women look more beautiful in nice clothes. But this one looks more beautiful naked.

We try to make out a bit. I remember her kneeling on the bed wearing her red panties staring at me. I ask her if she has any children and she says does not BUT she wants to have a kid badly. If a woman is half naked and tells you that, please put your sperms under double lock and key immediately. Am not kidding you. Am not kidding you.

She plays with the dingling a bit, and obviously gets a bit scared as it rises. She immediately complains that it is too big. I am average size (I think). It is obvious she just wants me to stick it in, cum and be done with. But I usually don’t just cum like this like this (hivi hivi), especially if a lady is not seemingly excited about what she is doing. She seems to expect me to go in, rock once or twice and convulse. Pole.

So I take my good time in there…and at some point she says something like, “I am a human being!”

“Sasa kwa nini wasema hivyo?”

“Si unanilalia. I can’t breath. Support your weight.” OK.

So I support my weight kabisa, and just when she appears to be starting to enjoy it, she pushes me out to look and see if the cd is intact. She does this a few more times and keeps wetting her pussy with saliva each time. I get pissed off and tell her peupe:

“If you don’t relax, I will fuck you till sunrise, and I still will not have cum.”

This kind of works and we hit it off for a good ten minutes or so straight and I get a screamer. She laughs at my screams. I start laughing too, and she immediately shuts up and asks me why I am laughing. Awkward.

So she rushes to the bathroom and splashes water into her pussy…labda ilikuwa imewaka moto kama ile ya michelle wa muturi. I actually made a comment to that effect after she was back from the bathroom as she was wiping the water from her pussy with her hanky and she goes like; “Hata wewe unajua story hizo???”

She gets into bed and for the first time in the whole evening, she hugs me. She lies on me, puts her arms around me and hugs me tight and exhales heavily. Sweet. I hold her as she lies on top of me for some time. She seems to want to drift to sleep then suddenly stirs up.

She tells me she wants to wake up at 630am to go home and get ready to go to church. So I reach over and give her the phone to set the alarm. She ?sets the alarm.

Then she drifts into sleep.

Never heard the alarm

So her phone rings at 730am. I wake up, pick it and read the caller. It reads “Teacher.” OK. I hold it towards her, only to realize she is dead asleep; comatose. I try to wake her up. Nothing. The phone eventually stops ringing. I start rubbing her body and she slaps my hand away and turns to face towards the wall. I rub her back gently but she shrugs me off and mutters some gibberish. I start talking to her:

“Baby, you just missed a call…it is 730!”

She grunts and eventually opens her eyes. When she comes to, I can tell she is shocked to find herself in this place with me. She orientates and eventually breaks into a smile. She asks for the phone and calls back. It turns out “teacher” is her girlfriend from the club the previous night. She is probably asking how the night went. She says, “Nitakwambia tukionana leo, lakini tuko sawa…” Hangs up.

“Haki niko na makojoo…” gathers her fantastic body up and hobbles into the bathroom. Comes back and commands me to put on a condom. Same concerned stare at my dick. She refuses to sit on it. I go up and start. Some minutes later, she starts piping up her broken condom concerns again. Fuck.

I tell her to ride it, if she wants me to come…

She refuses but I kind of lift her up and kind of muscle her into position. She complies and soon I am watching the nicest pair of matakoz flying in front of me as she bends over and starts rocking up and down. Mmmmmm…the sight of her pussy hugging the shaft as it goes in/out: doka/bodea hehehehehe…….haiyaiyai…tamu.

Anachoka. She begs me to go back up, topples over and lies back with her head dangling over the the foot of the bed. I pull her a foot or two back into bed and go missionary on her. I pump her so hard she hooks her feet round the back of my knees and bites her lower lip. I cum. She takes a quick glance at the condom as I pull out and dashes out for the pussy sprinkling ritual…

She comes back again panting and then disappears back into the bathroom for a shower.

We talk a bit after this, and I realise that the previous night, this woman was more drunk than I had suspected. Her speech sounds a bit more reserved. She dresses fast. I give her some money. She asks for my number, wants to know where I live and shit. I give her non committal answers, she gets the drift and ceases and desists. But I give her my number though, she crams it on the first attempt, transfers it to her phone and calls me immediately. Now I have the number of another beautiful woman hehehehe…

She leaves shortly after.

I have to spend the whole day alone in the hotel lounge working but I may decide to call her later for a reunion.

OUT.

The other thing is that you are a man and as a man you need to keep put and need to work it out, can’t let your wife know that you no longer love her you don’t want to be in the marriage, you seriously need a plan, but you don’t have one. You know you don’t make her happy and she even thinks she does not make you happy and you both know this marriage is not just right things are not right and it pains you so hard that you can’t face the truth and do something about it.

Since you were a child you always knew your way around things you were sharp and had a very strong 6^th sense, and an intuition that made you see and do things differently. You were a different child your mum thought you are just naughty and disobedient lakini you were just unique and loved your way, your freedom and independence. The sad thing is that your mum didn’t understand you and she could beat you so that ukae line and be like the others, and even when you excelled she thought it was not your effort. You have so much talent and you are so bright but it has not worked for you, you have been struggling and not making money, the money you make is for paying debts, your age mates have passed you and even pple younger than you are ahead, you are really sinking and you are unable to cry out for help.

At times you blame others, your mum & siblings, but you really miss your dad, he was your best friend and you shared a lot with him, unfortunately death robbed him from you at a tender age and the loss is still with you many years down the line. If he were alive may be your life would be different that is what you tell yourself sometimes. It’s hurting you and others that you are not what you should be, you have let yourself down and other. You are sinking so fast can someone help me please? You ask yourself but no one seems to hear you don’t even want anyone to hear coz how! am  a man am supposed to fix things.

It’s to you Mr. Man you are sinking and you need help but you are afraid to ask for it or don’t know who to turn to. Mr. Man is in a marriage he is not happy, he is a Christian and he does not cheat on his wife lakini he is not happy. He wonders what I will do. He is carrying a big burden of many things that happened in the past and they are making him not move an inch and he is desperate to move on.

Am sure you are wondering who this guy is … he is someone who I can see sinking and its reminding me that many other Kenyan men are in the same boat. Mr. Man could be even be doing so well financially but is so unhappy; it could be you who is reading this article. The one I know he is not doing well financially and it bothers him so much, how can we help such men, our can we step in and hold them up so that they can get in touch with the real boy who was so full of life the one he loves to remember.

These men are with us and they have so much pain from their past, they had no father he was absent and if present didn’t care much about his sons. They were brought up by their mum and no one taught them what is to be a man and they are struggling trying so hard to fix things up. There is no one out there talking to them and encouraging them, they are made to believe they know it all and don’t need help.

My dear guys … it’s time to say I need help and I need it fast. You could be hurting your wife by just sleeping around or you just like playing around with girls you think it’s fun and its being a man, you tell yourself “a man has to have another woman”. It’s a lie from the devil am sure you don’t like it. May be you experienced and played with homosexuality and you are now so hooked and married and you don’t know how to get out, for sure you know it’s a bad habit and you even hate it so much but you are hooked, you look at your wife and hate yourself. May be you are HIV + and she has no clue and you are still going to the ‘red street’, you want to stop and start a fresh lakini you have no clue how.

You could be stuck and sinking coz you are afraid of starting a new career and you hate to think that what you are doing to earn a living is not really making anything you are just there lakini hakuna kitu hakuna. Your wife is the one who is providing everything in the house and even giving you money to go have a drink with friends, or money for the cigar. If not she buys a car and you use it with your clade’ for a holiday to Mombasa and feel nothing about it, in fact you will get money from her (ati ya biashara or some crap) to go spend with her. She suspects that are cheating and she confronts you, instead of even being apologetic or just be nice, you abuse her and make her feel like a rag. Honestly, my dear men let’s do something, let’s make a change and a real change.

It’s sad when you are being provided for by your woman, just because you have refused to work or you are stuck in a biashara you know is not making anything. Your children have never seen you buy for them anything, if you buy it’s your wife who has given you the money to buy (kutengeneza jina). Mr. Man stop for a moment and look at your life and check where you need to something, it’s ok to start small it’s ok to shout for help and it’s ok to serve and to go look for a job or an alternative business that will bring some income home. Being a man is when you know you need to do something and you take action.

Mr. Man I don’t have answers but I just want to make you aware of what is happening, there is so much I have not even written and is happening, you know it and you could be going through it. It’s time for you to ask yourself some questions that only you can answer and do some amends.

May be Mr. Man 1 is doing well and everything is good in your life … please help the ones that are sinking and help them to rise up and be genuine and let them be accountable, if you need to just give a hug to a young man you think is on the wrong road please hurry and hug him before he sinks, if you know your father is a good man who can help others pliz encourage him to take up the role and start encouraging our men.

We sit down and she asks me a question. It is “personal and private” alright. We chat for some time and the discussion slips again to the “no go zone”. I switch into nock mode. In a few minutes she picks a note book from the desk and starts fanning herself, a hand disappears into her blouse and she lifts it off her chest from inside…almost as if the heat she is generating might burn it. Hehehehe

Then the same colleague knocks on the door.

She pulls her hand out of the blouse and sits up. My colleague comes in with a large envelope of investigations that he had missed. The girl sits by as we discuss the papers. By the time we finish discussing them, the young lady has stopped perspiring.

Once my colleague is out of the door, I conclude our small meeting and show the young woman out. Hehehe…Haki nini mbaya na mimi? Hii mambo si ningekuwa nimemalizia college? Why am I always being tempted to kill these tiny pussies? Ama ni ugonjwa? Am afraid the final episode of this series is going to be lamentable. Lakini, if she is willing; fair game!

Pray for me, sitaki kuchafua mtoto.