(My Rare Juja Escapades)
I swear I only want to make her enjoy sex again. I know she’s been starving. She’s beautiful yet unmarried, neglected and a mother of two kids. She’s young, 24 years old, though frustrated. The dude who poured his semen in her belly, is a traveler, work and shit, but me thinks the dude alimtoka tu hivyo, though he sends money for upkeep. Dude, hata kama unatumanga dooh ya upkeep, you’re still a deadbeat father.
Mimi na huyu dem, it’s like we are in the same predicament. For the girl I’m in love is unavailable, she’s busy, work and shit, so she told a man to wait. Really? A man got to do what needs done. But I see her, I’ve got my eyes on her like a predator eyeing a prey. Mwanamke kwa dera bila chupi, I’ll make her sing without a sound this one. She has long nails, those fancy manicured nails, which She insists, she does them because of boredom. Her kids, are being taken care of by her mom. She’s free, living alone, unmarried and most importantly, I’m the closest thing to a man in her life.
Many ignore the importance of it, sex I mean. A lot of peeps underestimate the power of sexual starvation, what it can do to a person, men and women alike. I have been there, felt it, and been recklessly out of control. Think of it as a starving vampire, locked in a cage and dipped beneath the ocean. That’s it. That’s sexual starvation. I can sense it from miles away when I see one. I’ve heard it in her voice during late night phone calls.
After months of getting close, She has agreed to come to Juja. Some sort of a house warming kind of affair. A weekend shift kind of affair. I recently moved in to a new bedsitter and I’m excited. This could be it. Lazima nilime shamba, lazima, nipande miti. Lazima ploti ijue nakuwanga na bibi hata mimi.
Before she arrives I eat good food, multivitamins and all that, groundnuts, fruits and all that. I stay dehydrated. Call it a mollis diet, but dude, it is what it is. I ain’t gonna lie. I get a couple of weed in the process. She doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink whiskey, but I do, and she doesn’t know it. But I won’t do all that when she arrives. Nitacheza chini.
Lakini I’ll only make some green-marijuana tea for myself, and drink till my highness comes. Plus she’s a good cook, I ain’t, and she knows it. She offered to teach me, this sweet little harmless boy. She offered to teach me, and I know the food she gonna serve me tonight, and I’ll eat it, sleep and wake up at 3 am, and eat it again till 420, and smoke my way to freedom. Dude, if you have a girl, from time to time give her some deep orgasms bana.
So she gets to Juja at 530 pm. I pick her up from the cooperative bank, and walk her to Juja arcade apartments. I’m tensed though you know, it’s been a while. Some of these things if you don’t keep doing them, you will forget them dude. It’s not like you expect the Brazilian Ronaldo to get back on Premier League. Dude, take it from me, some of these things if you ignore and neglect, they will never come back to you. Like if you don’t tell your woman that she’s beautiful daily, man you’re screwed.
Anyway, We’re seated in this bedsitter with a bed and just a couch, and a cooking gas and couple of cutleries. We begin conversing, keeping our social distance 1 meter apart on the couch. Keeping the convos mutual. As if she knows what brought her forth. She’s on a dera, my favorite. I try to see her panty, but the lights to my crib are dim. We play some music on. Make some green-marijuana tea, she’s getting herself comfortable, until she asks why I had to move from my other house.
I laugh at first, then tell her.
My other house was locked by the landlord, rent arrears and shit. But come-on, let’s not act as if COVID 19 didn’t affect your financial status, as it did mine. Anyways, my door was locked, been homeless for months and no one knows it, and just to be here I had to recollect my way back, start a fresh. Along the way I met some crazy peeps, and I finally spoke to God, and I knew he heard me and he is working on answering me, but ni venye hata credo udedi sometimes. I learnt some valuable lessons. At the end of it all, I think I have been deflowered into manhood. Forcefully.
She wonders why I never told her, but what would she have done? Paid my rent? Employed me? Wrote me a cheque? If my best childhood girlfriend did nothing but chewed me up, swallowed me up then shitted me as if I’m the shieett itself, worthless, useless and undeserving. What would she have done different?
“People are different, not all people are like that.” She says.
“Well, that was then, here we are. So thanks for coming.”
It’s almost 730pm. My friend Tito, the one we usually skunk with before buying groceries, barges in with a kishadda lit on his lips. On seeing the girl….. hebu chill kiasi……, the girl’s name is Shannon, she’s an alumni of Loreto Limuru Girls, went to Utalii college. So Tito, on seeing Shannon, tries to hide the blunt, but it’s already too late. I didn’t give him the heads-up, my fault.
“Niaje Mresh…” He says hi.
“Poa…” Shannon responds comfortably.
Tito hataki kuchoma picha heri shadda. So he gives me the bro signal. I get up, walking outside with him. The scent has already clouded the crib, and I don’t want to look at her face. As we leave she asks, where are we going. I tell her we’re coming back. She asks Tito for the blunt, and Tito gives me the, ‘bro are you good with it’ kind of look. I say it’s okay. She takes it, and inhales it coldly like death slithering on a serpent’s back. She’s a pro this one.
“Fuck! This is damn good!” She exclaims.
Tito finally regains ease, and exclaims.
“Hii ni mali safi tu kama wewe…”
Shannon shies away.
What the actual fuck!!?
The music plays on. She passes the blunt to me. I hesitate, but take it eventually. My heart sinks. I smoke, laughing, staring at her, she’s glowing. I pass it to Tito. He begins dancing. She stares, admires. Something about the way she looks at Tito makes me horny, and super jealous.
To deviate her thoughts, I ask her what she’d love to eat tonight. She says she’s a visitor, whatever I’ll pick will be good. Dude, I am a bachelor, but hardly that’s no excuse for my lack of interest in cooking. I just moved into a new house, and so far I only have 3 sufurias, 3 cups, 3 folks and spoons and a knife, which I only use for tea, and rice, just the simple things you know, nothing fancy. My daily diet consist of weed, chapati mtura, tea and bread, and sometimes eggs, on a good day I add whiskey.
My other girl, the one who told me to wait for her, would be mad, to find out that I’m wasting Myself. I’ve been growing thin off late. But who gives an F? Whoever ain’t in your life shouldn’t have a cent about you.
There and then, my song hits.
“Pombe sigara, naweza wacha bila kung’ang’ana… Lakini hawa wasichana….. Venye na wapenda.”
I get to the dance floor.
Everyone who knows me, knows that this is my song. Ask any of my Goons, and they’ll tell you that I never dance, but when it comes to this song, it hits differently. I take her hands and force her for a dance. I spin her around, then hold her from behind, and there, my prick shoots for the sky, as I feel the lining of her panty lining my prick. She feels it too. She sense it. It’s breathing.
I give Tito a signal to leave.
She laughs shyly. And when Tito begins to leave, she pulls him close to join us.
“Kwani huyu dem anataka threesome ama niaje…” I wonder to myself.
Tito declines, which is good of him. Actually in that moment I make a subconscious decision that lazima nitachoma Tito na blunts kadhaa, na nimbuyie dhufu pale kwa base ya nyamachoma na mtura.
“Mimi naenda hivi rooftop” Tito says.
“Ngoja tuendanishe hivyo” Shannon says, as she breaks free from me.
I watch her as she struggles to put on my blue crocks, and shuts the door on her way out. Then leaves with Tito, heading to the rooftop.
Dude, to be real honest with you. While watching Natgeo wild, I have never known how it feels for a predator to lose its prey, especially losing it to a scavenger. Machos tu!!!
But here I was, the song jogging to a close, and the laughter of a woman I desired, walking away with another man.
As Written by Phill Ibsen, The Master of Descriptions.
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