09/04/2023
It was First term midterm break. I had already counted my safe days on the calendar I was given by County Medical clinic. As an enlightened Kenyan, I had circled the three day period of safety, shaved the mons p***s ready to surprise my boyfriend. But sometimes I had mood swings boardering on extrwames of giving in to his demands or declining. The former gave in. My lover was a young 25 year old, happy go lucky working in one of the corporate offices. I took the razor I had just shaved myself with, washed it and placed it on its safe. I took a shower, wore my blue turquoise top, adjusted my tight fitting black miniskirt,then stepped out.
I looked like a real goddess. Like a reincarnation of Monica Lewinsky when Bill Clinton couldn't resist her amorous looks. I then took a bus to his small house in the suburbs of Machakos near Peter Mulei supermarkets. I saw a figure move in a huff in his house through the window sill. It was him. My boyfriend! My love! I knew with certainty that defied the odds that today things must happen. The earth had tilted on its axis. His sugarcane must at whatever cost taste the juicy morsel of my honey. I knocked repeatedly and heard footsteps. When Jackson Mutua opened ,I saw love in his eyes. Eyes that were inviting me to swim into. I saw his chest admirable from the palbable darkness that was being chased by the security light he lit. My whole chest have in.We hugged and kissed as he held me tightly close. The town glowed each time my knight n shining armor descended upon my anticipating lips. Those were the greetings whenever I visited him.
Ever since JM as I fondly called him settled his eyes on me, I knew that he was the man. We had dated for six months and at no time had he shown his back on me.
That night, I went straight to the kitchen, prepared supper, a sumptuous ugali and some goat meat. We ate to our fill, then went to sleep. The squeaky bed that it was later was me under toug
