Cold one

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                 I wasn't sure of how I was going to put this, but here goes. To be honest, I wasn't a big fan of cold showers, but there's a certain encounter that I experienced, changed my perception of it completely. I had almost forgotten about it, till a few weeks past, when someone's daughter mentioned something that made the memories come rushing like soldiers rushing out to battle.  I had been chilling with someone's daughter some weekend, doing some activities here and there, if you know you know, if you don't, forget about it. Hehe. Moments later, as I was scrolling through my phone, I heard her padding softly across the tiled floor — barefoot, towel wrapped carelessly around her, and she had this hint of mischief on her eyes. “Unajua,”  she said, voice mellow,  “showers feel better when shared.” I faced her slowly, not startled — just absorbing the weight of her invitation. She wasn’t smiling. That made it feel less ...
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Visanga vya Ambrose part 2

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To avoid attracting unnecessary attention, Chairman asked his house girl to accompany him to the car. The HR lady loudly reminded him that the medical cover did not include abortion. 

Chairman replied, 


“you are childless, 

because your womb is a morgue, 

but,

I can donate some kids”


Tears flooded the HR's eyes as she walked away. Chairman disappeared with his young distressed wife. They went to see a doctor at Marie Stopes to establish the cause if missing periods. 

Afterwards, she was shuttled to Busia to wait for matters to calm down. Now he went home to face Nduta and several prayer warriors who had come cleanse the matrimonial home. 

They welcomed him with a round of prayer against evil spirits of admiring anything that walks in a skirt. The final demand startled him completely. Hands akimbo she demanded a gift, something that moves zero to 100 very fast.

Nduta was tired of walking. Her weight made breathing a real struggle. Chairman had a solution, which would put everything to perspective. 

He wanted the women to know he was a fixer who got things done. He bought the gift and had it delivered when the other women were around.

Excited Nduta and her cabal received the box, unwrapped it but to their surprise, what they found was totally unexpected. Several hours later, chairman came home  whistling confidently. 

Nduta and her two sisters whom she had invited, warmly welcomed him, but the water was too warm. He screamed in agony. His scalded groin was painful, but additional blows an sticks made the pain numbing. 





 Nduta shouted,


 “ unanunulia nani scale,

 ya kujipima?”


Chairman in excruciating pain said, 


“ulisema, 

unataka kitu inaenda 

0-100 very fast ukikanyaga?”


Two more blows took him out. He woke up to a familiar voice. She softly asked, 


“Which one of your many wives, 

did this inhumane act 

to you?”

It was the HR Lady, visiting one of her staff, as her job demanded. Staff welfare was her key performance index or KPI in short.

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