On this material day, I was enjoying my morning sleep that morning in my bedsitter after having duped my babe naenda ushago family gathering (avoiding to take her out)
😅
Suddenly I heard annoying sound of my phone ringtone,
I was like ”huyo ni nani ama jemo” (mse flani upenda kuniomba keja, mostly on weekends, si unajua how campus life ukuwa mostly ukiwa na keja na your friends ukaa school hostel)
You know what I mean 😅😅
It was chilly that morning so singetoka kwa blanketi. I just stared it until it stopped ringing.
After the call ended, a notification sound followed. This is when I thought of checking my phone, maybe ni surprise gift ya M-pesa which I expected from my friends coz it was on my birthday 🎂
Nikamove karibu na socket place my phone was charging, nikastrech mkono design ya Thor akichukua nyundo yake nikapick my Tecno C11.😁
It was a new message from New number 😋
The message read,….
“Hey Don, am Aggy a new girl in your hood, I have been following your memes pale twira, fb and IG, you always make my day Don, 😋
am crushing on you 💦🙈👅”

“If you don’t mind we can link up” 😉
Her text ended.
Wueeeh 😊 boychaod kuona ivo nikaanza kusweat, nikaskia kafeeling kakitoka medulla oblogata through vena cava, loop of henle hadi kwa mitochodria😊😋 I wanted to ask her where, how when she got my number but vile dryspell ilikuwa imenikalia ngumu after bae kuninyima kibuyu ya asali kwa miezi kadhaa, nikona nitachoma bet. Original Gang gang call it call it GG.
I replied “Yes no problem, can we meet in town pale Jeevanjee garden ama unaeza kam in my place” She took her time to reply the text, i even wanted to add another text or call her but i remembered patience pays.

I opened my Whatsapp to see if she has replied on that side, surprisingly, i found 6 unread messages from new that called me previously, it was Aggy.
😊
Her reply was,
“Naeza penda sana kukam kwako but staki nichomwe na maji moto, Kwanza wewe ukai kukosa dem 😉💦🙈👅” She also added some other three photos of her in swimming pool. To be sincere the lady was looking good, the was the lady you can’t avoid, she was the kind of the lady who can tell you, “Go pick your father’s Tittle Deed” and node your head in agreement.

Then boychild acha niwaambie kitu igne vile utawahi ona galdem anareply ivo plus izo emojis, hio inakuaga sure bet, gamblers call it over 2.5😄
Sasa ju I had told my Bae naenda family gathering home, akuna vile angekuja kwangu, so nikasema acha nikubali hio offer, enyewe hata kama ni wewe akuna vile ungeondokea hio kitu.
😅
Like a horny man I replied, “Just come Aggy, in fact tulibreak na bae last month😭. Those are the kind of lies most dudes lie to new catch in favor for them.
Sasa kucheki keja inakaa dorm, manguo chafu,sikuwa nimeosha sufuria za ugali za previous day, then akina jemo walikuwa wanachania jaba apo, si nikaamua kuchapa cleaning kiasi then niendee woofer kwa jemo my neighbor. 😊
Si Aggy naye nikamshow ashuke apo kwa Latema sacco apick mat za uthiru then akifika stage aulize mse wa nduthi amlete Harmony Apartment. Sasa ju ilikuwa matime ya morning nikajua,Aggy akikam nitampikia mayai,nibuy sousage pale nje plus nilikuwa na milo, nikajua story ya breko iko sorted.
Kwanza nikacall boys wangu nikawashow wasikam kwangu before niwaite coz wao ukuwa na ufala.
After cleaning nikajichapa spray igne apo inaitwa one million bae alikuwa amesahau uko then nikatokea kwa gate nimchil coz alikuwa amenitext like 5 minutes ago akisema ako past Kabete Technical😋
Sasa kiasi kiasi apo nikibonga na wanyonyi our gate man,nikaona text igne ya Aggy ikisema,

“Please don’t bother yourself so much it’s your bae, that’s my new number,,,,, so like Don you can cheat on me eeh…… It’s over between me and you”
As we talk now, this is 38th day since we broke up 😭.
So I was asking kama unajua daktari wa kienyeji mwenye anaeza nisaidia, am tired of washing clothes utensils na kumob nyumba 😭

Episode 1

St. Joseph’s Boys kitale and St. Joseph’s girls kitale are two schools separated by just a fence. Dryspell was not a common phenomenon among boys and girls of Sainty because guys used to sneak into each other’s school at night for sex.
From form 1-3, I had not entertained the idea of sneaking into girls’ section despite vehement pressure from my friends. If caught, it was a direct expulsion without even facing the board . My form one bedmate, (a form four) was expelled from school just a week before he could register for his KCSE exams over the issue of sneaking into the girls’ school at night.
I was scared, until 2010, in form four second term. It was during zonal music festivals, (which of course I sneaked to attend because form fours were not allowed to participate in school activities.), that I met this luscious girl that got me into this sneaking thing .
Doreen was famous among boys of my school. Her flawless beauty and her sweet voice (she used to sing in church, which we shared with girls) made her famous in school. Dating her and exchanging latter’s with her only made me one of the alpha boys of the school. The pride that came with it, was incomparable.
Exchanging letters was very easy in our schools because of the fact that we shared church everyday, and being one of the church officials in her school, she was allowed to mingle with church officials from the boys section.
After two weeks, we met during the Tranz- Nzoia District music competition where I brought up the issue of fucking. I remember we tried to fuck inside her school bus but the driver walked on us just before she could pull her pants down. I walked away a dejected boy, angry as fuck .
‘Maybe you should just sneak into our school at night one day. I just can’t wait till closing to have you!’ She told me before running back into her school bus in the evening of that day. She was very daring, but I was very scared. What if I get caught ? Expulsion ! Can you imagine being expelled from school in the second term of your form four? That would be disastrous.
For two days, I completely shoved the idea from my head. I expelled the idea from my head. Then I received a letter from her ‘………Collins, all my cubemates have been send home for school fees. Si ukuje visiting at night kesho at around 11:30. Ukiingia boarding section, hapo kwa fench, utapata nimekuekea uniform ya madem na jampa na kikoi ujifunge kwa kichwa ….make sure no one sees you.’
She went on to give me the name of her dormitory and the number of her cubicle . when a man smells pssy, he stops thinking using his brain. He starts using his dck. I don’t think if I scored anything on that day in class.

Episode 2

THE following day, I barely paid attention to anything. I was in a dilemma, deciding between s*x from the most beautiful girl and the prospect of earning an expulsion in case I got caught, nothing is confusing. Like I said once, there is no daring man like a man walking with an erection.
It was at exactly 11:20 PM, the school night was very serene, most students were asleep, apart from bookworms who were still hovering around the school compound . I surveyed the opening on the fence that guys used to access girl-section , it had not yet been discovered by the administration.
I went through the fence, walked through a garden that separated the schools boarding sections. The garden led to a teachers’ quarter that was shared between teachers from both sides. I tiptoed through the garden and teachers’ houses till I got to the girls’ fence .
I was panting like a dog fresh from an ejaculation, but the sight of a few girls roaming the school was breathing. I got an instant hard-on when I spotted a girl on a bra and pant walking from one dorm to another. Blame it on a seven month dryspell … I had not seen so much feminine flesh in one body since our Principal send some TP from KU back home from the assembly because she was dressed provocatively and in a way that would tempt boychild ….All our female teacher used to dress like worshipers in a Prophet Awour church.
Patience was very key in such moments, carelessness would amount to death. It was like digging a tunnel into a bank, patience was key. Ten minutes later, just when I was about to make a move, a random girl came out of her dormitory, walked straight to where I was hiding on the other side. Thick pungent sweat dripped down my armpits into my ribs.
The girl, tanned, with perky pointed boobs that were visible from her nightdress, pulled up her nightdress , squatted down to expose her spread **** in front of my face, no pants on.The sight of a woman peeing in front of my eyes was breathtaking, nerve wrecking. I still remember vividly the pressure with which the pee gushed out of her pee hole, and landed just a few CM away from my legs. If this was a man, the pee would have landed on my face .
My dck was already throbbing with excitement at full length. Then from nowhere, Satan send me a cough feeling. I fought the feeling with all my effort successfully until the girl walked away. I sighed with relief, allowed the cough to ease off and wondered why girls urinated on fences like boys. I thought this uncouth behavior of peeing on fences at night only happened in boys schools? Vasichana vaye…what I saw that night, nitapigia wajukuu wangu story nikizeeka. I composed myself , no other girl was coming out to urinate , thank God they had not eaten their usual porrage for breakfast that morning. I pulled off my shirt, pulled Doreen’s shirt on and her sweater. That was easier than pulling on the skirt. That was strange , instead of completely pulling my trouser off, I folded it up my thigh to provide more room for ‘hips’. I pulled the skirt on top of it to give me a more feminine look, a typical shapeless feminine body. But I know I still looked hotter than most ladies….. I looked hippy, no one would have suspected my gender. I covered my face in Kikoyi then majestically, cat-walked towards her dormitory. The smell at the entrance was heavenly ….the smell of too many female genitalia in one place just hardened my dck more . Walking through the Corridor as I searched for her cubicle was like walking through a flower garden in Ibiza or Miami, the smell was sweet. Nilikuwa nimezoea harafu ya jasho dorm yetu. Most cubes smelled sweet, apart from moja ya mkojo…sijui ilikuwa urinal pit….cheiiii…
Next part III

Episode 3

The smell in the dormitory was not what i was accustomed to in my dormitory, ST Philips. Smelling shoes, socks and toes mixed with the smell of ammonia from armpits, in that same mixture add the smell from the un-brushed teeth of those who were snoring, gave a boys’ dormitory a stench that can only be compared to the smell of Sabina Joy during the wee hours of the day. Don’t ask me how i learnt about the smell of Sabina Joy, that is where i picked KUI of Black Panther from (if you remember the screenshots)
During my cat-walks, while peeping through different cubicles, an angelic sight almost got me into trouble. I sighed with excitement when i saw a girl, with a thin curved body (of Shuri, Letitia Wright of black Panther) applying oil on her naked body. She was probably from the shower. The sight of her pssy lips, and ass-crack when she bend facing the other side, to apply oil was satanic, it almost got me tempted. i only came back to my senses when a form one, she must have been a form one, started snoring in the next cubicle. i walked on, almost there. i could smell Doreen waiting for me in her cubicle, probably going through the last pages of the Reproduction topic, Biology. ‘On the second last cubicle from the main entrance, on the left hand-side that is where you will find me…..’ her last letter read. ‘which door is the main door?’ My troubles started at that moment. The two doors were a spitting image of each other. The designer must have suspected that one day, someone might need a mark to differentiate between the doors. Like i said, this was a suicide mission that could only be carried out by a man that is carrying an erection, there are no daring men like those with an erection. Going back to check on the entrance would raise suspicions in the dorm, a dorm full of beautiful ladies like the Wakanda Kingdom, well i don’t know if they were beautiful, but when you are erect, every woman is beautiful (Bro. Ocholla, 2016) I decided to trust my choice of doors. I picked the second last cubicle, on the left of the dormitory. An early scanning revealed empty beds, with one occupied. “I couldn’t be this accurate,’ I chest-thumped. The imagination of sx staring at me in the next few minutes made my d*ck throb even more. It was hitting my thighs and stomach rhythmically like the drum sticks of West Africa….

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Episode 4

‘I that you Collins?’ the moment you have all been waiting for is finally here. Is it you or me who was waiting for this moment, i don’t even know?
My mouth was dry, I could barely talk. Furthermore. talking would have raised suspicion, especially from the few thirsty girls that were still rubbing their . (“How does too many in one place smell like?”, a thirsty slay queen asked me in my inbox. ‘It smells like dry soil that has been rained on for the first time in months.’ ‘Come here my dear,’ her voice called. Her voice massaged my eardrum with utmost sweetness. She had this kind of confusing voice that would make any man to spend his rend on her. She pulled off her blanket to reveal a serene body. Nothing was on her, she resembles a naked Eve before she was tempted to eat the forbidden. I don’t know if she will remain this beautiful all the way, because girls have this mysterious nature of turning ugly after sx. For instance, you sleep with Hudda Monre, after ejaculating for the third time, she mysterious starts resembling Miguna miguna on the plane to Canada,(Sorry General, it was not my intention to put your name in the same sentence with someone who sells beauty.)
Her nipples were erect already. I could tell she was already turned on even before i could lay my hands her, paraffin in githeri was not clearly working. Her perky tits, pointed at the tip and round at the base, were the most beautiful i have ever seen ( i have said this to all my ex and i will tell the same to my next girl, ata kaa atakuwa na size 42D).
Her curvy succulent lips were inviting. Her breathing intensified when our lips met for the first time. Her hair was smooth and so was the pubic hair that was around her **. Her skin was as smooth as the backside off a toddler who has been unwrapped from diapers.
A soft morn escaped her lips when my finger rattled her clit, it was like i had awakened demons in her. She grabbed my head by the back and started kissing me vigorously. I don’t know if they taught them this art as part of the Reproduction topic, she was epic. She was wet. I deported my lips from hers and landed them onto her two Canadas. Her boobs were soft, 36BB was the size, perfect for my large basketball palms.
I pulled up her skirt and pulled down my trousers ( Am sure watu walienda day school hawajaelewa why i pulled of her skirt and yet she was naked) to reveal my running mate. She massaged it softly. I felt blood flow from the rest of my body towards my ****. (Now this is why i told you that a man with an erection does not use his brains because blood is constantly flowing to his dick instead of the brains. Sasa utaona mtu anafanya Medicine Chepareria University Collage pia ati anapingana na mimi).
‘I am ready my dear,’ she said. Boy-child chungana sana na msichana anakuambia I am ready. Just as i was about to bisect her *** with my dck, someone spoke. “You are ready for what?’ the voice asked. I froze , at that moment, MAN WAS NOT HOT. My dck shrinked My brains came back to senses like SKRAAA pu pu pu, and my heart pumped blood to my brains like Ta! Ta!Ta!
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Episode 5

‘I have asked you, what are you ready for?’ the voice asked again. Within a flash, my the four years I had spent at school ran through my head. The ordeal of losing my box during the admission day, the hard work I had put in for the last four years, the canes….all this was coming to an end. I was facing an expulsion. The idea of me being paraded in the assembly the following morning in a skirt, the embarrassment I would receive when being lambasted, lampooned and vilified was terrifying.
‘This school is not a holiday camp!’ I would visualize the principal tearing me into shreds, the caning that would come before the expulsion letter . How would the latter read? ‘ Your son has been sent home forever after he was found trying to bisect a girl’s *. The face of my parents when they read the letter, their reactions, the disappointment “Son, did I take you to school to bisect * in a foreign dormitory or to bisect specimens in your laboratory?’
All these ran through my head. My body was weak, I was even weaker than I would have been had I ejaculated inside her. Why was this life unfair, I came here to produce sperms, but here was I producing a smelly sweat. The pungent smell from my armpits was now overpowering the smell of the spray I had applied to my body, reminding me that the last time I took a shower was last weekend during the music festival trip.
Doreen could barely talk. She was shaking vigorously like a Yo-Yo dancer. I have never seen a lady so terrified! ‘ HA HA HA’ the voice laughed! That was even more horrifying. Stories were swirling around of ghosts invading this school at night. Doreen held onto me tightly. The darkness in the dormitory was blinding. ‘Don’t be scared, it is me, ni mimi Valarie!’
A long sigh of relief escaped Doreen’s breath. ‘Nimeshindwa kulala aki, I saw your boyfriend pass by my cube while applying oil on my body nikitoka shower, and the idea of you having *** couldn’t allow me to sleep!’ Valarie explained. My dick throbbed out menacingly like Skraaa PA PA PA when I remembered the beauty applying oil in the other cubicle.
‘Aki si watu watakusikia ukiongea, ingia ndani. The matron might be walking around!’ Doreen found her voice.
‘Don’t worry, most of these cubes here are empty, watu wako hii dorm ni form ones wenye waliclear fees. I pushed them all to the other end of the dormitory. Remember who is the dorm captain here!’ Doreen smiled, and planted a kiss on my lips. ‘I also convinced the matron to go home because the remaining students were controllable, mainly form ones!’
‘Why are you even wasting your time to explain yourself. Join us already!’ I talked for the first since entering the dormitory, I was no longer thinking with my brains. Valarie hesitated, as if waiting for approval from Doreen.
‘Sure, join us! Your effort can only be reminded by a threesome!’ This is what a gambler calls over 2.5 imeingiana.

Part 6 soon

Episode 6

This story is NOT GOOD readers under the age of 18, and those who are holier.
Val pulled off her rob, Val, to reveal nothing underneath. Even in darkness, I could see her tear-drop boobs (my favorite boob shape, bell shape ain’t bad either) beckoning me. ‘Come baby come’ and the baby was ready to be deported to her Canaan. Her body was like Canaan, the land that many were promised, but only I reached. A soft moan escaped her divine lips when my tongue landed on her puffy nipples, (still my favorite, inverted nipples ain’t bad either) She pulled my head closer to her boobs while massaging my head.
For a moment I thought Doreen had withdrawn from the race, until her soft hands reached my shaft. She bend down on her knees and allowed my to bisect her mouth lips. The feeling was electrifying, it felt like she was sucking my brains, my bone marrow, I was boiling inside, I wanted to explode inside her mouth like a volcano.
Val was wet already. Her river was overflowing, bushes around the river were flooded, the only thing remaining was me to dive inside her river and sink deep like Eric Omondi. Her * was like a tulip, which resembled a blooming flower. Her pussy lips were beefy with a longer labia minora, the kind that is found in Wakanda.
Doreen’s grip on my hands was tight while she pumped her lips up and down my . Where did she learn this? Probably while playing cha mama and kolongolo or their houseboy must have been a lucky man. With every pump, I would feel my cum boiling inside my balls, the size that could only be rivaled by eric omond’s. ‘Calculate the volume of water that was displaced by eric Omondi’s balls alone when he dived into the river’, I guess such were the kind of questions Val and Doreen encountered in their Physics papers. I exploded a volume of cum similar to the amount of the river water that was displaced by Omondi’s balls into her mouth. She chocked.
Val was lying on her back on the next bed, with her legs wide open,like the wallet of an ugly sponsor who is in company of a beautiful slay queen. While Doreen wiped the cum off her chest and face, I spread Val’s * with my finger. I inserted one finger inside her *. She was wet and warm, a favorable climate for farming. She moaned when I bend my finger up wards to locate the spongy spot on the walls of her inner * . One of my other hand massaged her Ç, which was as hard as all of you are right now.
Her body was shaking, her p was boiling. Her breathing intensified, then like a cyclone, she exploded, tones of tones of cum, I guess it would have been enough to feed the whole school as porridge the following morning. I sighed, I had achieved at the age of seventeen what many have failed in life, make a woman cum. I felt like a king, the slayer. I felt like walking out of the dormitory, ring the bell, and wake up everyone from the dorm section, so that we would fck on every bed in the dormitory. I was still erect, thinking with my d, and I was going to ring the bell, but Doreen pulled my head on her p.
My lips met hers, my tongue met her clit. I rolled my tongue and sucked the juicy off her p. She moaned when my tongue tickled her Ç, she pulled my head onto to her p with much force that I barely had time space to breathe, thank God kids inside p don’t suffocate, because there is oxygen inside there. Then in one long electrifying shudder, she let go off her hot cum, fell on her back while Val grabbed my d and directed it towards her p from the back….. NOT 4 UNDER 18
NEXT SEASON 2 SOON.

Season I
……At last Leila stood up from the bed, Actually, this one made me fall in love with her, she had an hourglass figure, round face, glittering small eyes, long natural hair, flat tummy, it’s only that I lacked enough words to describe her, but she as fine.
Suddenly, there was a doorbell ring, we remained silent, from far you could notice there was someone trying to open the door with the door handle. All that time, I was still in bed, Leila run and picked her dress from the floor and covered herself, someone popped in.

Season II

It was Jose “Hey guys breakfast is ready,” he said. “Where are we Jose?” I asked him while moving from the bed, “Tuko kwangu” he answered while turning back to the door he entered with, He didn’t take long in the room since Leila was kinda halfway dressed. By this time I didn’t know who Jose was. I needed to know more from him. So I asked Leila if maybe she has a clue of him. Leila was collecting her earing which was on the floor putting them in her pouch. Btw who is Jose? I asked Leila while putting on my hood. Downstairs I had my white short the one I bought at gikomba before nijoin campo, but ilikuwa supuu sana though ilikuwa inakaa izi booty shorts za wasichana but I was okay with it, after all, who cares????

“Hey Don! You mean you don’t know him?..??? I thought you knew him before….”? Okay, Jose nimemjua through Naomi, he has been
picking and dropping us to town, Naomi told me ni mtoto wa mwenye Vila Rosa Hotel yenye iko opposite Chiromo funeral parlor. I never knew what Vila Rosa was. Apo ndio nilichukua simu ya Leila, haikuwa na password or even pattern, mbio nikagoogle nijue what Vila Rosa was, I realized it’s one of the Top star Hotel and Restaurants within the “cirry” by the time Leila was narrating all that she was taking shower, I never bothered to answer her, apo ndio nilijua kuna bedroom ukuwa na washroom na bathroom inside.

Don’t blame me, I was used to zile bafu za ushago, zenye you have to put water in bucket then unaekelea towel kwa shoulders alaf unasonga, kwanza mostly ukuwa far, sasa inabidi umepunzika like twice before ufike ju hata bucket yenyewe haina handle, kitu is igne funny azinaga mlango, so mostly ukuwa tu kagunia kamehung instead of mlango, kwanza i even remember there this particular time nilisahau na sabuni nikienda kuoga, kuruda sabuni nikapata punda amekunywa maji yangu ya kuoga, anyway that’s a story for another day.

With my white short and my hood, I followed Jose to the door he exited. I found him in the sitting room, he was playing play station (PS) with one of his male friend whom he introduced me as his cousin. I guess Naomi was in the kitchen since I could hear clangor of utensils. On the dining table which was not far from the living room, there was boiled eggs, sausage, hash browns, and processed cheese. Before I could comfortably sit on the three seater which was next to Jose, Laila entered the living room from the bedroom. Naomi entered the dining table with a huge flash. Upon seeing Leila, she smiled while looking at her and said “Hey na mmelala kama Watoto wa governor” we all laughed as she entered the kitchen.

Naomi was wearing a white booty short which matched with my short and a red Arsenal jersey which also matched with the same color as the one Jose was wearing, though the one for Jose was for Manchester united. Like five minutes, Jose defeated his cousin, he left after the defeat. “Unajifeel na game Don” Jose asked me while holding the two pads. I didn’t know what to answer him simply because I never knew what the PS was.”Maybe later after breakfast sai sijifeel ” he felt satisfied with my answer. Naomi joined  Leila in kitchen. This is when I got the chance to know who Naomi and Leila were.
“Leila ni mtoto wa vice chancellor wa apa Uon. She’s is a first year second semester (1.2) apa Uon. Walikuwa wanakaa majuu since amalize high school. ” What, you mean Leila? I found myself interrupting Jose, “Eeh, mbona?” he added.He continued, “Walikam Kenya last year after elections, so sai anafanya Bachelors Degree in International Relations, but nimeskia bado akona degree igne ya IT thought sijajua kama ni ukweli. In fact her parents wanakaa side za Kileleshwa, it’s just 15 minutes drive from here”, from my knowledge back at home when I was grazing, my bearing told me we were in Riverside.
“I thought mliuana usiku”, I nodded my head for disagreement,” So hata bado hujaninii…….!!” I just smiled because I knew where he was ending. “Naye Naomi ako 2nd year still Uon anafanya Bachelor of Commerce (BCOM) but ako Lower Kabete campus. Huyo naye ni mtoi wa ministry of Foreign Affairs. They stay in Runda estate. Both Laila and Naomi’s parents are close friends to my my dad. Both Naomi and Leila wanakaa apa next to State House Girls place inaitwa Citizens.

All that time I was looking at Jose, I never believed whatever he was saying. I never imagined even dream of being with such people with them. Everything to me seemed to be nightmares. The furniture in the living room proved whatever Jose was talking about. 148 inches curved Samsung screen mounted on the wall, spongy leather coaches, expensive tea table, the mackBook laptop on the table, home theatre system, wool carpet just to mention a few spoke in volume. I was like this kind of people wakishikana kama watano they can comfortably pay Ile deni tukonayo ya China. anyway that one was interrupted by words Jose had told me earlier about Leila, from my flashback (kisengele nyuma) this Leila must be the old high school lover. But if it’s her how comes she never recognized me? But I said to my inner me, acha nitulie since I was sure what goes around comes around again true love never fades. I knew God’s time is the best so I remained positive and optimistic.

My phone was off so I confirmed the time with Jose, it was 10:24am, ” na masaa imeenda haraka, Hey ladies in kitchen are bacons ready” Jose asked them while yawning, Naomi replied “Yeah” while holding a tray of slices of bacon Leila was behind her holding three teacups. We both assembled in the dining table. Naomi requested me to lead them with a word of prayer in which Leila interrupted, “Hey, I’ll pray on his behalf”

After breakfast, we started discussing how the previous night was. On my side, I had nothing much to contribute to the topic because I went blackout. According to the videos, I could see how violent I was when one of the guys in club tried to dance with Leila. We almost fought. “Na inakaa Don uko trained karate,” Naomi asked me while collecting utensils on the table. In back of my mind I knew when I was in high school I used to attend Tae Kwon Do classes but I kept it for myself.”I can smell our protector around” Jose seconded while pulling my left ear. 

By 11:03am Jose dropped me next to All Saints Cathedral Church. I crossed the road and went along processional way heading to school hostels. I was staying in Room No. 112 of Tom Mboya Hostel well knows as Hall 9. Before the hostel gate which was just a few meters to ladies cloth lines, I met one of Fellowship friend.

We were staying in the same Hostel but different room. His name was Mike Ngio aka Dj Bamboo, he was my old primary school as well. He was a second-year student doing a Bachelor Degree in Biochemistry. Since I joined campus, he was in the first line to encourage me not to miss the fellowship and church services and mission as well. He was the kind of friend to keep.”Hey Don, uko aje na umekuwa wapi since jana I haven’t seen you in your room, I even found your laptop kwa bed, are you coming for the fellowship? Make sure you don’t miss please” he was talking while walking toward the Hall, the one next to Stella Awinja Hostels. “Yeah am coming, let me go and change”, I assured him. I was so sure I can’t make it I was feeling sleepy, tired, neusea, weak and I needed some rest.

With the support of steel metal on the stairs, I found myself on the 4th floor of Hall 9, in my room, I wasn’t closed, meaning my roomates were around. I was staying with Adpalmer and Charles well knows as “kyalo”. I went straight to my bed, I was feeling bothered since yesterday I have talked to my mom. At around 1:12pm kyalo opened the door carrying two plates of pilau. Kyalo was a nice guy caring as well. “Don jana ulipotelea wapi na hujaonekana around ama umepatana na wale slays wa chuo wakuchanua?” he said while putting the two plates on the table. From how I was feeling, I couldn’t even answer him, I kept looking at him, I clicked while facing the wall side.” Ukisolve issues zako food ndio hio kwa table utajisort” this is when I realized guys cannot comfort you like girls do, but I can’t complain it’s their nature.

Around 4:30pm I was awoken by a call from my mom, she wanted to know how is the going, I assume her am okay then hung up the phone. To the bed below mine, was seated Mike, Adpalmer, and Kyalo. After I was through with my food I explained to them what happened previous night but they told me that was part of life so nothing big to worry about. I felt encouraged. Thanks, Kyalo, Mike and Adpalmer.

Jose was doing Bachelors Degree in Computer Science, the same course I was doing though he was ahead of me. We used to meet with Leila mostly in class since we shared some of the units. Most of my time I used to spend it with Leila, she was a nice lady. After class, we used to go to the Student Centre for lunch or even a cup of tea. Laila used to pay my bills something which most ladies feel it’s hard to do. Despite being from well up family, she has never shown herself to people. She was a “low-key” girl. 

Days went by, I learned how to drive, sometimes I could ask the Jose for his car so that I can pick Leila after class. Dropping off and picking her after class, made most of the guys who needed to talk to Leila hard time. I never bothered since I knew haters complete my circle. 

Opposite my hostel, there were a ladies hostels, it was Hall 5. To the 5th floor of it, there was Lilian Mwende and Harmony the close friends and coursemate to Leila.  When Leila had no class, the only place you could find her was in my room or with Lilian and Harmony. In most cases, she used to spend nights with them. I liked them they were the type of girls whom you can’t get bored having them around.
Few months after being with Jose, Naomi and Leila everything changed, from hangouts, clads, places of lunch, dinner and the kind of food we used t take. As usual ukiwa in that league, most of the people need to be with you. Most of class fine girls become too friendly to me something which made Leila mad at some point. Leila knew my class time table so, every time towards my class she used to remind me.

I was good in maths, so during group work, everyone wanted to be in the group I was.to me they needed academic support of which I never turned them down. But kuna time ilifika nikaona maybe they’re falling for me coz ya kukuja na BMW or Jose ananidrop nayo class?
Leila was not a fun of chatting so most of the night she used to video call me or even make a normal call, unlike Naomi whom we used to chat. She used to tell me how Leila loves me. In my mind I knew since tumit na Leila it’s like three months, we used to spend in my room more than 20 times, same bed, other times tunaenda kwake, tunaenda countless outs, dinners na sijawahi mwambia nampenda, I swear apo niliact umama baana.

Leila was a straight forward lady she used to show me the chats of guys who wanted to with her. Most of them had everything, long beards handsome but she chosed poor me. Wallai apo ndio nilijua dem akishakupenda amekupenda. She made me believe true Love exist. I was so sure she could have left me long-time ago but she was still there for me. i swear if it were most of these campus girls, kijana wenu hata group stages awezi pita.

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It was after we were through with our end of semester exams. Leila was going to her parent’s place since there was a family trip to Seychelles.it was scheduled to be on the following week on Monday. So definitely she was to leave before Sunday so she can prepare for it.
So on this Friday evening, she called me. She needed to see me before she leaves. It was around 4pm by this time she was in Lilian and Harmony room. I knew she had passed in my room before going to her friends. I was in Rongai with Jose. I told her to give me like 2 hours coz Rongai ni far plus jam, she was patient enough coz she agreed. 

I remember our hostel gate ufungwa at 10pm. It was 9:53pm according to the wall clock on Lily’s room. I was to pass by Stella Awinja Hostels to pick my laptop from Jemoh (a friend of mine from Tuk) who had borrowed to keep her “Mama” busy after exams. Si unajua vile campo form ukuwa ni kuwatch movies, series alaf sleepovers mse….. Enyewe campus life ukuwa tamu at times.
Lily was sitting seating on her bed which is just adjacent to the exit door. Since I stepped my feet on that room at around 7pm, I found Lily sitting on her bed watching something of which I came to realize it was……Hahaha!! Your guess is good as mine. At times she could make unnecessary movements on her bed. She had her earphones on her ears. She kept removing them once in a while just to try to listen to something. She could place them back and continue listening and watching. 

Harmony was changing to her nightdress. I don’t know whether it was intentional or she just assumed me coz from where I was seated I was facing to the direction she was. Leila was facing me, so obvious she never noticed Harmony was changing. From the point i was the views were clear. Half of her thighs were visible from the short nightdress she was wearing. From the look of things, she had no her inner wear. Sometimes ladies why tempt us? why?. 

From the close range, I could see her nipple piercing her nightdress. The wall cleavage could be seen and part of her huge boobs was displayed to boychild. That one raised my goosebumps.Kumbe nayo usifi ni real, I wanted to assume that Leila wasn’t around but nikaona apana sio poa.
Despite displaced parts, Harmony was blessed with curved natural assets though she couldn’t beat Leila. She had nice sitting allowance “booty” like most boys in street call it. I was even wondering how on earth can someone walk comfortably with such burden behind her. Anyway, elephants never complain of their tasks. I swear if not that I had some control plus morals nikifunza church na Pastor Kula, Harmony ungenitia kwa trap wewe.

“Don this necklace looks familiar” I remembered that day I had worned the necklace my old Leila send her cousin to me before leaving Kenya. She was looking at me so closely, all that time I was silent, my senses could tell this is my old Leila. My feelings never lied to me that we were both in love, It’s only that I never took the friendship to the next level, I think this was the right time. All this time I was talking to inner me.
“You’re lucky to have a nice guy Leila”Harmony the curved lady broke the silence. “He’s cute, he has a nice smile, he’s caring……” she still added. I could hear my ancestors clapping. I just smiled at her. I knew that was a “goal goal” thing. All that time Leila was lying on my chest, she had nice titties. This was the second time I came close to her since the day we spend together the day we were both drunk.”Aww! Thanks babe” Leila replied to the compliment by the curved lady.”Lakini usiniibie bwana”, she added while holding my short beards on my chin.
“Don, do you remember the days we used to steal mangoes, kwenda poshomil (tutu/kithii), kulisha pamoja, kuchota maji then all over sudden tukapoteleanwa, the way she narrated those memories with a soft voice, nilifeel tu mapenzi, she really touched my inner soul. By this time, I was on my last sip of Savanna juice she had served me earlier.

Bye bye Lily and Harmony, see you tomorrow. “Good night sweetheart wetu, hata ungelala tu uende kesho kwanza ningekusongea ju Leila ukuwa amejaza bed na haga…” Harmony said while opening the door for me.”unajua unaeza chukua bwana ya mtu na mchezo tu” Leila said while putting on a grey hood we bought pale Odeon. We descended from the 5th floor of Hall Hostel, the corridors lights were not functioning. It was totally dark. Most of the rooms had lights off. Probably most of the occupants had gone out because it was on a Friday and the Holly one remaining were having their evening prayers in the hall or maybe they were asleep. There was no movement on the stairs only cats could be heard from a distance with noisy sounds. The zero movement gave me a nice chance to hold Laila close to me. She gave me a warm hug, tight one for that matter. Her heart was beating fast, she kissed my neck, my cheeks and then landed on my lips. I started feeling weird baridi “heeey nitaambia watu nini……” that sentence kept repeating itself in my mind. This was strange to me. I didn’t know where to start. I started breathing hard like a donkey pulling farming plough. I remembered there was this Mexican Soap Opera I was following it gave me some tactics on how to how my girl.

I put my left hand in her back and my right hand to her wrist. I positioned myself in a way I couldn’t fell down during this ceremony, you know she had a huge body than me plus nice sitting allowance so definitely i had to stand firmly. I kissed her nicely in her sweet lips like 3 minutes, she lied to my chest, this is when I get a chance to whisper some three good words she has been waiting to hear from me. “I LOVE YOU” She whispered back, “Babe I LOVE YOU TOO” I swear akunaga moment ukuwa tamu kama hio, yaani unafeel akuna mse anaeza kakuambia anything… Wueeh! Inaitwa mapenzi buana. Back to the story.

That time I was still brething hard, even one of the colleague in room no. 96 in the 2nd floor switched the lights on. Am sure she was scared. Am sorry colleague it wasn’t intentional, I was possed with love. I remembered my grandfather once told me never lose such precious opportunity, (thanks grandpa Mwambu) I looked her directly to her eyes, I smiled called her by her three names, “Princess Leila Kimani I love you and mean my words, I love you today than yesterday and tomorrow than today, I promise to be there for you, fight for you and fight for our love to last, your mine forever” I made a vow without knowing. 
I swear it was damn dark but I could see her sexy eyes full of tears and a nice smile. Sikuwahi imagine siku moja naeza feel msichana wa wenyewe alie ju ya mapenzi. But this day I did, I even noted the date in my personal diary, it was on a Friday 22nd November 2014.
“Babe,.. I…” before she could even finish her statement, there was a loud bang of door. “let’s go babe” she whispered, na ivo ndio shetani aliingia sasa. I tried to move but my legs couldn’t move an inch. Am sure vile nilikuwa nafeel ndio Samson wa Bible alifeel after kunyolewa na Delilah. She dragged me downstairs. 
We were on the last step to stairs on the 1st floor when I a huge man with a big tummy, with beards (Rick Ross style), with shoes number 13 approached us. The guy noticed Leila. 

“Where are you doing, what are you doing here at night?”Before I could answer her on her behalf she warned with a finger to keep quiet, Leila was shaking because of fear. I warned the guy not to harm her, I was responsible for everything. He exchanged the car keys to the left hand, I was even trembling, my joints were weak, if it were not for Leila I could have been on the floor. 

I couldn’t even imagine fighting with him, like most people do when in trouble I said a short prayer, “Lord let this cup pass away from me, I don’t deserve to die” I didn’t know if I said it loudly or silent but the last thing I heard from Leila was “Amen” 
I was on the floor, the guy lifted me up with his one hand, the guy gave me three punches on my face, I always shed tears when I remember this day. I started seeing stars on the ceiling board. Nilitamani Mungu anikujie vile alikujia Elijah. I was innocent, I did nothing wrong to him, I never deserved what I was going through. 

I tried to support myself with the wall but he was too fast, he maintained his power punches on my head and face, he added another two kicks on my chest. I felt pain running through Aorta and lumber vatebra. Why! Why! Why me??? I thought it was my time to die. At times ladies give us courage coz I swear if it were not for Leila, I could have escaped long, long time ago. 

“WIN OR WIN” Was a slogan I used when I was attending Tae Kwo Do classes. The slogan gave me strength and courage. Before I could even wake up he added one punch to my tummy, I vomited some blood. Leila tried to lift me up but he got a slap from the guy. “Si huyu mse atakumaliza” my ancestors were talking to me. I remember I vowed to fight for Leila up to my last drop of blood and this was time to prove my words. I knew wining this fight needed some sacrifice, not even sacrifice but a sacrifice of my blood and body. I have no other option than to fight. The way I was serious nose bleeding, my mouth and left ear was also bleeding. Hata ingekuwa ni wewe vita kama hii uwezi pigana mse. 

Apo ndio nilisema kama Mungu alikuwa ametuma Malaika wake wanikujie, awaambie wanipee 10 more minutes tusafiri pamoja na hii ndume. 
I removed my hoodie, Gucci shoes, my navy blue jeans nikapea Leila, I was left with my white short and a White vest. The corridor looked like a wrestling ring. Many people were standing by the sides. Is true that most people knew me coz they were calling my name, I could hear the voice of Mike, kyalo, and Adpalmer. It’s only they also feared this guy, they could have helped me.
This was Do or Die fight, A fight to death, only the strong to survive. I was confused in a way I could not even remember a single fighting skill. I heard Mike and kyalo shouting, “use eagle fist or playing mantis bruh” if you know karate, Tae Kwo Do or martial arts you can remember the styles. Thanks bro kyalo and Mike.
Those styles were the deadliest style ever to finish your opponent, I maintained my standing position “timing”. 
By end of my first and second attack, everyone was shouting my name, Don, Don Don……. I didn’t know the reason but am sure you can guess why were calling my name.

From the point Leila was standing holding my clothes, I could see a smile in her face. I can tell this guy was wondering how I managed to land on his balls and left eye as well. I wanted to finish him with my flying eagle kicks but I remember he also has a family, they needed him as my family and Leila needed me. I laid him two round kicks on his shoulders which made him helplessly on the floor. He was crying like a little baby for help but nobody could help as everyone was on his / her phone recording. 

I felt as if am king Mswati of Swaziland. I stood by the right side of room no. 86 of Hall 5 Hostel, all the eyes were at me. My opponent whom I came to realize was a secret admirer of Leila and Chiromo campus Mafia was lying on the cracked floor with a damaged face, broke limp his blood flowing to room no. 82. Leila came running to me, she hugged me, by that time I saw Kyalo and Mike coming while smiling…… “You are a just a Man,” kyalo said it jokingly. 
Before we could even get out of hostel compound, two guys approached us they told me,,,”Nice work brother, remember one thing…. it’s just the beginning, get ready……” I realized kyalo and Mike had already disappeared, I was only left with Leila. With my deadly flying kicks I…… 

TO BE CONTINUED..