Fifteen minutes later we were at Parklands police station. ‘Na umejieka kwa noma mtu yangu, huyo mzee hapana cheza’ one security man (crew) talked to me for the first time. ‘Kwani ako na nini?’ I asked with confidence. ‘Wee tulia utajionea’ he said and went quiet, kicking me off balance more.
As I told you, everything that happens in our lives happens for a reason. In most cases, the reason is good. As Aayushi later told me and I also confirmed, she was a virgin. The Indian traditions don’t allow you to break a woman’s virginity on a chair, kwanza kwao. It’s a wrong way to introduce a woman to sex, any woman. She may end up hating such a lucrative mission. For any virgin woman to treasure sex, the first bang means a lot. Do it in uncomfortable place and make her
hate it together with you forever. Prepare her well in a well-lit room and properly laid bed and she will love it and you forever. I knew I had been saved from ruining her life.
Back to parklands STAPOL.
Aayushi drove in with her father. She was still crying. I was taken in and booked. Accusation on me were break-in and rape. ‘Ever since I was born I have never raped nor broken into anyone’s house’ I tried to plead with the IO but he told me to put that in my statement. They too took their statements and were given a P3 form and left. Did I tell
you that when I declined to screw Aayushi, she told me to do it bare for she was ready to take P2 pill? As long as she test my machine gun she was okay. I was instructed to remove one shoe and belt and then booked to a filthy, grimy, and mucky cell. The strong stench of ammonia welcomed me in. If you have been to Parklands police, the first 2 rooms are for ladies, then a grilled door then you get men’s room.
The farthest corner is where the urine and stool flooded toilets are. ‘Wee kijana hebu ingia hapa’ a female voice from the ladies room shouted. I was hesitant. I have heard cell stories. ‘Tusikukujie hapo, hebu ingia hapa ndani’ another voice shouted. I entered in there. “Toa longi haraka”, one brown lady said as she crawled from the corner. I knew they can’t manage me. ‘Sitoi longi’ I said after confirming only 6 ladies were in the room. ‘Paah’ a slap from nowhere landed on my ears leaving a very loud bee in my ears. It was a lady coming back from the toilets who overhead my rudeness. In no time one lady had pulled my trouser down. She started pressing my machine gun in her palm as others watched with excitement. Given what had happened during the day and the uncomfortable situation I was in my machine gun refused to cock. Her constant press and release later made my machine gun rise to the occasion. “Whao, aki hio c ni mzuri”, I heard the ladies sigh with relief. ‘Wee huyu ni wangu, msilete midomo yenu hapa’ the lady on it told the rest. She was a black lady with firm breasts. Don’t ask me how I knew they were firm. While she was kneeling in front of me I saw them, when she also escorted me she hugged me tightly. She later told me she was arrested for transporting drugs. She was a UoN third year student. Her name is Grac. “Sweetheart kuja nikuescort kwa room yenyu hawa wanamwake wasikurape”, Grace said as she rose supporting herself on my machine gun. As we got to the grilled door I told you about, she pressed her boobs against my chest making me feel the piercing effect of her bra less goodies on me. She rubbed my machine gun on her belly, ‘aki uko na kitu mzuri, ntakujia tukitoka mention kesho’.
She opened the door. ‘Nyi vijana