The rod of Moses was up already. As a man you cant think with both heads simultaneously. One has to stop. She requested me to choose a dress for her. I went to the wardrobe and picked a black trouser and white top. A white th@ng and white brassiere (she knew I loved white and she had stocked enough in the wardrobe). I chose black and white because it’s what I had also prepared to wear that day. When I finished ironing for her she was already in the bathroom. I joined her. She had not started showering an indication she was waiting for me. When I entered she grabbed me and pressed me hard against her chest. She then turned on the warm shower.
That day we did not go to church. I gave the best and received the best. The number of shots did not matter but the quality. The best woman deserves the best every time. We spent the morning cooking Rita’s favourite meal, rice beef. Being a gentleman I decided to help. Since she had two gases used the 6kg one to cook meat as she did greens and rice on the main gas.
Cooking is another talent I got, I have never told you guys. I took the pan (najua mwingine ataanza kuuliza pan ni nini) and placed oil in it. Left the oil to heat for a while and I threw chopped onions inside..schhhrrrrrrr. I sprinkled cayenne pepper, lemon pepper, garlic powder and salt. As they were cooking, I chopped my tomatoes and added to the golden brown onions and cooked till they formed a paste. I brushed both sides of the meat with butter and ginger.
Added some water to the make soup and dipped in my meat. Rita is Kiuk and soup is very important in a meal. I lowered the heat and let the beef cook. Minutes later the food was ready and we enjoyed our meal together. Rita was now so free with me. We shared a lot that day. The following week Rita was going to Mombasa. ‘Conrad I will really miss you’ she exclaimed with tears forming in her eyes. That week they were going for a two week retreat in Mombasa. You know govt employees with retreats. We washed the utensils together, I helped her pack her clothes and then left. The next morning I was to escort her to the airport. That Monday morning I was in her house early enough. I drove her to the airport and bid her bye. She left me with 10,000, her house and car keys and I drove back. When I arrived home, my phone started vibrating. It was a new number. As is my habit I don’t receive new numbers. The caller was persistent and I received on the third call. It was Khadija.
‘Uliamua kuniacha na upweke?’ she started. We had a lengthy conversation ‘wacha nije kwako tuongee basi’ she said and hang up. Moments later I heard someone opening my door. Hawa wanawake wa Mombasa adabu hawana, they just open. She came in and got me watching NTV prime news with Gladys Gachanja, the only presenter who makes me watch news. Khadija told me point blank,’Conrad, Rita aliniambia wewe ni fundi,’ I did not understand her at first. Khadija started trembling lying towards my side. We started kissing..Deep and intense kissing…we exchanged enough saliva..She fumbled into my trouser and got hold of my machine gun..she gasped WOW!! Wewe ni Mkisii? She asked. I did not answer, I instead got hold of the melons, and yes they were still intact. I reached for her zip ….” Wacha nifunge mlango” she excused herself. On her way back the trouser dropped a bit bringing into full view her black th@ng.
I reached for her bum before she sat on my thighs and pulled it slightly below her knees… I caressed the thighs all the way to the cookie area. You won’t believe it. The woman had a clean shave… I pulled her closer and “oooouch” she let a soft moan.’Nimeamini wee ni fundi kweli kweli’ she said pulling her trouser up.she left leaving a very strong Somali spray in my house. I felt a sinner. I had betrayed Rita. I blamed it on her. Why did she have to tell Khadija am blessed that much. That night we chatted with Rita and I asked her for pardon for betraying our love.
Two weeks later she was back. I picked her from the airport and dropped her at home. She told me she is not feeling well. She had a mild headache. I knew it is the Mombasa weather. I told her to rest and left to go watch a Man united match.
In the evening I checked on her. I loved her so much I could not do anything without checking on her. I could not do anything without her coming to my mind. I remembered she was unwell and that means she needed extra care. Yes sick people need more attention and I was ready to give her. I was on my way to her house and remembered she wanted some pain killers. I picked them at the chemist and proceeded to check on her. When I arrived she was not sick as when I picked her at the airport. I entered and hugged her as was
our routine. Before I gave her the Panadol’s, I asked her how she was feeling. She told me she was well except for the morning vomiting. She told me she had checked the doctor in Mombasa for malaria and typhoid and they were both negative. The Doc told me it’s a morning allergy. ‘Don’t worry my love your girl is well’ she confirmed.