A few more deep hungry thrusts and I started shivering. “Uko sawa Beb?” Khadija inquired pausing what she was doing. I nodded. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and we both jumped to bed. Khadija had a lovely face, red lips a round nose with an extremely innocent look. We admired each other. ‘Sijawai kulwa na mwanamme mtamu kama wewe, I wish ngekupata mapema’ she exclaimed point blank. All this while her left hand was in constant action on my gun. I grasped her right b*b and started massaging it slowly teasing the already erect niples.
I started sucking her neck leaving small love bites here and there. I moved to the stomach slowly kissing above the naval. She reached for my hand once more and directed it to her labia. It was wet. I entered one finger then two. She bit her lips not to let a loud mourn. “Beb usiwachilie….deep deep beb…oh my Goosh”, Khadija was mourning. We flipped positions. Me on top. Her dirty talk was making me honier. ‘You can have me anyway you want’ she said opening her eyes. She turned to her fours with me kneeling behind her: Doggie style. I spanked her voluptuous assets and the entered to the maximum. We enjoyed it.
We changed positions again because she wanted to ride. Now Her on top. I lied on my back and her on top she started riding with her hands on my chest. She rode with expertise: Up down side ways, pulling all the way up and down in a word likely to be spelt as COCONUT or
HIPPOPPOTAMUS. She became more violent. The bed’s noise increased with every thrust. I heard my phone ringing. Ritas call interrupted my dream. It dawned on me I slept without closing the door. “Beb nataka unipeleke hosy, naskia melemewa”, Rita requested. I took a shower and proceeded to her house. Her smile was not the normal one. She smiled but I could see she was hiding some bitterness. ‘Sorry honey’ I empathized with her. ‘How are u feeling dear’ I asked as I hugged her. ‘I have a severe headache, nausea and am urinating so frequently’ she answered. I did not want to see my darling suffering. I better be sick and not her. That day I took her to the bathroom and washed her.
Sick people need to be taken care of. As we were going down the stair case her phone rang. ‘Ndero ng’oncha’ I overhead. ‘Sawa’ she replied and hanged. It was Beatrice Biyaki. The Kisii church girl. I drove to hospital and we met doctor Muchana. He requested to have urine, blood and stool samples. Moments later he came back with the results. “I am happy to let yu know the results are out and you are pregnant’. I was shocked. How now? It’s only been two weeks and you say she is pregnant…..Daktari continued “I would also request you to visit next week for your blood results were positive but we will need to confirm”, I fainted.
I woke up moments later. Dr. Muchana explained to me what had happened. Rita drove back home that evening. We did not speak much after the doctor’s report. Minutes later we were home.
‘Mwaga haraka….Mwaga’ screams from house C pierced my ear immediately I alighted. My fisi mode was immediately activated. Who is ths having good time when I can’t even think straight? ‘Unasikia kweli?’ Rita’s voice interrupted my concentration.
‘Hee umesemaje?’ I responded. ‘Kwani hii muda yote nimeongea hujaskia kitu’ she inquired. ‘Pole, unasemaje?’ she started walking up stairs. You know how women behave wakiboeka. Midway up the stair case, Rita told me not to escort her to her house.’Unajua msichana alirudi leo’ she said. ‘Ndio, uliniambia asubui’ I confirmed. She was referring to Beatrice Biyaki the Kisii church girl I told you about. ‘Wee enda ulale tupatane kesho’ she concluded as she disappeared into darkness.
Rita sounded angered. She has never treated me this way before. I knew the reason however. I was sad too. I went back to the parking lot. As I almost got to house C’s window I saw a woman eves dropping the conversation. She signalled me, by placing a finger on the lips, to keep quiet. I fidgeted slowly to join her. It was Mama Mesh of house B. The one who owns a Salon and Kinyozi. I have never seen her husband around as well.
“Nimekaa hapa siku mbili na nimeona mna shida..umebadilika kabisa’, a male voice was scolding from the inside. ‘Kabla niende Somali maisha yetu yalikua vizuri…nimerudi na hakika wee si yule Bibi niliyemwacha hapa…hukuni hug, hunipakulii chakula, umeshinda umetizama Tv siku nzima…hunijulii hali…nikijaribu kukugusa usiku unatupanisha mkono wa kwangu….simu yako umeeka password..hureply txt zangu…kwani Khadija umepata mpenzi mwingine?’ the man roared. That’s when it hit me its Khadijas husband. I guessed it’s the one in Somali.
But how soon have they started scolding each other? I just left here minutes ago and all was mellow..’what has happened suddenly?’ I asked myself kimoyo moyo. “Amepatikana leo”, mama Mesh whispered to me. I tapped mama mesh to the side. ‘Kwani Khadija amefanya nini?’ I asked like a new comer to the compound. ‘Huyu mwanamke ameshinda akileta wanamme hapa…kwanza juzi kuna kijana aliingiza kwa nyumba..na nilijua hii itakuja mletea shida’ Mama mesh elaborated.
‘Kwani analeta wanamme kila siku?’ I showed more concern. ‘Hapana huyu mama juzi amenipata kwa salon akaniambia ati Rita amemtaftia kijana anajua kuchimba migodi’ she said. ‘Migodi??? Kuchimba!!!! I acted surprised though I did not show it on the face. ‘Rita ni nani?’ I inquired. ‘Kuna mama alifukuza bwanake hapa juu pia, kwanza yeye ndo mbaya Zaidi. …vijana amejaza kila mahali..hata alikua anataka kijana yangu…ilibidi memchukua ushago’
Mama mesh had already killed me in the inside and she seemed not to stop pouring salt to the wound. All this while I have never seen Rita having interest in anyone but me. Mambo ya wanawake huezi jua I remembered what my grandfather told me in 1995, Bakungu mbaya
nemen’wa yabasaririe( a bird at hand is worth two in the bush).
Mama mesh was very open with me. I realised in darkness women are very open.’ Unajua kukua na kijana sio vibaya. Lakini usimlete kwa kitanda cha bwanako…ona kama wewe kijana nikikutaka nafaa nitafte guest house ama tuende mbali ambapo hatujulikani…hapa karibu ni vibaya..na haikosi hata jirani hapa aliambia mzee wake’ she continued. ‘hata mimi mzee wangu hakuagi hapa lakini siwezi kuambia ukuje kwa nyumba yangu, Mama mesh had started creating interest..huwezi jua mzee anakuja saa..’