There's something I've never understood to this day. Some years back, there was this lady I liked. We used to chat a lot, often late into the night.
Eventually, nasero and the feeling was mutual. So we started dating. It was a long-distance relationshipโI was living in Homa Bay, and she was in Nairobi. She was cute, innocent and humble.
After being paid some gig, I did 21k. We agreed that I should be the one to travel to Nairobi since she was often busy, even on weekends. As a responsible guy, I asked her where she lived, suggesting that we book a hotel room nearby so she could easily stick to her routine work schedule. But she insisted, โBabe, why waste money on a hotel when I can host you?โ It made sense though, hata kama nyumba hulipi hufai kutoa omethe but i still agreed, I am a risk taker, sijui kwa nini sijakua millionaire, though I jokingly asked if it would be safe. She assured me, โTrust me. This is my place, and I pay for it myself.โ
Very much excited, I traveled to Nairobi. I arrived in the CBD around 6:20 PM, got her some giftsโa pair of sandals and two dressesโand then took one of those green buses to Kayole. She gave me directions and told me sheโd send someone to pick me up at the drop-off point.
When I arrived, a tall guy approached me and asked, โAre you Fred?โ I replied, โYeah, itโs me, bro.โ He helped carry my bag, asked me about my journey, and walked me to the house. At first, I thought he was a caretaker or neighbor helping me find my way to her place. But to my surprise, he sat down right there with me, continued with the small talk of asking about my trip, and even inquired about Homa Bay. I was still stunned but went along with the conversation, thinking he might be her brother or something.
Meanwhile, she was busy cooking and asked if Iโd like to take a shower. She even took my bag to the main bedroom. The guy, still friendly, showed me where the shower was and handed me a clean towel and sandals.
Fast forward, we had a great meal. I changed into my shorts and T-shirt, fresh and ready to relax with my new babe. Then, after dinner, she started the introductions.
โFred, this is my husband, John. John, this is my friend Fred from Homa Bay, the one I was telling you about.โ At that moment, I froze...... what the huck๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ I didnโt know what to do or say. I managed to mumble, โYes, John, Iโm Fred from Homa Bay sofiaโ
John replied, โNice to meet you, bro. Feel at home.โ I am telling you, I was definitely not feeling at home! My heart was racing...
It was a two-bedroom house, and soon it was bedtime. She escorted me to her bedroomโyes, the main bedroom she shared with her husband, complete with their wedding photo on the dressing table. She said, โFred, have a good nightโs sleep. Weโll talk tomorrow,โ and gave me a friendly peck on the cheek. I was beyond confused and uneasy... At this point i could not do or say anything. Dhoga nomoko.
Then, shortly after, John came in and said, โBro, weโll be sharing the bed tonight. I hope thatโs okay.โ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ I mean, did I even have a choice? It was his house, already it's clocking midnight. But I couldnโt help but wonderโwhy was his wife sleeping in the other room while I shared a bed with this gaidi?
Story continues tomorrow....