Lemme share with you how I solved an embarrassing dilemma. We had a good time in my crib with this shawty after a long evening of ‘wasting’ ourselves in the superb clubs of Chuka. Since the devil is always a liar and attacks when you less expect, my girl texted me that she was on her way to visit me. Being a critical thinker, I had to find a way to get rid of this shawty. I gave her numerous excuses including how I was called for an emergency to go and see a friend in hospital but she insisted on waiting as she sleeps. Out of ideas, I told her that my brother had been attacked by a dangerous gang in Ndagani market and I had to hide since they could come and harm me as well but shawty took a knife and said if they come she would deal with them( she was from Nyeri).
I almost gave up when an idea popped up. This was a matter between love and life. I was not ready to lose the love of my life over a shawty I met at a campus freshers night. I have a friend named Lenny who is more of a gay but not gay. He is more into men but when he gets tipsy he craves for women. I know you are confused as to what kind of man he is just as I am. I called him and explained everything to him in kiluhya and without much ado, my boy was on the way. He lived a few blocks away which gave me time to take a quick shower (without soap) before he arrived.
He came and out of options, I had to act like his gay partner. I was uncomfortable with the way he called me “babe” but there was more to that, my determination to get rid of this shawty out of my crib.
She offered to join us in a threesome but my nigga stood firm and said he wanted to have some good private time with me. The thought of Lenny taking it seriously and shoving it in my sewerage system left me worried though I had vowed to knock the shit out of him if he played behind my back.
Out of what to do, the girl had to leave. I could see disappointments in her face. You Know how campus girls feel when they had planned to spend a weekend with you, especially when you have a two-seater, a screen, and a laptop?
When she had left, Lenny and I shared a joint for his commentable play in saving my love. He was a good actor and he never let his interest in men take over him. The shawty who was also a student at Chuka lived to tell how I was gay and my notorious Mr. Sam couldn’t stand in front of the opposite gender. Her friends who knew me protected my good name but they were also curious to confirm what their gang member was saying. One by one they confirmed and gave different results depending on how much I behaved. Thanks to her, I had a taste of all seven of them in the name of confirming. They all gave different testimonies and relieved me of the wave of dry spell that semester.
Shame took over her after realizing that I was playing my safe cards and couldn’t allow her to ruin what I had built. She is now a good friend of mine and we both got saved and go to the same church
by Peter Nasibu