Given by Force By a HOT Hot Thing...

I am not sure if any of you have ever been given by force, but the killing of Osama yesterday reminded of an incident back in 2001. It was a year or so after i graduated with Bachelors of Microsoft Word and Access from University of Universal college, for those who dont know i wented to university.  After 'graduating', i did not wait to be employed, i started a small business of Simu ya Jamii. It was a hot thing then, making around two hundred bob profit per day or so which was enough because i was not climbing people then.  In that business, i met many people of many types, thin, thick, tall short and voluptuous (yes, i know big English). One of my voluptuous customer was called Njoki** (not real name). To be honest, even today, i have never seen such a beautiful woman (except my wife and you).  Her eyes looked like those that had been crying, red red and when they look at you, you feel like climbing. The other notable feature was her 36D brookside. Her voice was so soft, could remove snake from hole.

Njoki was due to travel to USA on September 12 at night but before she board plane, some guy called Osama (now deceased according to US records and buried in Sea) bombed Twin Towers. All travel by air to America was stopped until when fire stops stops. She had just resigned from her high flying job of secretarial and reception of a top lawyer in this country to go for greener pastures in America. 

She used to come to my shop and make calls and one day in evening on Friday, i beat her joke that we go to my house and she agreed. She waited until i closed shop at 8 and thinking she will reach me at stage and she go away, she did not. It was supposed to be a joke but how wrong was I. 

Those days, i was not eating people at all, leave alone people of class.  One girl I was eating was one Mueni who was staying one floor down my flat and it was not like eating because i ate twice in 6 months. I was living next to my cuzo who was well oiled then. Knowing that Njoki was way class above me, i knew there was no way i could borrow her, leave alone being given or to smell. So, i called my cuzo and told him "Ithe, niukwenda mundu uhana rioa?" (do u want person that look like sun) and he said yes. I told will be bringing him a person in a short time. When one is young, successful and handsome, you dont fear any woman that comes your way. That was the case of my cuzo. Again, he had degree in Art (the one you draw houses for people)

Njoki in her life had never been to Kariofang'i where i used to live. She had never stepped into Stage couch in her life. That time due to tight budget, we used to prepay our monthly fare through a scheme called Megarider (dont google, you cant find it). The house i was leaving in was quite modest by those estate standard, my father was paying the house. He said he will pay house until i find muhindi to give me job.

We went to Ambdasador and boarded Kenya Fathi to Kaiofang'i, standing all through. Those days, we did not have Michuki. If yu wanted to get a seat, either yu walk all the way to Serena and board from there, all look for number 14 mat and sit down but pay more. You can imagine, Njoki standing all the way to Kariofangi?.

Fast-forward>>> To my house, i lived next to my cuzo and since he had a bigger TV than me, and he had a CD player, and i was taking Njoki to him anyway, i ushered her to his house. I went back to my house to cook.   We ate supper together in cuzos house. My cuzo is like Theuri, talk talk talk  with no ending and its like women of class dont like talkers and people that praise themselves. When i looked at things, i saw Njoki and cuzo were not entering each other, but i did not want to spoil. And in my mind, i had told myself there was no way i could even smell Njoki.

I excused myself and told her to make herself comfortable there and she should feel free with my cuzo. When it became apparent to her that i wanted her get dished by my cuzo, she came to me and telled me that if i leave her in that house, she will go to her home that night.  It is then that i told Njeri to come to my room. I went back to my cuzo and told him his has lost.

Inside my house, my mind went blank. I put Nigerian movie in my black and white TV until it turned colour because of tension. She could not stomach watching movie on a black and white tv, so she told me she wanted to sleep. The bed was next to the seat, so i just pointed the bed to her.  Thinking she will jump into bed with trouser, i saw her remvove belt, then downed the jeans, slowly with no hurry then blouse before jumping in bed. I tried looking aside, tried to think of mortuary  and dead bodies so that my tree does not think of standing because if it stand , i will not know how to borrow such a stunning chick and i hate embarrassing myself.

I stayed on seat watching movie of Nigeria but hearing nothing they say and the way their english is simple to know.  Although we also talk with her when she is in bed, i think i was talking stories of giants. After sometime, she called me

" Wanjohi, nduke tukome kai ukuona thenema kinya kiroko?" (Wanjohi, come we sleep, you will see movie until morning). I gained courage and removed clothes except boxer.  When in bed, she was sleeping facing heaven but when she hear me in bed, she turn and face my side. We talked and talked, and she wait me to touch somebody but i did not. I did not have enough courage. When she see i am not, she start to touch my josto and i get courage. I jumped on her 36D breast, removed bra and sucked them like the way my grandfather said i should not.  I was sucking like i had just been from sucking training. She got on heat and removed pantie  herself. I dont know how my fingers found their way to her hole and i feel she is fully shaven. When she got on heat too much, she told me to jump on her

Njoki: "Wanjohi, i want you. i want to feel you. Remove boxer and do me". There there, i remembered i did not have makobosto. There was no way i was going to eat somebody without makobosto. The foolish boy in my started to play defence ball

Me: " Ehh... Njoki.. you know what, i did not buy makobosto and we cant do without them. I was damn damn serious.

Njoki : "What do you mean? do i look like i am sick? " (To be honest, i thought there was a posibility of that. Why did she want to give me so bad. But i know how to counter that with sweet words.

Me: " I didnt say that baby. I am 100% sure that you are not sick. If indeed you were, Americans would not have given you Visa.

Njoki; "And why is that now? Why dont you want me to feel you? I love you, you know!"

Me: "Ehh...  you might get stomach, you know. And if you get stomach, i am not in position to take care of babies and it will spoil your chance of going to USA next month" (It was my fear also. Was not prepared to enter box. Was too young).

She turned to me and in anger, said " What do you take me for? Dont i know myself?  Sweeerie, why did you put me on fire then?  Pleeeeaasse come up. I want to feel you (now toned down) .

I looked at her and said enyewe, people with Mneck had cratches all over and dry skin, and stuff.  I jumped on her. I grinded those thing until she cry for feeling good. After i poured, she relaxed and said "Nguendaga o uguo" (Thats the only thing i wanted).

I called myself a meeting and tried to interprete her statement of "nguendaga o uguo". I told myself she just wanted to spread mneck to me. I did not have more sleep although tomorow morning, i go buy makobosto and drilled her another powerful joti, amid fears it might burst.

Two weeks later, after the fire had dried down in USA, she finally boarded aircraft. I was among the many family members and friends in  10 minibuses that escorted her to Airport. That is not news. Exactly two days later, when sitting in my 'shop', i saw figure and I immediately turned blind. Njoki was standing in door, smilling at me. I thought it was ghost or i was dreaming.  When i pinched myself and felt not dreaming, i welcomed her and gave her a seat, although still semi blind. One million ideas had already crossed my mind.  She sat and started crying and told me "Imagine i was been denied entry"

That statement alone was like confirming my worst fears. My mouth run dry and dry and i thought to myself that she was tested at the port of entry and they found traces of Mneck, thereby denying her entry.  It was after she explained to me what happened that i finaly breathed a sigh of relief. She told me that her hosts refused to pick phone when immigration officials called their residence. The reason they did not pick was that US had tightened the rules and anybody coming there at that time had to be picked from Airport by the hosts. The hosts, happened to be like what most Somalis are here, Illegal people.

From that day, i said never again will i ever respect woman feeling if i dont feel like. I will never be forced to climb somebody. It was too much stress, you know. If i dont feel like, i dont. Whether ifs feeling of getting laid or dipping further, i always ignore those feelings.  But i can change mind if the feelings involves me feeling their breasts.

I remain,

Wanjohi wa Kigogoine.