Some things still remain strange to me. Can only be possible in a movie. I know this topic will make some of you want to kill me but married persons are getting climbed at an alarming rate. I personally can never climb a married person knowingly. I am not saying i have never. If i lie, i am of devil.
The chief reason is that my grandfather told me that it makes no sense to eat for your friend when there are so many unmarried persons of out that are looking for jostos all over. The other reason is, a married person would hardly allow you to climb her with makobosto. Since they have been used to getting climbed without, only one in a 100 would allow you to climb them with makobosto. If my statistics are wrong, then i am of devil. But i am not saying i have never, and i am not saying that i have.
On Tuesday, i was having summit lager with Theuri and others in some home pub around my hood. As usual, a day must end with small topic on persons of out. What i heard made me be collected on the table.
We were discussing about PM's. We were saying, PM's are like babies. They become what you teach them. If you show them to sit on your head, they will definitely sit on your head. If you show them that you are the kind that shake nyees ovyo ovyo, they will forever sit on your head. If you show them it is ok to nag you with endless calls at 11pm when you are watching the team that walks with thuruari on head getting climbed by Manchester United, she will forever nag you. But each pm is unique. You cant 'teach' your pm same way i teach mine. Remember the story of hyna and wamafuku?
As we were discussing, Theuri said how men have many problems with pms. He said "Nie makite atia. kuri andu me thina ma i. Kanda neibor yakwa irahaicirwo muka ni kamundu gathakagira harambee stars. Kanda irendaga kumute turamira kana tiita ni irakuirwo kana iri o hau. Yauga iri o hau, turamira ihorere. Ituri? ituriee' (I have makad so much. There are people with problems. My neibor was climbed his pm by a person that plays for harambee stars. He wanted to throw her. I asked him, did that guy go with tiita or it is still there. He said tiita is till there. I told him to come down. "
It is that statement that opened a can of worms. It is wrong to write this but I will try to be as modest as possible. One guy shot up and told us his experience.
The event happened on December 12, 2006. As he was going to town with his pm in the afternoon, a pal called him and told him that his car got an accident the previous night and had been towed to Kabete police station. He wanted him to take him to the police station to view the damaged car.
When he reached town, he told his pm that he was going to assist his pal. The pm asked him when he will be back and said that in the evening.
He went and picked his pal and headed to Kabete. After viewing the car, they dropped at Njugunas to have lunch and two for the road. After few drinks, the guy told him to told him to drop him off at his home in Kasarani.
When they reached Kasarani, the guy told him they could have two at a place called Monaco.
They entered Monaco and ordered their drinks. As were drinking, from far, he saw something that made him refuse to know himself. He saw a person that looked like his pm with another man and another person having a very hearty discussion.
He started to shake all over.. nyees, toes and even his hair. He tried to swallow beer but when it reached throat, it refused to go further. He started to see darkness and refused to know why he was dreaming on daytime.
His instinct told him to eat njaro small. After small time, he saw the man grab his pm and kissed her kiss small. Then, under the table, he saw the man insert hand and pinched tiita.
Unable to tolerate further, he rose and and jumped over the tables, killing glasses and bottles. He grabbed the man by the collar and punched him hard until two teeth removed. The man fell on the ground, still refusing to know why alshabaad have resorted to such antics, instead of suicide bombing.
When the pm saw that, she removed from that place like lightening as the guy kicked and punched the hapless guy, even in nyees.
To cut the long story short, there there, a 'happy marriage' ended there there. The guy that was banging his pm was the boss to his pm. And the boss could not continue with this guy.I have met this person many times in clubs, she looks like sun, big thutha and talks good. But since she once belonged to my friend, i cant borow. Again, niethicithirie muno riu. Looks like sun. To view her profile.. click http://facebook.com/profile.php?=73322363
This is where my advise comes in handy to married pms. People will climb you only when you are married. But when you get thrown out, they run for their lives. It is easier and cheaper to climb a married person than a thrown one. A thrown one will come with responsibilities.
And for men, if your work is akoho, you dont climb your pm, she will be climbed by persons you least expect. The accountant that pays them. And it starts very slowly. He will start by hitting the butt small when she is passing. She will tell the accountant 'wewe, unajua mimi nimeolewa" Thats how it starts. Soon, she will be the one to start borrowing the accountant.
But a rather unique case here.
It can get sadder than thIS. Another guy , after he realised his pm was being banged, instead of throwing her, he went and looked for the pm of the banger. He told the pm about the relationship between his pm and her husband. They resolved to be climbanaring too. Tit for tat can never get that worse, can it?.
But after small time, the guy of the banged wife was rubbed work. Since he had married a mukabete, she ran away from the now jobless man. The banger man rented a house for the pm of this guy. Because the guy has no job and is even getting hungry of food of stomach, he resorted to beg the pm to accept him back. going back, in a house being paid by another man. The sad thing is, the man that bangs his pm is the one that pays rent. The man even openly comes to the house and bangs her, in his knowledge. The pm tells him that she is getting banged by the the renter of the house, and the poor boy can do nothing. Real story, though only possible in a movie.
Afrosinema continues shortly....
I remain,
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