The Power Of Brookies

Yesterday I saided that my tree and heart refuses to know when I see bare brookies or excess cleavage. Although I was dogogio bad when I wrote that, I remembered another story that happened many years ago. The story involved sharp brookies and a Cambodian persons.

I happened to be beating dogogio with some sun like cambodian persons last night until early this morning. I reminded the persons a fact that no tiita in this whole world can equal of Cambodian's. Thats a fact and even Theuri and Akuku agreed with me and that they have never seen an orangutan Cambodian persons. Most of them have natural beauty. Another fact is that all or most Cambondians persons know how to hold josto once inside their tiitas. They know how to strangle it once inside. Real strangling like the way a bouncer can strangle you in a bar for falling on people's drinks. Although Theuri saided that these days, these young generation of ukuyus also know how to strangle josto once inside (huraaah), it reminded me a story of many years that involved brookies and a cambodian.

One time when I was living in the then Mungiki and thiefs infested Kaiobangi North. The two used to compete who would slaughter more people than the other per day. It was a single roomed house and my room was direct opposite sinks of washing utensils.

There was this Cambondian ka persons housegirl that never used to wear bra and her brookies were so sharp that even without a bra, they were not falling down. She, like many original Kambodians looked like sun and with big thutha, but she was very very short. Standing, she reached me at waist. I was not sure of her age, but she had passed 18 years only small. I used to ukia but because she was a housegirl, head was telling me not to even think of thinking climbing.

One Sunday afternoon, she was washing utensils there at the sink and I was cooking meat. I removed out to sink to draw small water as well as to see brookies life life. When I reached near her, she telled me;

"Aki Wanjoi si uniitie nyaama?"

I smilled small and looked at brookie and first refused to know what to say. Shyly, I saided, "twede tukure"

In head, I was thinking it was only a joke because there was no way I could let her enter my house because one, it was a shame and two, her boss used to look like she could murder even Mungish single handedly. You know those that look bad, even when they are not bad.

I telled her again we go. I saw her look that side and that side to make sure no one was seeing. When I entered house, she followed me.

I removed meat from stove and putted in two plates and we started eating. When I looked at her brookies again, tree stretched until knee level.

To cut story short, small we found ourselves without clothes. In head, I was thinking that she has never been split because she also looked innocent. When I came on top and positioned tree in tiita, I felt her short legs surround my back and held me tight.

When I inserted, to be honest, it was another sand papered tiita. Tree inside, it got strangled by muscles of tiita, then mbus. With each pump, she would swing herself like when one is dancing Lingala and strangle tree more, sometimes releasing her grip on my back and hitting my spinal code with her legs. As usual when you are climbing such a tiita, I did not last even 2 minutes.

But even after pouring, she was not stopping to swing and strangle the now deflated tree. I tried to flee myself from her grip at my back but where. She did that until she poured.

After, she returned clothes, the next hard task was how to remove from my house. When she was about to come out, somebody was passing. After small time I telled her to enter a sack I remove her from my house in that sack and deposit her near sink.

I then removed to a chemist nearby and boughted Postino 2 and made sure she drank it as I was seeing with my eyes. But she assured me that even if she does not drink it, her days were safe.

After that, every other house girl in the plot of 5 floors knewed I had climbed her. But on a positive note, they all wanted to also come and onja meat that I used to cook daily. I got so shamed in that plot because even housewifes were telled that I am the one that climbs their housegirls and ivin them money and when they were seeing me cimb stairs, they used to spit saliva. I even was forced to move out, though it was a lie, I only climbed that one and once only.

But even today, when I remember the game I got from her, I ukia. And its not okiaring small, real hard on. But Theuri telled us yesterday that real Cambodians get trained by aunties and Grannies how to swing and strangle. How true that is, only Stephen Musyoka can attest.

I am,

Dagitari Onjohi.
Snr. Gyno.
River Road Inc.