Too many nice Kikuyu
girls end up getting married to Luhya men, way too many.
If you don’t believe
this, just do your own research and get back to me. The fact is that we could
debate for long hours as to what the real reasons for this are. So to cut a
long story short and to put forward my point as to what the real reason for
this is, DAILY EXPRESS presents to you a true story.
Njeri was a beautiful
girl by any means and really yearned for marriage. She looked innocent enough
but it was just as well people could never read her mind to know what was going
on inside there most of the time. Were this possible, they would have been more
than shocked. She just thought about sex all the time and finding the right man
to cool down all the burning she felt inside. Somebody to quench the fires
regularly.
But there was one thing
that she knew already. That man would not be from the house of Mumbi. She had
already had more than a few sexual experiences with a few boys in the village
and frankly they left a lot to be desired. To avoid starting a tribal war of
words in this good entertainment magazine, let me just say they had no idea
what they were doing and usually it would be over before it even began. You
nice girls out there know exactly what I am talking about.
That is one of the
reasons why Njeri was very excited when she finally got a chance to come to the
city in the sun in search of employment. Deep in her heart she knew that her
real mission was to find “the one.’ But sadly everything started off on the
wrong footing. She ended up staying with an auntie who treated her like a 6year
old. Any mere whiff of male company anywhere near her would send the woman into
her tantrums threatening to send Njeri back to the village in Muranga where she
had come from. Obviously Njeri hated this, but was patient hoping that somehow her
big break would come one day.
Meanwhile through a
former schoolmate, she managed to get a temporary job at a construction site
not far from the famous Ngara market. The job was pretty boring and involved
keeping track of building materials at the site. Still it paid weekly and the
money was good enough for her to move out of her strict aunt’s house to start
life on her own which would obviously make it much easier for her to meet the
man of her dreams.
She was still searching
but there was nothing of interest in the construction site. Njeri was very
particular. Her men had to be good looking and clean. None of the men who
always smelt of stale sweat at the construction interested her.
However she always seemed
to catch the supervisor staring at her. Frankly she could have thrown up. The
man was too big and reminded her of the movie King Kong. But what really put
her off was his noise. It looked like somebody had pressed it on a frying pan
shortly after he had been born. Njeri would laugh alone when she thought about
it.
But the man never gave up
chasing. Many times he would invite Njeri for a soda but she would politely
decline. She was no fool. The man was the supervisor and could get her fired if
he wanted to. But although she knew what the man really wanted, she was sure
that she was not interested. She used her draconian rules auntie to good effect
and managed to keep the brute a bay.
However, one day there
was a matatu strike and everything changed. Usually as soon as it was 5, Njeri
would head straight for the matatu stage. She did not want to offend her auntie
because she could find a place to live if she did. At least not yet. So on this
day when the matatus bad gone on strike, Njeri panicked. What would she do? She
was terrified of her auntie and she somehow needed to get home to Umoja as soon
as possible (and it was not a walking distance from Ngara). She was standing there
rather confused when the supervisor came out of the gate rattling the office
keys in his hands.
Njeri did not like the
smile on his face. if a lion was able to smile, it would be the sort of smile
that would on it’s face after cornering some poor defenseless gazelle. But
Njeri’s options were very limited indeed on this day. He quickly reassured her
that he would get a taxi for her which would drop her at her door step in Umoja
and he would pay for it. And then he suggested that they take a brief walk to a
nearby hotel where the taxis were very cheap.
The supervisor whose name
was Bruce (not his real name of course) reassured her and did his best to calm
her down as they walked slowly towards the hotel. Surely her evil auntie would
understand that the matatus had gone on strike, he repeatedly told her. After
all it would be all over the news in the evening.
They reached the hotel
and went straight to the taxi place. Bruce talked briefly to one of the taxi
drivers although Njeri could not hear what they were saying. he came back and
told her that the driver he was looking for who was his friend had gone to drop
another client and would soon be back. He casually suggested that they wait
inside the hotel.
Now Njeri had come from
the village just the other day and she was still a bit slow in sensing a man’s
trap. She swallowed the bait and followed Bruce inside the hotel. She did not
even find anything strange in the fact that they passed the reception where
there were several comfortable seats that they would have sat on and waited.
And they went straight into the hotel bar. It was early and it was not yet that
crowded.
Bruce bought her some
chips and a soda which she thoroughly enjoyed. You have to give it to the guy.
He was very smooth and Njeri did not stand a chance. She only realized what was
going on when she was already in one of the rooms in the hotel. But even then
the buy kept on playing his game. With a key safely in his pocket he told her
that he was having a quick shower and then they would be on their way to get a
taxi for her. This time she started having her doubts. She told him that she
was going to scream of he tried to rape
her.
Bruce had played this
game for a long time and casually had his shower with the room key very close.
He finished and came out of the bathroom with only a towel over his waste.
Njeri was cowering at the door and decided that there was no way out of this
one but to scream at the top of her voice.
Bruce casually walked up
to where she was and before she could scream grabbed her and started kissing
her. The man was strong and with her hands firmly in his grasp there was
nothing she could do. But there was no denying the fact that it was strangely
exicting being overpowered by him like that.
The man was big,
everywhere and what followed was an experience that Njeri had been looking for
all her life. This was no village boy
looking for a selfish quickie. Before she knew what was happening she was
thoroughly enjoying what was going on. It was a case of the lust at first sex.
They did not leave the
hotel room until 9 pm. in the night. Njeri was not the terrified of her auntie
now, something had changed forever. She had found what she had been looking for
in the most unlikely place. Bruce got a taxi for her and she went fo face the
wrath of her auntie who complained and said she had been worried sick but
acknowledged that indeed there had been a matatu strike.
Bruce and Njeri have now
been married for almost 25years.
They have two children
and the son has inherited the pancake nose but these days Njeri finds it rather
cute.
I’ll now give you some
homework to go and do. Find out from all the nice Kikuyu girls married to
Luhyas how it happened. You will find that they fell in lust alter an encounter
between the sheets. There is no denying that Luhya men know how to treat women
in bed and they cannot be resisted, even if they have pancake noses, once a
poor kikuyu lady has ended up in their bed.
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