To begin with, the journey with this lady began after a hi message that I had got from her. I came to know her after smashing her aunt called Salo who used to give her cookie at Milano Hotel Ronald Ngala Street -Nairobi. I asked the girl how she got my contacts and she told me that she got the contact after her aunt swapped her line into her phone that's where my contacts were retrieved. I started chatting with Hafsa and we got head over heels coz she is a good text hoe and to pour the mtama for the chicken to be slaughtered I decided to help her out of her problem at the moment which was to own a mobile phone and I sent her 13K. She bought the phone an oppo and she sent me the pic of the phone and the receipt of the payment and now this confirmed my doubts that I have found an eternal sweet pu**y. We plan on having a meet up and blow it up in between the sheets and oops the day sets in and we meet at Lazarus hotel Moi avenue for the bed thrills that got me up as a Mf. days now moves into weeks and the lady starts complaining that she doesnot eat superghetti and she goes on hunger, so I decided to pick up the burden and be sending her 500 bob for her to have something on her stomach since she used to live with their family kwa bedsitter Eastliegh. We continued with the meet ups in town , then one day during the meetups she tells me that her father is not happy with our relationship since the girl is doing a zin which is very bad in Islam and that we are suppossed to do Nikkah(pardon my wording) ,this is an islam wedding. so I agree to eat since this mali ni safi. We plan for the nikkah and I am urged to put my finances in order since the aptiyo (this is like a pastor in Islam)will be required to part with 12K . So I say to myself 12K aint shit so I put the finances in order plus 3K for the meals that will be prepared on that day of the Nikkah. We move to the day of the Nikkah. We meet in town Jamia mosque and we are told to produce our national identification cards and the lady says that she left it at home. The guy smelt a rat and asked the lady if she had been married before she said Yes and he then proceeded and questioned did you have the divorce letter she said no . The guy said I cannot officiate such non-sense and we were chased from Jamia Mosque. The aptiyo looked for an alternative and this had to be 12th street Eastliegh, there's an office that pitishia marriages bila maswali mingi.. We arrived in Eastliegh and we pertook the movements to the lady's home where I was converted to Islam and given the name Mahir from Jamia Mosque, we meet an old sheikh and the aptiyo did the talking in a language siku elewa and the cousin to the lady was the witness to the lady and also my witness and this was done on a blank piece of paper using a biro.We leave Eastliegh and now since the lady has now become my ''wife'' she has to move into the husbands house. She puts her shit together and she moves in with a kid from her 1st marriage but I dont mind since I was getting good sex and the kid is not an issue to school. After 2weeks the lady starts violency that donot have grounds and at one point in time we found ourselves at Donholm police post there Total past curfew hours that time she wanted to stab me that kwanini mapenzi yangu imepungua and that ameota nilikuwa na cheat I wondered what bafoolery is this. The police said we will not write anything, I go and sort my family issues with my wife nyumbani nikasema sawa .Fwd we started having night long baseless arguements that put me up to the morning and one day at 2:00am she asked me for Talaka and this is where my instincts told me that I am headed for dip shit. I had to seek for a fast solution to all this dramas unfolding. Thanks to Kikuyu Council of Elders , I got help from one of the members and he got his machinery and we tapped into the mobile network of the lady and we got to learn that the lady was to start an arguement and quickly take a knife and stab me to death
if that fails they were to move in and get a guy who will slit my throat , when I am down lying dead.. there was a motorbike which was on standby to take my body to Karikor and have my body creameted at around 4:00AM.
if that fails they were to move in and get a guy who will slit my throat , when I am down lying dead.. there was a motorbike which was on standby to take my body to Karikor and have my body creameted at around 4:00AM.