So, you are damn sure you’re in a perfect relationship. Well, ahhh, not perfect, perfect but perfect enough in the sense that you’re almost 99% (like an Emergency pill) that none of you is “eating” outside. You’re safe, so you believe.
But out of the blue, you decide to check his phone…ofcos, bad idea. There’s always something to find, something to make your heart bungee-jump and the next thing your mind does is make some quick flashes. Do I have the Virus? Who…TF is gonna swallow those drugs on a daily habitual …shit! But somehow, your mind relaxes, maybe the Virus is not the least of your concerns…you can’t die now. People live long…your biggest worry is being “carried like a child” (kubebwa wana). You are shaking.
You wanna get his side of the story, you don’t wanna take a knife just yet. Heck, you might spend your whole life in Lang’ata Womens, and no, you cant survive the likes of Nerfertities in there. You are sure both your holes will no longer work properly. You let it slide. Furthermore, you have weak hands, the dude will eventually overpower you anyways. Again, you let it slide.
His side:
He admits it was just a joke and it never even happened, (Deny Deny Deny)
Smiles and apologizes for the “joking texts”
She’s just an office bugger, she’s nothing…not as smart as you.
You decide to call the bish…(bad idea)
5.Unajishuku kama ulisoma hizo text vizuri BTW…(your mind starts deleting one letter at a time)
Unajiuliza WTF maybe I am thinking to much…you let it slide,
So, after a while you sit thinking, I have even done some Algorithms for the discrete logarithm problem on elliptic curves and yet the man’s D**** created another linear equation and I believed it didn’t.
Am a fool!
The best peace of mind and comfort a woman can have is to live with a false idea/illusion that your man is likely to cheat faced with immense desire and vice versa…
hapana am not her. But I do miss her here