From the onset, let it be known that any future reference to the material of this story will not be welcome. I have previously denied countless times and will deny in fututre. I may even deny it at the end of this narration. It therefore never happened.
I was a young man of the ages when blood pumps fast and furious. Working in the mines south of Voi amidst the beasts that prowl the Tsavo west game reserve. Now, unless we are newly acquited worthy friends, you may remember that women were never allowed anywhere near the mines due to their red thigh attributes. Its also well within your know that men cant survive much without their weekly or fortnightly dose of a climb. The women on the other hand, out of the goodness of their heart, offered to render their services at reasonble bargains close by in a town called Kasighau. But they were not many. The women i mean. About thirty odd ladies of different shapes, sizes, extraction and attraction. But the men, all mascular and dark and united by greed for gems, were many. Very many in deed
The scramble for the women during the mid month and end month climbing rituals was as aggressive as it was fearsome. To secure a climb, one needed to plot thickly and patiently wait in line. An exclusive climb was almost unheard of especially during month end. It was normal practice to book two or three ladies at intervals that allowed your batteries to recharge failing which you were left high and hard. The ladies, intent on serving as many clients as humanly possible, did their best to accomodate the large numbers by employing time tested methods and practices that guaranteed the shortest time spent by a client huffing and puffing ontop of her. Am certain that every man over thirty and every woman over twenty is aware of the many buttons that can be flicked for a speedy trip to Cum town.
On this particular day, an end month, i was holled up at Kwa Haruni pub, sipping Mpangala waiting for my date. For reasons privy to those ardent readers of Mabenda4, i was able to secure an exclusive climb, a short, plumb, newlly arrived yellow yellow from Kathosweni Machakos county. She was the latest entry in the service market and worked as a waiter at one of the three eateries in the town. She was a beauty. Meaning, she had a good juicy butt. Not much can be said about the face and nursers though. To be fair, all the service ladies were of moderate looks. That was not suprising considering that mostly they were young mothers from poor back grounds and poorer education escaping from a harsh past to trade with and in the barest of resources. But there were exemptions and extremes.
On the upside, there were two exceptionally endowed beauties who would, even today, rival any modern model. They were both called Mueni. On the other extreme, there was Grace. Now, much can and has been said of Grace but even that, can never be much. See, Grace was not a female lady. She was female. And that is the much that should be said of her. That is unless one ventured beyond to outline the Moses/Pharaoh pitch black dark color, short shrubby sickly brown hair tufts, spiral ears winged across a queerly steep and furrowed forehead, waterly brownish eyes, a normal nose, extra large mouth concealing yellow. . . (forget it) The head was propped atop some very wide manly shoulders between which was the flattest chest ever imagined. What were ones her boobs were now deflated balloons that fell headlong towards her food depraved belly. (excuse me, i dont wish to paint her any further.) she also spoke in unnatural gauky voice and spent every waking moment chewing Miraa. But she had a very kind heart. She didnt handle much climbing obviously, except on those late night drunken stupor blunders that no man can ever claim to be innocent of.
Any who, back to me seated sipping Mpangala waiting for the newly arrived yellow yellow. She had promised to present her juicy butt for due climbing right after the hotel clossed for the night at around midnight. It was almost a month since my last climb seeing that i had skipped the mid moth outing due to some drilling we were doing at the mine in readiness for blasting. (NSIS, get off my back. I know nothing regarding any blasting) i was thus very hard. Hard. Mind boggling hard waiting for her. But she didnt show up. I later learnt that a fellow miner had offered her his full months wages and she had caved in. I was left high and dry without a pussy to be had for money or bully. I was doomed. By the time i stopped looking for her, every availabe hooker was pegged with the last client for the night. Hell. Didnt i beat a corner and find Grace alone seated on shop steps chewing miraa. Right before my eyes, she transformed into the juiciest morsel of ass ever known. I placed 200 on her claw like fingers and we staggered to my room. What followed i will deny till hell. It was the worst cat. And friends, it never happened.
