As was his habit running back
several years, Mr. Kinyua called beforehand to book 'his usual room'. The
receptionist was not a bit surprised and neither feigned it, in spite of it being
1.30pm. She did not even ask for his name or credentials. Clearly she has dealt
with this customer on previous countless times.
Mr. Kinyua must have selected this motel for his sexcapades for very practical
reasons. It was isolated but not too removed from the town centre, where
everyone knew him. He could quickly dash there, get done with his business and
be back to the office or home. There was even a time he had left an ongoing
political rally and managed to get back before his slot for speaking.
You see, Mr. Kinyua was not your ordinary resident and businessman -he was a wealthy man with vast business interests and connections. He could not walk for a few metres without someone acknowledging him or stopping him for small talk. He financed politicians and set the political direction for his locality.
But he also had his primal needs and desires.
And those needs needed to be fulfilled this very afternoon.
And so he heaved his short, rotund and overfed figure into one of his less known cars and sped off in the direction of the motel.
Within 5 minutes he was in, through the back gate normally reserved for staff. And like he had done many times before, more like a force of nature, he fished from his glove compartment and popped his 2 magic pills then proceeded to wash them down with the mineral water he had been sipping.
He then climbed out of his car and took the short walk to his reserved room, at an isolated corner. At this time there was no activity here and he loved the discretion.
He could already feel the blood rushing and summoning his tool of trade to duty. He thought of the girl he was about to meet. She had been a hard nut, that one, and it had taken 55 days to get her here. He could not even keep tabs of the money he had spent on her trying to mellow her heart. He had even had to employ her boyfriend at her insistence. Of course the boyfriend had no idea what needed to take place for him to beat 5 other candidates for the position of Fleet Supervisor. He was just too happy bringing the bacon home.
Mr. Kinyua smiled contentedly, thinking to himself that nothing comes easy. He had practically built his business empire from scratch and had put in many extra hours to learn basic spoken and written English. Simply put, he was a born hustler. It is this spirit of never giving up that saw him built an impressive list of conquests, no matter what it took.
You see, Mr. Kinyua was not your ordinary resident and businessman -he was a wealthy man with vast business interests and connections. He could not walk for a few metres without someone acknowledging him or stopping him for small talk. He financed politicians and set the political direction for his locality.
But he also had his primal needs and desires.
And those needs needed to be fulfilled this very afternoon.
And so he heaved his short, rotund and overfed figure into one of his less known cars and sped off in the direction of the motel.
Within 5 minutes he was in, through the back gate normally reserved for staff. And like he had done many times before, more like a force of nature, he fished from his glove compartment and popped his 2 magic pills then proceeded to wash them down with the mineral water he had been sipping.
He then climbed out of his car and took the short walk to his reserved room, at an isolated corner. At this time there was no activity here and he loved the discretion.
He could already feel the blood rushing and summoning his tool of trade to duty. He thought of the girl he was about to meet. She had been a hard nut, that one, and it had taken 55 days to get her here. He could not even keep tabs of the money he had spent on her trying to mellow her heart. He had even had to employ her boyfriend at her insistence. Of course the boyfriend had no idea what needed to take place for him to beat 5 other candidates for the position of Fleet Supervisor. He was just too happy bringing the bacon home.
Mr. Kinyua smiled contentedly, thinking to himself that nothing comes easy. He had practically built his business empire from scratch and had put in many extra hours to learn basic spoken and written English. Simply put, he was a born hustler. It is this spirit of never giving up that saw him built an impressive list of conquests, no matter what it took.
He hustled his way into the
room; got in and quickly closed it. He had expected to find his quarry waiting,
having given her the address of the motel, but he was not very worried about
that. She was definitely on her way. No way could she let her boyfriend lose
his job.
He expeditiously stripped to his boxer shorts, lay on the bed and sent a text to his quarry "nimefika uko wapi harakisha" and continued to lay back marveling at his large boner and visualizing all the creative ways it would be put to use.
Three minutes later a text message; he quickly rushed to pick his phone and instead knocked it down where it disintegrated into many components. Fuming at himself, he salvaged the battery, cover and main body and put it together, switched it on and waited for it to start up.
He expeditiously stripped to his boxer shorts, lay on the bed and sent a text to his quarry "nimefika uko wapi harakisha" and continued to lay back marveling at his large boner and visualizing all the creative ways it would be put to use.
Three minutes later a text message; he quickly rushed to pick his phone and instead knocked it down where it disintegrated into many components. Fuming at himself, he salvaged the battery, cover and main body and put it together, switched it on and waited for it to start up.
“Please enter pin: …….” It
implored
He racked his old brains trying to remember the little number. He had always relied on his son to handle his phone issues.
“1234”
“Wrong pin. 2 attempts left! Please enter the correct pin”
“2580”
“Wrong pin. 1 attempt left! Please enter the correct pin”
He was now truly worried. And the pin was the least of his worries.
Suddenly he had started to feel drowsy and cold. Then as if on cue, a sharp pain gripped his rib cage like a vice. Clutching on to his chest, he took deep breaths and coughed loudly, remembering a pamphlet he had read on how to cope with suspected heart attacks. The pain subsided briefly but came back with the force of an angry ram.
With the pain not letting up, he lumbered towards the door, managed to open it but tumbled just outside face down and fell into nothingness…
He racked his old brains trying to remember the little number. He had always relied on his son to handle his phone issues.
“1234”
“Wrong pin. 2 attempts left! Please enter the correct pin”
“2580”
“Wrong pin. 1 attempt left! Please enter the correct pin”
He was now truly worried. And the pin was the least of his worries.
Suddenly he had started to feel drowsy and cold. Then as if on cue, a sharp pain gripped his rib cage like a vice. Clutching on to his chest, he took deep breaths and coughed loudly, remembering a pamphlet he had read on how to cope with suspected heart attacks. The pain subsided briefly but came back with the force of an angry ram.
With the pain not letting up, he lumbered towards the door, managed to open it but tumbled just outside face down and fell into nothingness…
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Many days after the funeral, his son came across his father’s phone tucked away among the clothes he had been wearing. He switched it on and entered the pin - his intention being to return calls and messages from his late fathers’ friends and business partners -who may have been unaware of his demise.
As he combed through the messages he landed on this curious one:
Many days after the funeral, his son came across his father’s phone tucked away among the clothes he had been wearing. He switched it on and entered the pin - his intention being to return calls and messages from his late fathers’ friends and business partners -who may have been unaware of his demise.
As he combed through the messages he landed on this curious one:
“Xaxa,
huu m2 wa 2k2k anadai hajui venye hio motel iko. Nipgie sna kredo”
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