Baba Nelson had been sleeping with the maid for a few months now. Tasha was suspicious the first time she met the thick, curly-haired 18-year-old lady who was just fresh from high school. Baba Nelson told Tasha that the lady was his distant cousin but it was a lie. He said the young girl needed to make some money before she joined college so this mboch gig would really help her. Their other maid had just left. She said she was going to attend her grandmother’s funeral in Kakamega but she never came back. Funny how most maids used that lie to escape from their employers. The neighbour’s maid had also done the same thing.
Baba Nelson insisted that the new lady whose name was Koi loved children and she’d make a great maid. But that wasn’t true either. Tasha noticed that Nelson didn’t get along with Koi any better than he got along with his father.
When Baba Nelson wouldn’t offer an explanation for the time away from home and his lack of interest in their sex life, Tasha made excuses for him. She decided he was depressed about his fortieth birthday, his new boss, and her own recent five kilogram weight gain.
Then, on a Saturday morning in June, Tasha returned early from a chama meeting. When she entered the living room, she discovered Baba Nelson on his knees in front of her favorite chair, his face buried between the young maid’s thighs.
Tasha cleared her throat. “Urn—excuse me?”
Koi looked at her and smiled weakly. Baba Nelson obviously hadn’t heard. Koi tried to gently push his head away. Baba Nelson moaned and attacked her sweet cunny more vigorously like a lion tearing apart a Zebra’s intestines with its canines. Koi lay her head back on the chair and shrugged, as if to say, What can I do about it?
“Baba Nelson!” Tasha’s voice had a strange high pitch. He didn’t budge. Finally she sighed and asked Koi, “Nelson ako wapi?”
“Alienda kucheza FIFA kwa kina Jayden,” Koi answered in a slightly shaky voice. “Nilimwambia arudi saa saba.”
“Did you say something, sweet pea?” Baba Nelson finally raised his head and looked at Koi.
Koi pointed at Tasha.
Baba Nelson’s chin and cheeks were glistening in the light from the TV. He turned to look and almost collapsed.
“Be… bbbb… beee… sio venye unafikiria.”
Only then did Koi pull her legs together and stand. She brushed her skirt into place.
Tasha felt a weight on her chest. Her breathing was slow, labored.
“How long has this been going on?”
Koi looked at the ground. “Ilianza April. I’m sorry. Ni yeye alinikatia.”
Baba Nelson still hadn’t said a word.
Tasha stared at Baba Nelson and his shiny mouth. He looked like a kid who had dipped his face in a bowl of supu. He thought she was about to bring drama but she just shook her head, grabbed the car keys and left the house.
With a headache buzzing between her ears, she drove without really knowing where she was going. Tasha weighed her options. A divorce right now was out of the question. She could go home to her mother for a few days, but then she’d have to listen to her I-told-you-so’s. There were the payments on the car loan and the high rent of their house. She thought about Nelson. What would a separation do to him? This wasn’t Baba Nelson’s first infidelity. Actually, he’d been cheating on his first wife when he started dating Tasha.
That night, Baba Nelson begged her forgiveness. She cried. He held her, stroked her hair, then slowly and gently made love to her. His spear-shaped dick was fully erect. He was more excited than she’d seen him for a long time. Her headache dulled while the rest of her body responded intensely. As she came for the third time, she closed her eyes and wondered if she’d ever leave this toxic relationship. The lungula was good, always good. Whenever Baba Nelson wronged her, he’d make her come and squirt until the beddings were soaked. And she’d forget about the thing that made her mad in the first place.
The next morning, she’d wake up to wash the bed sheets and hang the mattress to dry. On the hanging line, she’d find the chatty Mama Trevor and she’d tell her that Neslon had wet the bed again.
“Huyo ni kijana mkubwa sai. Hafai kua bado anakojoa kwa kitanda. “ Mama Trevor would say.
“Ukweli. Sijui nitamfanyaje.” Tasha would respond.
Quietly, she knew that she was the one who had soaked the bed with all the excessive fluid that sprinkled out of her tight cunny.
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Tasha sent Koi back home and used all her resources to find a new sitter. One of her chama friends called Mumbi recommended someone.
“I know someone you might like better. He’s my nephew, a young man. 18 years.”
“Another 18-year-old? I don’t want these young people.” Tasha sighed.
Mumbi nodded. “He’s disciplined. And right now you need a male househelp to prevent your hubby from straying again.”
“Enyewe. What’s his name?”
His name was Denno. He was five foot ten, weighed about seventy five kilograms, had a Mohawk haircut, and wore two chains. He clearly was the Wamlambez kind of guy but he was very respectful.
Baba Nelson smiled cordially when he met him, then he looked at Tasha with a frown, and she knew she’d made the right choice.
Denno also owned a motorcycle, which he had inherited from his late dad who had been a boda boda rider. Whenever Tasha sent him for anything, he’d go with the bike. His eyes were black, and his skin was dark. His muscles rivaled those of Hercules. For a boy his age, he looked really good.
Nelson also loved Denno. He would pick the young boy from school with his bike and take him on tours around the estate before bringing him back home. He also helped convinced a young girl that Nelson had a crush on. He told her that Nelson was the real deal and she agreed to be his girlfriend. Nelson was overjoyed. He had bagged the hottest girl in glass.
Given how much Nelson praised Denno, Tasha also grew to like him. Anyone that made her son happy was a hero to her because Nelson wasn’t an easy kid to please.
But Tasha had never really looked at Denno in a sexual manner until the morning his towel fell as he was leaving the bathroom, revealing a cock that was mighty, veiny and thick.
It was at that moment that she knew she had to revenge on her husband.
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