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Let's take a break from the elections thing and focus on erections. A mini-hekaya here.
After I finished my university and failed to get a first class honors, and thereby missing a scholarship to Australia courtesy of one @Gio ( the story is narrated here ), I took a part-time teaching job at a leading university teaching ICT courses. Among the courses was a diploma in ICT. One of the units was called Data Structures and Algorithms. In my class was a lady called Josephine. She was a very dedicated student, always consulting the teacher, and unfortunately not good looking or bright. And more disappointing was that she was a devoted Catholic.
In her pursuit of good grades, and in an effort to catch up with me, the teacher, courtesy of her stupidity, she would always come to my desk in the staffroom to consult on one thing or the other. And she used to bore me to death because I always felt she chose the wrong course. It's like I was always organizing a special session for her. Add the fact that she didn't look appealing, and you can see why I was bored to death. She used to wear those long wrong wagithomo dresses with funny colors. Her hair was simply pushed back and she wore neither makeup nor jewelry. A very plain woman to me. But because I wanted to get a positive rating from her, and in turn a few extra coins in my pay, I tolerated her.
Until we got to a topic on Fibonacci Numbers. No matter how much I coached her on the subject, she simply couldn't get it. I would finish my classes at 3pm, but the ugly bitch would keep me till 6, and still not get it. I devised a plan to put her off. I would teach her, then give her an assignment to do overnight and deliver by 9am following day. Stupid bitch was always doing it (wrongly of course) and didn't fail to submit on any single day irrespective of how much volume I gave her. I realized the futility of my plan and decided to try a potentially explosive and career-ending plan B. So I told her am enrolled to some evening classes and won't be able to coach her any further on weekdays, and neither would I be available at the college's premises on weekends. So if she needs extra coaching, she would have to come to my place on weekends. And the stupid ugly bitch agreed to come following Saturday.
Come Saturday, my phone rings at 8am. Am still in bed after bingee drinking the previous night. It's Josephine. She has arrived at Komarock 19C, and is asking directions to my house. There there, I activated my fisi instincts. You know that morning wood that salutes the day of a 24-yr old boy? That's what I got. So I gave her the directions, went to the meter box and switched off the power to my house. And went back to bed. A few minutes later, Josephine knocks on my door. I shout come in. She walks in. And did I tell you that my house is a bedsitter? And did I also tell you that I sleep naked? And the only furniture in my house is a bed and a desk with a PC on it and a single plastic chair? And at the corner there was a small table with a meko and utensils? Now you know. So I asked Josephine to sit on the plastic chair.
Shamelessly, I leapt out of bed, picked a towel hanging on a nail over my head, wrapped it around the waist, excused myself and got into the shower. I cussed after realizing I had switched off power and jumped out naked. I explained to Josephine that we have no power and we needed the computer to do the studies. I told her there was the option of waiting or she goes and comes back. She opted to sit and wait. Without a care in the world, I stood on the bed, retrieved some 100 bob from a trouser hanging on the line above, and asked her to go get something for breakfast. When she questioned me what to buy, I told her she's wife material and should make the decision on what to feed her man for breakfast with that money. She smiled and went out. 15 mins later, she was in my kitchen preparing eggs, cassava and tea. And 30 mins later, yours truly was having a sumptuous breakfast as I chatted her up, throwing a naughty jab here and there. And from her responses, I could tell she was not as innocent as I thought. So I decided not to waste more time. Still with a towel around my waist, I went to the meter box and put on the power. Explained to her that something must have tripped the circuit breaker. I took a shower and put on a short and a t-shirt. And we got to biz.
It turned out that Josephine wasn't as stupid as she acted. Whereas she was a bit slow, she grasped most things on this day. She surprised me till I asked her if she has been pretending all along. And she swore she wasn't, bit confessed that the day marked significant improvement in her studies. By 1pm we were done and I suggested we go grab some lunch out. Josephine offered to cook. So nikampea 200 and she went to shop for ingredients. And she made a very good meal, I must add. After lunch, she asked me if am going anywhere, and I told her I just want to go and grab a beer. She said she hates going to a pub, but wouldn't mind taking one on me. So tukatoka all the way to Nyama Villa. I got myself a Guinness and for her a pair of Kingfishers. And after a few, I was confessing my endless love and admiration to her, even telling her that were it not for the small issue of her being my student, I would have proposed marriage. And in a surprise move, she told me she also have feelings for me, and wouldn't mind a relationship. Nikajua Thiga has gotten circumcised.
After not so few rounds, at around 6pm, Josephine suggested we go back to my house she picks her bag and head home.
Wacha kwanza nimalize fombe niendelee
After I finished my university and failed to get a first class honors, and thereby missing a scholarship to Australia courtesy of one @Gio ( the story is narrated here ), I took a part-time teaching job at a leading university teaching ICT courses. Among the courses was a diploma in ICT. One of the units was called Data Structures and Algorithms. In my class was a lady called Josephine. She was a very dedicated student, always consulting the teacher, and unfortunately not good looking or bright. And more disappointing was that she was a devoted Catholic.
In her pursuit of good grades, and in an effort to catch up with me, the teacher, courtesy of her stupidity, she would always come to my desk in the staffroom to consult on one thing or the other. And she used to bore me to death because I always felt she chose the wrong course. It's like I was always organizing a special session for her. Add the fact that she didn't look appealing, and you can see why I was bored to death. She used to wear those long wrong wagithomo dresses with funny colors. Her hair was simply pushed back and she wore neither makeup nor jewelry. A very plain woman to me. But because I wanted to get a positive rating from her, and in turn a few extra coins in my pay, I tolerated her.
Until we got to a topic on Fibonacci Numbers. No matter how much I coached her on the subject, she simply couldn't get it. I would finish my classes at 3pm, but the ugly bitch would keep me till 6, and still not get it. I devised a plan to put her off. I would teach her, then give her an assignment to do overnight and deliver by 9am following day. Stupid bitch was always doing it (wrongly of course) and didn't fail to submit on any single day irrespective of how much volume I gave her. I realized the futility of my plan and decided to try a potentially explosive and career-ending plan B. So I told her am enrolled to some evening classes and won't be able to coach her any further on weekdays, and neither would I be available at the college's premises on weekends. So if she needs extra coaching, she would have to come to my place on weekends. And the stupid ugly bitch agreed to come following Saturday.
Come Saturday, my phone rings at 8am. Am still in bed after bingee drinking the previous night. It's Josephine. She has arrived at Komarock 19C, and is asking directions to my house. There there, I activated my fisi instincts. You know that morning wood that salutes the day of a 24-yr old boy? That's what I got. So I gave her the directions, went to the meter box and switched off the power to my house. And went back to bed. A few minutes later, Josephine knocks on my door. I shout come in. She walks in. And did I tell you that my house is a bedsitter? And did I also tell you that I sleep naked? And the only furniture in my house is a bed and a desk with a PC on it and a single plastic chair? And at the corner there was a small table with a meko and utensils? Now you know. So I asked Josephine to sit on the plastic chair.
Shamelessly, I leapt out of bed, picked a towel hanging on a nail over my head, wrapped it around the waist, excused myself and got into the shower. I cussed after realizing I had switched off power and jumped out naked. I explained to Josephine that we have no power and we needed the computer to do the studies. I told her there was the option of waiting or she goes and comes back. She opted to sit and wait. Without a care in the world, I stood on the bed, retrieved some 100 bob from a trouser hanging on the line above, and asked her to go get something for breakfast. When she questioned me what to buy, I told her she's wife material and should make the decision on what to feed her man for breakfast with that money. She smiled and went out. 15 mins later, she was in my kitchen preparing eggs, cassava and tea. And 30 mins later, yours truly was having a sumptuous breakfast as I chatted her up, throwing a naughty jab here and there. And from her responses, I could tell she was not as innocent as I thought. So I decided not to waste more time. Still with a towel around my waist, I went to the meter box and put on the power. Explained to her that something must have tripped the circuit breaker. I took a shower and put on a short and a t-shirt. And we got to biz.
It turned out that Josephine wasn't as stupid as she acted. Whereas she was a bit slow, she grasped most things on this day. She surprised me till I asked her if she has been pretending all along. And she swore she wasn't, bit confessed that the day marked significant improvement in her studies. By 1pm we were done and I suggested we go grab some lunch out. Josephine offered to cook. So nikampea 200 and she went to shop for ingredients. And she made a very good meal, I must add. After lunch, she asked me if am going anywhere, and I told her I just want to go and grab a beer. She said she hates going to a pub, but wouldn't mind taking one on me. So tukatoka all the way to Nyama Villa. I got myself a Guinness and for her a pair of Kingfishers. And after a few, I was confessing my endless love and admiration to her, even telling her that were it not for the small issue of her being my student, I would have proposed marriage. And in a surprise move, she told me she also have feelings for me, and wouldn't mind a relationship. Nikajua Thiga has gotten circumcised.
After not so few rounds, at around 6pm, Josephine suggested we go back to my house she picks her bag and head home.
Wacha kwanza nimalize fombe niendelee
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