COVID had just hit the country and honestly nobody was ready for this unprecedented time. I got laid off from work which meant I could no longer afford my one bedroom house in Kikuyu or even support my friend Jane whom I had hosted in my house. Mind you, she had a toddler who too needed my assistance.
Hard times were meant for warriors! I let go my friend and her child to her relatives who lived in Thika and was now tasked with finding a solution for dear self.
A few months before this happened, I had gotten to myself a prospective suitor, Omondi. He had visited my place twice which of course was Jane's idea that I should allow him in. They communicated behind my back and that's how I was fixed in to it. I don't blame her. The circumstances surrounding my knowing him are even more depressing! I dated Omondi's friend who was a pastor at the time,a year back and Omondi attended his meetings often. I was introduced to him as a close ally to the pastor. Quite insane.
Anyway, fast forward I'm in Kikuyu stranded without a clear plan on how to solve my current troubles. All through I'm communicating with Omondi and Jane,but being very discreet to Omondi. Jane is naturally babbly. She proceeds to tell Omondi of what has befallen his Sunshine. That's when I receive a top up to my account and a call follows, it's Omondi!
I pack and request a cab to Umoja Estate that same day cause I'm convinced he has enough space to host me until things are stable on my end. Lie.
Alas! To my disappointment, the 'enough space' he promised was a studio apartment , first floor B15, eight floors high! How do two adults of sound mind live in a bedsitter, sleep on the same bed , cover with the same duvet ,use the same bathroom and still enjoy celibacy? Omondi said it was possible. This was nowhere in my year's resolutions, I hadn't dreamed of marriage even in my nightmares . Still, I convinced myself that he would stick to his word and we would live as brother and sister.
The next couple of days, I was settling in and his hospitality was warm. He'd cook and serve me and wouldn't let me help in any way. From cleaning the house to washing the house, he did it all. He committed to washing my feet every evening and massaged them thoroughly. He would leave early morning for work as he was a credit controller to one five star hotel in the city. He would also come home early to cook for his Sunshine.
Two weeks in, he suggested that every app needs an update and that's how I found myself sprawling under him for the next months. He was a good kisser and his hugs felt heavenly. We'd have evening walks and sometimes eat out. Then we would discuss about children and planned much of what we believed would be an ideal family.
All this while he was paying the bills and providing all of my needs. He also stopped doing the house chores and I acted wife. He introduced me to his sibs and had dinner with one of them. They were happy of his newly found wife.
Within the second month, he introduced his son and baby mama and I was to stay with his son every weekend as the mother had demanded.
A lot happended consecutively but I was too consumed to notice any vice.
From him leaving the house earlier than usual to coming home late. Usually he'd leave at 8am and return around 6pm. Now that was no longer the case but vice versa,drop off and on many occasions wake him up for his dinner which he'd mostly decline.
By the third month, pressure began. Their salaries were cut by twenty percent and were informed that this would be the case in the following months. We began experiencing financial constraints as the baby mama objected to her son's upkeep being reduced to half. Omondi would no longer afford the lifestyle he had introduced me to and as a prudent wife, I called my boyfriend in Germany and requested him to finance a new business I was about to venture into. He agreed.
My ovaries can attest that they loved being tickled by Omondi and that was enough reason to keep this working. I was determined! That's how I opened a clothing store. The proceeds helped conceal the financial crisis we were in.
Omondi wasn't happy with the current setup, he was adamant about having me out there working and insisted I be a housewife. I objected.
On the fourth month he became a nuisance,his clothes always had different perfume when coming home, on weekends, he would leave me with his son and come back late. On several occasions he had lip gloss on his shirt and foreign hair on his clothes . One evening he returns home and I question him where his tie was, he panicked and searched in his pockets only to have a condom slip out of it. Omondi had his way with words, he was articulate and would have one accept every soothing lie.
At the end of the fourth month , he asked for the money I had made from my business, as he was about to make a very significant move that would have us live together ever after. He requested that I should go home for a week so that he can come to officially take me from my father's house. I was only to carry a few items and leave the rest in his house. That evening to my leaving the next day, he went to the stores to purchase a few items I needed and he forgot to carry his phone. I scrolled through his phone something I had not done before. To my suprise, he was flirting with every lady in her contact but that wasn't an issue-he was paying bills for nine other women, one of them was pregnant with his child , another one was in a vacation courtesy of yours truly, he was having an affair with a married woman, his assistant and the HR were both his while in office and how he balanced it, I don't know. Also there was this lady she had promised marriage cause she wouldn't consent to giving him cookie.
I didn't know what to feel and how to react. I placed his phone back and pretended to have seen nothing. Literally. Moments later he returned to the house and spanked me, a hug from the back and whispered to my ears that my bones hurt his hands. I thought he joked. But it escalated to him complaining about my body shape and my sudden weight loss, his need of having a bum to spank, from nowhere he wanted me to be shorter as we were the same height so that he remains to be the head of the home. He informed me that within that one week I was to be with my parents, I should make up my mind and accept doing a butt enlargement procedure immediately after we get back together.
In that moment I told my Omondi to bleach his foreskin and balls as I enlarge my butt! That's how I walked out of the situationship for the umpteenth time
What's your story?
Hard times were meant for warriors! I let go my friend and her child to her relatives who lived in Thika and was now tasked with finding a solution for dear self.
A few months before this happened, I had gotten to myself a prospective suitor, Omondi. He had visited my place twice which of course was Jane's idea that I should allow him in. They communicated behind my back and that's how I was fixed in to it. I don't blame her. The circumstances surrounding my knowing him are even more depressing! I dated Omondi's friend who was a pastor at the time,a year back and Omondi attended his meetings often. I was introduced to him as a close ally to the pastor. Quite insane.
Anyway, fast forward I'm in Kikuyu stranded without a clear plan on how to solve my current troubles. All through I'm communicating with Omondi and Jane,but being very discreet to Omondi. Jane is naturally babbly. She proceeds to tell Omondi of what has befallen his Sunshine. That's when I receive a top up to my account and a call follows, it's Omondi!
I pack and request a cab to Umoja Estate that same day cause I'm convinced he has enough space to host me until things are stable on my end. Lie.
Alas! To my disappointment, the 'enough space' he promised was a studio apartment , first floor B15, eight floors high! How do two adults of sound mind live in a bedsitter, sleep on the same bed , cover with the same duvet ,use the same bathroom and still enjoy celibacy? Omondi said it was possible. This was nowhere in my year's resolutions, I hadn't dreamed of marriage even in my nightmares . Still, I convinced myself that he would stick to his word and we would live as brother and sister.
The next couple of days, I was settling in and his hospitality was warm. He'd cook and serve me and wouldn't let me help in any way. From cleaning the house to washing the house, he did it all. He committed to washing my feet every evening and massaged them thoroughly. He would leave early morning for work as he was a credit controller to one five star hotel in the city. He would also come home early to cook for his Sunshine.
Two weeks in, he suggested that every app needs an update and that's how I found myself sprawling under him for the next months. He was a good kisser and his hugs felt heavenly. We'd have evening walks and sometimes eat out. Then we would discuss about children and planned much of what we believed would be an ideal family.
All this while he was paying the bills and providing all of my needs. He also stopped doing the house chores and I acted wife. He introduced me to his sibs and had dinner with one of them. They were happy of his newly found wife.
Within the second month, he introduced his son and baby mama and I was to stay with his son every weekend as the mother had demanded.
A lot happended consecutively but I was too consumed to notice any vice.
From him leaving the house earlier than usual to coming home late. Usually he'd leave at 8am and return around 6pm. Now that was no longer the case but vice versa,drop off and on many occasions wake him up for his dinner which he'd mostly decline.
By the third month, pressure began. Their salaries were cut by twenty percent and were informed that this would be the case in the following months. We began experiencing financial constraints as the baby mama objected to her son's upkeep being reduced to half. Omondi would no longer afford the lifestyle he had introduced me to and as a prudent wife, I called my boyfriend in Germany and requested him to finance a new business I was about to venture into. He agreed.
My ovaries can attest that they loved being tickled by Omondi and that was enough reason to keep this working. I was determined! That's how I opened a clothing store. The proceeds helped conceal the financial crisis we were in.
Omondi wasn't happy with the current setup, he was adamant about having me out there working and insisted I be a housewife. I objected.
On the fourth month he became a nuisance,his clothes always had different perfume when coming home, on weekends, he would leave me with his son and come back late. On several occasions he had lip gloss on his shirt and foreign hair on his clothes . One evening he returns home and I question him where his tie was, he panicked and searched in his pockets only to have a condom slip out of it. Omondi had his way with words, he was articulate and would have one accept every soothing lie.
At the end of the fourth month , he asked for the money I had made from my business, as he was about to make a very significant move that would have us live together ever after. He requested that I should go home for a week so that he can come to officially take me from my father's house. I was only to carry a few items and leave the rest in his house. That evening to my leaving the next day, he went to the stores to purchase a few items I needed and he forgot to carry his phone. I scrolled through his phone something I had not done before. To my suprise, he was flirting with every lady in her contact but that wasn't an issue-he was paying bills for nine other women, one of them was pregnant with his child , another one was in a vacation courtesy of yours truly, he was having an affair with a married woman, his assistant and the HR were both his while in office and how he balanced it, I don't know. Also there was this lady she had promised marriage cause she wouldn't consent to giving him cookie.
I didn't know what to feel and how to react. I placed his phone back and pretended to have seen nothing. Literally. Moments later he returned to the house and spanked me, a hug from the back and whispered to my ears that my bones hurt his hands. I thought he joked. But it escalated to him complaining about my body shape and my sudden weight loss, his need of having a bum to spank, from nowhere he wanted me to be shorter as we were the same height so that he remains to be the head of the home. He informed me that within that one week I was to be with my parents, I should make up my mind and accept doing a butt enlargement procedure immediately after we get back together.
In that moment I told my Omondi to bleach his foreskin and balls as I enlarge my butt! That's how I walked out of the situationship for the umpteenth time
What's your story?