It was a Saturday, and Kang’ethe was bored. With too much time in his hands, he decided to call a femme for company.
He had a bevy of beauties on his contact list, so he didn't think the hunt for a chilling partner would be difficult.
Many a girls had placed him in the condemned den called friend zone, but he was unbothered, as he continued to enjoy the benefits.
Rumor has it that comrades are making a kill out of their young love. We all know what relationships in campo are like. They are full of hot air which almost always ends up choking the unions to death. Take for instance my friend Kang'ethe. He nearly got knifed in the belly last semester. He was sailing smoothly between five different relationships and a number of situationships with campus girls, until one of them nearly finished him.
It was a Saturday, and Kang’ethe was bored. With too much time in his hands, he decided to call a femme for company. He had a bevy of beauties on his contact list, so he didn't think the hunt for a chilling partner would be difficult. Many a girls had placed him in the condemned den called friend zone, but he was unbothered, as he continued to enjoy the benefits.
