Yes to being fed by a babe for the year!

I love my girls quiet, with honeyed voices, and Njeri, the girl next door, is one of such. One evening, my wingman, Psang, came to me looking gloomy.  “Chief, I have never seen you this sad. Have you undergone a vasectomy?” I asked him. “No, it’s Njeri,” he said, then informed me that he had been eyeing my Njeri. Unfortunately, he had seen her wrap her long, stringy arms around another muscular man, and he was devastated. For once, I had no advice for my wingman.

Two days later, I received an invite for lunch from Njeri. We went to a posh restaurant in Kilimani, which made me feel so out of place because the only restaurants I knew were Villarosa Kibandaski, Radisson Kadhufu and Sarova Kwa Mathe. In my pocket I had exactly Sh0, but I had Sh700 on Mpesa and Sh300 fuliza limit. Who was going to pay for the meal? I didn’t care. The guest of honor arrived wearing a shimmering silver dress. After some minutes of fumbling with forks and knives, I made it clear that I was done eating. I would just drink my wine. My stomach whispered, “What a fool!”