Gentlemen do still exist in Kenya😱.

Sitting down writing this am still in utter shock. I mean am literally staring at him right now. He is not my guy of course ( if you’ve read my blogs I tend to date a certain type). And they ain’t gentle. Quite the opposite.

He is a bit off the first time you glance at him. Always in a cap at the corner and holding his lady so that the single vultures know that he is off the market. Or is the girlfriend the one always around him … a bit hard to tell come to think of it. He is dark. Average height ( just the way I like it) and he has a beard. Fuck where the heck has he been.

Anyways…,

During my recent rendezvous around this beautiful country, I had decided to usher in 2022 with strangers. I didn’t want any familiar faces around me. So I went for a truck party somewhere… in the middle of nowhere. The fact that civilization and electric power existed meant that this place was somewhere on the Kenyan map that I skipped during geography lessons. The place has the best roads to this and a Mountain that I still can’t recall the name of. Am honestly becoming a truck whore cause the minute I sat down my wifi connected.

It was so embarrassing that I pretended to ask for the wifi password 😔 I know. Don’t judge me. So in the middle of the sherehe this Kajama and his girlfriend and her girlfriend drink like crazy ( see what I did there… tried some kalocal language). 

Back to basics though. They were getting wasted cause it was a truck party to hiking ( organizers really🤔 drank hiking 😱we just got ripped off).

So the lady got all touchy marking her territory and all that cause the guy is kinda okay looking and he has a body that one would want to see naked in the morning…every morning come to think of it. 

She got so drunk she did what every Nairobi drunk person does (drumroll please… she chewed blackout ( just did it again… am on fire).

A couple of minutes into her nighty night nap she woke up.  I don’t know what got me… was it the sound that followed, the odor, or the guy seated right in front of me’s reaction. He shouted out 'who does that.' He jerked off his seat and almost sat on my lap. That’s when I realized that the party came through her mouth. Literally all of it. What happened next is the reason am writing.

As the faces of everyone changed in the truck and judgmental facial expressions became the better part of the day, that’s when I realized that the boyfriend stepped up. He rushed over like a knight and tried to help the damsel in distress. He moved the other bags using his muscular hands and grabbed a bag for his lady to finish withdrawing her prior deposits.

He grabbed the wipes (he knows what wipes are for) and cleaned her hands as he kept asking her whether she needed anything. Am not making any of this shit up. Gentlemen still exist in Kenya! 

He apologized to everyone who was affected and cleaned her mess like a boss. Once at the camping area he pitched their tent and took her out of the truck once the tent was erect and all the gears set up.

Now the rest of us were a bit confused. Questions were being thrown left right and center. We were like kwanza does this lady know what kind of a jamaa she has? Hope she holds him tight and treats him right cause we were more than happy to move in kama she chezas ( told you am on fire today).

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