KABUDA

CHAPTER 1

"Kabuda na si Leo twende joh. You might get lucky and get laid usikufe kavajo" insisted Quavo as the rest laughed uncontrollably. "Cheki, cheki kuna madem wako na nyonyo na matina ka ngui, it will really be fun?" he continued, mimicking how girls with huge breasts & round gigantic asses walk in heels. "Aaaah nyinyi mtaharibu kabuda acha akae huku atukalishie keja kusiibiwe" Joho intervened. "Kabuda ushairombosewa ukambao hadi mishipa za akili?, Reverend joined the naughty conversation from the balcony where he was lacing his shoes. They continued making fun of me. Quavo and Joho pleading with me to join them to the party. Only Joho wanted me to stay away from such activities. " Kabuda acha nikuambie... " Joho paused combing his beards and turned to face us. "... all of us are filthy motherfuckers with terrible sexual pasts that s why we don t care. Once you enter this zone there s never going back. Si nilijaribu kuambia Reverend na hakusikia sasa anakula hadi nyanya wazee" all of us burst into laughter except Reverend. "We ngui! Nilikula nyanyako?" interrupted Reverend with an aggressive tone. "Yaani man ata hujiheshimu utakulaje mama mzee. Uk?r?t? m?t?m?a w?n? mbu? na kiondo thur?are?"(How dare you undress a woman with grey hair?) kwanza chini ya stairs za hostel. Aah what a shameful act. " Joho continued as the rest of us laughed hysterically. "Joho achanga ufala. Why do you keep bringing this up and you ve got no prove about all these allegations?" questioned Reverend. "Ah we kwenda eti prove?. Tulisikia nduru na wewe ukatoka chini ya hizo stairs with unzipped trousers and unbuckled belt. Kucheki nimekuona ukakimbia mbio upstairs. Dude, you were acting suspicious. Mimi na soldier ndio tulifika hiyo scene wa kwanza, kuuliza huyo shosh nini imehappen akatuambia ni kijana nyebamba yenye manywele amemshika cha nguvu. Mimi nilijua ni wewe but nikakanyagia. Lucky you sikukuseti, ungechapwa na raia mbaya sana" continued Joho. "Kama ni rape. Mbona hakupiga nduru nikimrape basi?" questioned Reverend. "Ata wewe unaeza piga nduru ukisikia utamu?" sarcastically questioned Quavo. The rest of us laughed, only Reverend was fuming, he was not okay with the twist this conversation had taken. All these guys were sick in the head and could make fun of anything, from rape to gender based violence. Just the other day they were roasting Quavo s uncle who had been battered by his wife and his manhood chopped off. "Cheki mmeanza mbaya mbaya. Mkimaliza umama mtanipata mbele. Nimejitoa!" said Reverend picking his jacket to leave. "Oyah! Reverend Nyebamba yenye Manywele usituache bana" shouted Quavo following him. "Oyah Manywele tugonje" Joho followed them too. "Manywele" was Reverend s nickname, used intentionally for pissing him off. The nickname came from the old woman s narration of what had happened that day. She had come to the hostels to visit her grandson but couldn t tell exactly where he lived and that s how she got lost. She wasted most of her evening trying to find her grandson till dusk and that s how Reverend took advantage of her. There were so many unjoined dots in the story and no one could tell exactly what had transpired on that day. I was about to lock the door when I had someone running back. It was Joho. "Man nilikua nimesahau kondiko joh" he told me searching for something from the jackets pockets that were hanged against the wall. He got a pack of TRUST condoms and smiled broadly. "These guys are living their best lives" I thought to myself. "You stay here and be a good boy. Write your erotic stuff, watch porn and jerk off" Joho told me and left in a rush. "Sasa kunyonga ndio kua good boy?" I wondered. If only he knew how badly I wanted to have sex, he would ve organised for the same and helped a brother in need.

Staring at the sinking sun from the window and scratching my manhood, the thoughts of when I will have sex, where and with whom?, were still bothering me. I was about to go back to my seat when I saw Atoti leaving. Watch her sway her indigenous Dholuo ass from right to left usually brought me animalistic sexual fantasies. "Damn!. I could have missed this today" I said to myself dropping off my pants. I had so well mastered the art of prying on women walking around the vicinity of our room s window, going in and out to an extent that I had mastered each girl s time of going in and out. Atoti s time was usually around 5:50pm and viewing of "Atoti s ass" was mandatory to me. Walking in a slow pace, I kept rubbing my crotch till Atoti s was out of site. Fucking Atoti had been one of my major fantasies and for days, I had spilled quite a few gallons of seed while I visualised the most sordid things I would do to her. Atoti was a well endowed woman in looks and physique. A 5 7", round faced girl with a fairly dark skin complexion and a gap between her front teeth. Young, perfect and firm breasts something like 32A range. Nice ass and chubby calves were some of the features that made Atoti one of the most attractive women around. Her simplicity, and the comfort she enjoyed in the authenticity of her beauty, made her stand out among her peers because most mature men were not into girls who wear a lot of makeup. Who would want to go on a date with someone who looks like she just came out of a face painting festival after being rained on?. There was Atoti, my 5:50pm crush, who I wouldn t mind trading my soul just to cum in her coochie and another girl, Tess, whom I badly wanted too.

Timing Tess was kinda difficult but her perfume was my partner in this. Her height was similar to former professional English football player, Peter James Crouch. Tess had minute breasts and a flat ass. She only got a pretty face. The reason I fantasised about smashing this one, is because I wanted to know how exactly a tall pussy felt like. Whether they had a long clit, how tall girls moaned or how high their ass could be elevated during doggy coz of their long legs. And if this fantasy would ever come true, then the heavens would forgive me for objectifying these feminine creatures.

Third on the list was our lecturer, the curvaceous Mrs. Kioi. She was a widow and 22yrs older than I was. She was medium height, light skinned and generally beautiful. A 42yrs old woman who made me feel like a human being despite being bodyshamed left, right and center by my agemates. Some called me "Kabuda" others "Manono" and the most savaged ones called me "Mafutamafuta". Only Mrs. Kioi told me how handsome and smart I was and how I needed to exercise and eat healthy without humiliating me. She had a golden heart and I don t know why in my right mind I would want to undress someone who wished me well, helped me fight depression and moreso my lecturer. Maybe coz I had never had sex before and if it was to happen with her, and I mess, then she would correct me and teach me how to properly insert my penis into a woman without humiliating me, or maybe I felt that way because we were both macho nne. I couldn t understand or explain whatever is it that I felt when with her, all I know is that Mrs. Kioi made me feel loved, safe and alive. The list of the women I wanted to bang, fantasised about was so long from pornstars, to superstars to the girl next door. The fact that I was surrounded by immoral people and lots of live sex at my disposal, from drunk couples fucking at the rooftop, a sponsor and his sponsee fucking at the parking, to sex parties being organised next door only made my fantasies wilder.

Still lost in my thoughts, staring out through the window with my pants dropped to my ankles. Gently rubbing the shaft of my dick with my right hand and my left scratching my navel which was protruding from my undersize vest which was now more of a tumbocut than a vest coz of how fat i was, with my bare black ass facing to the door which was wide open, i didn t hear someone knocking at the door. It was the landlady and i m sure she was just there staring at me. I don t know for how long and she only stepped back to fool me she didn t see me. I quickly pulled my pants and walked out. I met, Mama Kiwinya, the landlady of the one bedroom that we had rented since we moved out of the hostels. We were late on rent but my roommates were busy partying even after I had contributed my ? share of the rent. I was so fed up with my roommates habit and I decided to teach them a lesson. I knew they went out partying, and as usual they would come back with bitches to fuck and exile me. So, I decided to let the landlady lock our house without pleading for more time or calling them to inform them what had happened. I just took my laptop and left. "Marafiki zako kazi ni kuleta makahaba kwangu na hawaripi nyuba. Infact hata nachindangwo unaisi na hao vipi heri ukuje kwangu nikupee nyuba" she told me as I walked downstairs. "Wait! Did she just say that au nimesikia zangu?. Eti anipee nyumba?. How?. Huyu mathe na hii kung oa yake na kiburi yake ai zi!. " I wondered. Furthermore, i was not the most handsome dude around, so why me?. This Nyeri woman was no joke and no one ever messed with our landlady. The landlady was a filthy woman who was into young campus boys, the only problem was how stubborn she was and a kiss – and – tell kind of woman. Ungekula landlady lazima kila mtu angejua from chief whip na majority leader wa bunge to chief wa kijiji, that s why guys avoided her despite being rich. Mama Kiwinya was not the type of woman to blackmail that you ll expose her by leaking her nudes.

How I found myselft sharing a house with these assholes is something I don t understand. If my memory serves me right, I was living with Reverend(this was before ajue utamu wa g?th?nd?) back then when he was still a born again Christian, preaching the Lord s gospel and testifying about Christ being his personal Lord and saviour. One day, I was chilling in bed reading a novel when Zebedee came. "John there s this friend of mine that I want to introduce to Christ, but the environment he is in won t allow him to be committed to salvation and am thinking he joins us here. What do you think?" he asked. (Reverend and Kabuda were our nicknames, our real names were Zebedee and John). This, I was very much okay with so long as he contributed on the rent and food. Simon(Quavo), was the friend who Reverend wanted to introduce to Christ. Reverend, confused my being an introvert and antisocial for being a born again Christian yet I was never a religious person. Simon(Quavo) – His name Quavo came from his love for American rap group, Migos. He copied everything from their dressing style and had also started rapping like them with dreams of being a superstar one day. Peter(Joho) – We had nicknamed him Joho coz of his long beards and love for a soft life. Quavo brought in Joho and I can t even remember the reason of him finding space at our house but now we were living together, four grown ass men tied together in a parastic relationship.