OH MY GOODNESS...IT'S SUSAN ALL ALONG!

They were never wrong. The wise swahili people who said that, 'Kikulacho kinguoni mwako' translated loosely to mean that the cause of your woes is likely to be someone from within. It's been two days since Sam was bailed out by his sister from jail after Emma had reported him for sending abusive texts to her. It is also two days after we went out to sample the Kericho night life with Sam where we got drunk. Currently,  I am still holed up at Sam's crib in Wesyside, a posh area for the Kericho elite. It is here where rents are as high of 20k(equivalent of Sam's bail) and the owners of these apartment are the power brokers of Kericho(political elite).

Bumped into Susan

Since Sam left for work in the morning, I have been watching Aljazeera news since morning. Jay hasn't called me yet so there is no cause for concern over my job. Suddenly, I hear movements coming out of the bedroom. I have no idea that I had company. Then there is the sound of the gas burner starting and soon, the smell of yesterday's meal wafting through the air. My stomach grumbles to remind me that I have not eaten anything for breakfast.  
As I slowly crept around the corner, I nearly bumped into a half naked Susan who only had Sam's cream shirt for cover. She did not seem surprised like me. I felt shy and ashamed of seeing her thighs and her nipples that seem to be getting harder as the seconds passed by.

Did she cause the split?

"Susan? Ulikuwa huku?"
"Eee. Mbona umestuka?" she gently passed me and headed for the bathroom. I hoped that she wouldn't cover herself when she came back, and my wish was granted.
"Umekula breako?"
"Bado." She commanded me to follow her into the kitchen where she served both of us some meal. I was too stunned since I remembered her radical feminist veiws and how she was advising Emma to chart her way without men. So was she the cause of the split?

NEXT: Susan demands total confidentiality over what she is about to tell me.