THE NEIGHBOUR'S DAUGHTER: EXAM PROBLEMS.

HER EXAM JITTERS.
I continued with my own life despite the high taxes and the rainy weather currently experienced in Kericho. Jay, my boss back at the Stall had wired my dues to my account (read M-PESA) and I had settled all those outstanding utility bills including rent, power and water.
There was nothing that would have convinced me that Shay or Shayla to my esteemed readers, would honour her promise and visit me in my room.
But she disappointed my low expectations and came on a rainy Sunday night.
Here's how it went down.

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Just before I could settle down with my supper of ugali and maziwa mala plus fried eggs and catch the latest episode of Being Bahati on NTV at 7.30PM, I heard someone knock on my door. I thought it was Simon the caretaker passing over to give out the Rent receipts. I opened the door and froze on the spot.
It was Shay. The chocolate skinned beauty that has been giving me wet dreams at night.
I ushered her in and she settled on my bed because I got no chairs. I was happy that she had turned down my offer to share my supper. I wasn't planning to anyway.

A scene from Inspire Me by Nameless. I love it.

The conversation had to wait till 9 after Bahati's show and Churchill ended. By then I had sized her and the assessment wasn't good.
"Rasta, aki niko na worries juu ya paper."
"Mbona?"
"Nikifail na vile nime repeat? my dad ataboeka na mimi."
She went on to describe how much the exam meant to her and how she wished to join campus where life was all good. Deep down I wished I would've told her that University today is a scam that only left you with a useless degree and a mountain of HELB debt to pay off. Plus no prospects of a job.
But I didn't. 

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When she left at 10 PM, I reflected on what could have happened if I had propositioned sex to her. She would have left disgusted or could have accepted it. All the same, I would have wasted time trying to remove those tight jeans she had on, pulling them down over her juicy butt.
Maybe tomorrow or next time when lady luck stops acting like a bitch and smile my way again.