I used to think Maasai men are as weak as our Kikuyu men, until this weekend I almost lost my senses in the hands of a 6 ft Maasai Moran. This is what he did to me on Saturday.
Over the past three months, a man I thought God was not generous enough when he created him, has been following me like a bee, little did I know he had indigenous honey. I said no several times until this Friday he offered to give me Ksh 25,000 so I can be generous too.
Happy as Raila the president, I told him,”saa Mbili ya Usiku utaniona kwa mlango wako”.The Maasai got excited, he almost left his shuka under a tree.To do him justice,I made sure I obeyed the promise…by 8 pm I was there.
When I arrived,I found he had been drinking fresh cow blood.He told me,”come we take supper”.I flatly refused.He Gave me some yoghurt and biscuits,which I ate as I waited for the right bed time.
At nine,he went and made the bed,came and told me in a tender voice, “come we do it”.Maasai’s are tough but this time, this man’s voice was the soft of the softest.
When I reached his bedroom, what I saw reminded me of an anaconda, I couldn’t imagine my body could accommodate it, but I somehow comforted myself, that other women have been there before.
One minute,two minutes,three minutes,nilimwambia kama ni pesa yako chukua,wacha itoshe,nimeshoka.the man accelerated more, until I decided to call the name of my gym instructor.
