Overview

Have you ever been really infatuated by someone. This is my story about me and some Kinyozi Girl that I met some months back.

There is this cool kinyozi that I usually go to. It’s not in my hood but the hood next to mine – walking distance. I’ve been going there for close to 6 months now.

Normally, I used to only chat with the barber whenever I went to get a haircut. I had noticed how hot the Kinyozi massage girl was but I had never really bothered to talk to her because I had seen too many men vying for her attention. I didn’t want to be part of the crowd.

She was light, always wore mini-skirts (no wonder the place was always full) and she looked like she had an Ethiopian heritage.

Her name was Faiza

About three months ago, she began chatting me up.

“Mbona unakuanga umenyamaza ivyo?” she asked me, as she washed my head in the sink.

“Ni vile nikikuona mi hukua lost for words.” I joked.

She laughed so hard I almost thought I was Dave Chappelle ( if you don't know who Dave Chappelle just google him. He's the best comedian in the world)

“By the way mi hupenda machali wametulia kama wewe. Sipendi  watu wa kubonga mob.” She confessed.

When she said she liked watu wametulia I knew I had a chance with her. From there on, we struck a rapport and began chatting frequently. For the next few weeks, we would talk a lot whenever I went to the kinyozi.

One Saturday, after getting shaved, I sank my hand to my pocket to take out money. I realized I had nothing. It's either I had misplaced my cash or it got lost.

Luckily, Faiza was the one responsible for collecting the money from customers so I knew she would understand.

“Unaeza enda tu then utaniletea next time. Ama kama uko nayo kwa phone unitumie.” she said.

I opted for the MPESA option. She gave me her number and I sent it to her before leaving.

After two days had passed, I received a message:

“Sasa? Ni Faiza, ule dem wa kinyozi. Nilipata number yako venye ulinitumia pesa.”

That message came as a surprise. I didn't expect her to text me. I proceeded to chat her up anyway. She said she loved my display pic and I told her I loved hers too. She asked what I love about it and I said just the posture. She didn’t buy it.

“Sema tu ukweli,” she insisted.

I said it’s the thighs that I loved. They were displayed so magnificently in the photo.

That’s how we began flirting. By the time a week had passed, she was already telling me how she would do ungodly things to me. Not to feel left out, I started telling her how I will suck her toes (Even though I knew I wouldn’t). We were both naughty humans.

The next I went to the kinyozi, I was nervous. Everyone is always nervous when meeting someone they've been flirting with or talking naughty with.

Halfway through my hair cut, she was nowhere to be seen. I was even about to ask the barber if she was around, before I asked, I saw her appearing from the back door. Small, curvy and striking.

Her body glowed in the soft lighting, her skin a light creamy brown, hinting at her Ethiopian heritage. Her hair slid like a waterfall over her shoulders, parted down her spine by the slither of a whip as it met her flesh again

She greeted me like she didn’t know me and proceeded to sit down to read a newspaper. I kept stealing glances at her while being shaved. I couldn't wait for the shave to be done.

Beautiful. She was freaking beautiful. Desire whispered through my veins, gathering momentum, moving faster, surging through my groin. I shifted to alleviate the uncomfortable tension.

After I was done getting my haircut, she washed my head and massaged me. She gave me the most sensual massage. Umewai pewa massage adi karibu you start moaning? I struggled really hard to hide my cool.

She was teasing me and she knew what effect she had on me. Everything that she did was well calculated. She really knew how to push my buttons.

This naughty girl.

When I got back home, I texted her.

“You know you were killing me today.”

“Yeah I know. I just wanted to give you a taste of what's to come ,” she responded.

”It’s about time inafaa tufanye something about this sexual tension between us.”

“I agree. Kam kwa shop Friday usiku at 10pm. No one will be around," she replied.

Karibu nianze kuruka ruka because of excitement. Before I could get too overjoyed my mum came back home. Ata before she relaxed she informed me and my siz that on Friday we were all going to see our grandma.

Our granny wanted to talk to all her grand kids.

If you are wondering if anything ever happened between me and Faiza, well nothing happened. When we got back Faiza had relocated. She's now somewhere in Eastleigh.

WRITER: DENNIS MENEZ