#Prettystoryteller

The ride back home was a relaxed and intriguing one. Cantella filled me in on how her husband had been a viscous snake when it came to getting her company, while on the other hand he posed as a loving, caring and supportive husband back at home. What a prick! "When women do such a thing, we are labelled gold diggers and crazy… but when a man does it, he is given a pat on the back!" Cantella exclaimed. I could hear the pain in her words even though she didn't show it. We exchanged contacts before she dropped me off and promised to keep in touch with our unending dramas. I opened the door to my apartment and as soon as my door creaked closed, I fell to my knees and broke down. I cried and drained my tear ducts. I stood up and headed towards my bathroom to take a long hot shower. I reeked of prison cells, courts, crazy ex-girlfriends and two men. I switched on my phone and responded to a mountain of texts from family and friends. I practically lied th...

"Hello mrembo?" Asked a voice from a shadow in the corner of the cell I was shoved into. "I have never seen you here before, you must be a new one. What did a pretty thing like you do?" The voice continued. "Aaah usiogope , am sure whatever it is, your fancy hunk of a guy will move heaven and earth to get you out. Name's Cantella." She concluded emerging from the dark corner with her arm extended. "Lilian ( extending mine for a brief handshake), I was framed by some other pretty face, she wasn't welcoming to the idea of me in her boyfriend's sweatshirt, ha!" I said with a sarcastic chuckle that almost made my flood gates burst wide open.  "So you are that type?" She asked cocking her right brow. Her tone caught me by surprise once I realized what she was trying to imply. I nearly choked on my response. "What! No! Hell no! And if I were, then she deserved it and more because she cheated on the poor fella with...

The ride to the station was bumpier than my two previous relationships combined. Afande made sure that silence between Devin and I was maintained, so the only thing we could do was steal glances at each other and try to read each other’s thoughts. We got to the station and within seconds we were booked and asked to make one phone call. Afande handed me my phone and reminded me to make a right choice in who I called because my mouth had already landed me into enough trouble as it was.  Before I could even key in my dad’s phone number, Marto’s number popped up on the screen. The urge to decline the call was higher than the peak of Mt. Everest. “He…” I was cut off. “Baby, where are you? I have been trying to reach you all night. I met up with a friend and she needed help with her car that’s why I couldn’t pick you up last night.” He said lying through his teeth. “Seriously Marto! A whole night fixing one car! Kwani you were helping her build another model from the ground u...

"First of all she is not a whore, she has a name." Devin said as he approached us turning to look at the unwanted guest. "If I wanted to know her bloody name, I would be a sales agent. What is she doing here Devin!" She shouted nearly biting our heads off, daring to step forward. "She is my beautiful guest, Flavia." He said smoothly with a hint of irritation, placing his hands in his black sweatpant. All this while the constant thought in my mind was to just get back to the room, change then leave. "Devin, I think I will excuse myself and leave you two to talk." I said turning swiftly to get to the bedroom. "Where do you think you are going! The only direction you should be heading to is towards the door!" Flavia shouted, her index finger now boring a hole through the door. "Shut the fuck up! You should be the one to leave. I am sick and tired of this constant drama you keep pulling off yet you are the one who messed up...

          CHAPTER 2. "Kwani unaishi floor ya juu kabisa?Mimi izi stairs apana. Heeeeeh (loss of breathe), you plan to wear me out then kill me with food. Great." I said. "I would rather kill you with something else" he said turning slightly to wink at me. "What would that be?" I asked defensively, oblivious to the firm grip on my left hand. "Pleasure (deep chuckle)" he said. This muffled my whining and we went up the flight of stairs in utter silence. We finally got to his house, a constant whisper in my mind being, 'You don't even know this guy and here you are at his house'. This made me look up and study him as he fumbled with his keys and finally opened the door. " Karibu ." He invited, as he walked in to switch on the lights. 'Then there was light', I laughed at the biblical phrase living rent free in my mind.  I stepped in, my mouth sweeping the floor. To say the house was beautiful, well kept and ...

“ Ngai! Weee....nikii! Umefungia nguo yangu nje! Nkt!" I shouted nearly biting the tout’s head off. He had just closed the door on my exquisite floral dress, that I had taken an hour or so to convince myself to wear. I should have used an uber right? The tout opened the door slightly and out of rage, I yanked my dress, nearly pulling it to my chest to prevent another mishap. I pulled out my phone from the clutch and checked the time, 9:30 pm great, I’m late. I shut my eyes and groaned inwardly. I was not one to believe in family curses but I did not also take them lightly. My family had this curse of being absolutely late for mostly everything. Guess I was wearing this family curse like a gold chain to my date. “I would allow you to be late in that outfit.” Came a deep sexy voice next to me. I turned, only to find that the guy next to me had his phone held up to his ear, like he was on a call. Bummer, I thought that compliment was for me.  I looked on ahead, anxious to...