I have lost count of the times I have tapped the steering wheel. My phone buzzes. For a second I weigh whether to pick it or not. What the heck, I can’t think straight when it comes to her.

Kevin, where are you? I really need to get out of here,” goes Adele’s frail voice.

“I’ll be there in a few. Just hold on.”

“Okay. Hurry up.”

She quickly hangs up leaving me staring at the blank screen. For starters, I don’t even know why I’m here answering her S.M.S (Save My Soul) call yet I’m not Batman, leave alone Bruce Wayne. Couldn’t she have called someone else? Or is it the gods answering my prayers?

The traffic light turns green and the cars start moving. Even so, a part of me is still trying to decide if it’s too late to turn around and go back home to my soulmate, the TV. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to be batman for a night. As I make my way on Moi Avenue. Since traffic is light I get to my destination, Club Edge, in less than ten.

“Hey, I’m outside.”

 “Will be there in a second.”

The number of people waiting to get into the club is both impressive and worrying. 96% of them are campus kids going to spend their parents’ money. Do their parents even have a clue?

A tap on the passenger’s window breaks my judgmental moment. It’s Adele. She quickly gets into the car and buckles up her seatbelt. Her eyes look swollen. Her face seems to be in patches as some of her make-up has been wiped off. She must have been crying. There is a bruise on her a right hand. The expression on her face is one that’s full of melancholy and regret.

Should I ask what happened or just drive her home? Silence reigns in the car. You know, if a pin was to drop, I believe we’d both hear the sequential sounds produced as it rests on the floor. Finally, she breaks the silence.

“Please get me out of here.”

I drive out of the parking lot, turn to Kenyatta Avenue then make a left on Uhuru Highway. A part of me is tempted to turn on the music to reduce the tension while the other part wants to bombard her with questions. I choose the latter.

  “What happened to your arm?”

   “It’s nothing.”

    “What went on in that club?”

     “It’s nothing.”

     “Will you at least tell me why you were crying?”

     “It’s nothing,”

     “Okay then. Where do you want me to take you?”

     “Anywhere that will give me some peace of mind.”

Anger begins to build up in me. I mean, I sacrificed my time to come to her rescue but all she can manage to say is ‘it’s nothing’ and ‘anywhere that will give me some peace of mind’- is she on her period? Another question pops into mind but just as I’m about to pose it, she turns on the radio. I guess she really doesn’t want to talk.

My concentration shifts to the road. Surprisingly, there’s less traffic for a Friday night, which means we will get home, Ongata Rongai, in less than 30 minutes. What a relief! The music playing seems to give me some peace of mind that leads me to reason out how terrible she must be feeling. Her eyes are still glued to the window. I can’t tell if she’s enjoying watching the stars or if she feels ashamed to even look me in the eye.

“Is it okay if I spend the night at your place?” she asks

 “Yea, sure. No problem,” I respond rather enthusiastically.

A couple of minutes later, I pull outside my house. Anxiety and anticipation kick in. Should I let her sleep on the bed while I sleep on the couch? Should I make a move on her? Should I just be a darling? Wait, do I even have condoms? The watchman opens the rusty gate cutting short my chain of thought. I cruise into the ground parking. We then progress to the house.

The house is stuffy, bordering untidy. Nevertheless, she doesn’t seem to mind any of it. She sinks into the couch. I sit on the glass table facing her.

  “Can we talk about what’s going on because I’m pretty confused?”

  “If you insist. Just don’t judge,”

  “I won’t,”

  “For quite some time, my ex, the guy you watched me banging, has been asking if we can get back together. At first, I thought it was a good idea so I said yes to us shagging for one last time. However, it didn’t change a thing. Afterward, I actually felt stupid and cheap.”

 “So you’ve been single all this time?”

 “Yes, but I can say he has been making me feel as if I’m not single,”

  “Okay, so what happened tonight at the club?”

  “Things were great till he started telling his boys that we had gotten back together and I couldn’t handle that so I came out clean about my interest in another guy.”

  “How did he react?”

“He got angry and started creating a fuss. When I tried to walk away, he got violent and started mishandling me,”

  “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

  “Thanks. I’ll be fine.”

  “You know, you would have called the guy you’re into. I’m sure he’d have understood.”

  “I did call him. He’s the one who picked me up.”

At this point, the expression on my face goes from one that’s full of concern to a face that’s begging to blush all night long.

“You’re into me?”

“Yes. Why?”

“You don’t act like it,”

“How so?”

“After our date night, you became distant. I even thought that I’m a terrible kisser,”

“No-no-no. I just didn’t want to fall for you so I opted to keep my distance,”

“How’s that working for you?”

“Not that well.”

I’m a bit confused. Is she saying all these just to please me? Does she mean it? Why I’m I excited by the thought of her meaning what she’s saying? See, as much as I’m interested in her, I don’t want to rush things or do something that may offend her. 1-2-3 minutes pass. Without realizing it, I get absorbed by the many thoughts in my head.

“I do mean it when I say I’m into you,” says a voice to my ear.

 “Prove it,” I whisper to her.

As if she had been eagerly waiting for those words, she buries her lips into mine. Her kisses are like the best wine that goes down smoothly. She then pulls herself closer to me and wraps her hands around me. Her touch fills up my senses like a storm in the desert. The pace of her heartbeat against my chest makes me wish that someday I’ll die in her arms. Every sense in my body is screaming ‘I want to give up my hoe life for you’ She then stops and looks into my eyes giving me a look that says ‘I just want to be in your arms forever’.

“Why did you stop?” I ask

“That was my way to prove I’m into you,”

“Then let me also prove that I’m into you.”

One by one, clothes drop to the floor. Her breasts are like the twins of a gazelle. Her skin is smooth as a baby’s butt. The sense of grabbing her future not only makes me get hard but also makes my hairs stand.

“Come with me my love,” I say as I lead her to a larger seat. She lies down.

Damn, she is so fine! The smile on her face makes her cheeks look like halves of a pomegranate. She then pulls me towards her.

“I want all of you,” she whispers into my ear.

Calculatedly, I whip out my soldier. She lets out a certain moan that reveals both pleasure and delight. A moan that not only gives me a reaction but motivates me to go further. In a couple of thrusts, her slight moans become powerful moans. The more she moans the harder I thrust, the harder I thrust the more she moans. The more the thrusts, the more her breasts move like dancing puppets. Finally, she yells the safe word, ‘SpongeBob’. As if it was what I had been waiting for, my soldier does the honor.

The bedside clock reads 3:02 am. The night is quiet and peaceful. The stars are still shining like diamonds. She’s sound asleep. My conscience wouldn’t let me catch a wink. Was sleeping with her was a mistake. I mean, we didn’t even use protection. Carefully, I get out of my bed. Even so, I feel restless. Why her? Why tonight? Was she thinking straight? Did I act like a savage? Just as I’m about to walk out of the room, something interrupts me.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,”

“It’s okay. Come on, you should get some sleep.”

She stretches out her hand leaving me no choice but to join her in bed. Like a cat. She cuddles herself up with my arms wrapped around her waist. Within seconds, she falls asleep. Maybe she isn’t the holiest but a great part of me feels at home when she’s around. Could she be the one I have been waiting for? Maybe yes or maybe no. If yes, then I’m very lucky. If no, it’s best I enjoy it while it lasts. Furthermore, it’s not every night you get to be batman.

Written By Daisy Njeri.


Daisy Njeri
Daisy Njeri


Daisy is a student of Multimedia University and a budding lifestyle blogger. She is also my newest protégé. She is highly talented, hardworking, ambitious and smart. I’m mentoring her with the hope that one day she will get to influence millions across the world with her writing. Check out her relatively new blog


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  1. 1

    Nice writing, but I wish the guy used protection. With STDs, unwanted prefnancies and all.

    Or maybe a follow up read would be how this one encounter deteriorated into madness.

  2. 9

    The story is well articulated, keep up the good work Daisy.
    Maish,God bless you for the good job you are doing. I can’t wait for you to be announced winner during BAKE Awards

  3. 10

    Wow…that was amazing. could you clarify whether it’s whole life or ‘hoe life’ coz am still in the dark regarding that statement

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