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Table of Contents
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE ONE - Morgan** ................................................................................. 4
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWO - Worries ** ............................................................................... 7
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE THREE – Ironies of parenting** ........................................................ 12
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE FOUR – Morgan in Watamu**.......................................................... 17
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE FIVE – Mwende** ............................................................................. 22
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE SIX – Girls girls**............................................................................... 26
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE SEVEN – Teasing and provoking** ................................................... 31
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE EIGHT – What a man does ** ........................................................... 36
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE NINE – Man enough? ** ................................................................... 41
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TEN – The fear** .............................................................................. 46
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE ELEVEN – Leave me alone**............................................................. 51
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWELVE – Pregnant** ...................................................................... 56
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE THIRTEEN – Denial ** ....................................................................... 60
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE FOURTEEN – Girls** ......................................................................... 65
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE FIFTEEN – Wedding party** ............................................................. 70
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE SIXTEEN – Night of party**............................................................... 75
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE SEVENTEEN – Football match** ....................................................... 80
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE EIGHTEEN – Flirting with girls** ....................................................... 85
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE NINETEEN – Disco Matanga** .......................................................... 91
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY –Morgan goes to Mombasa** ........................................... 96
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-ONE –Life in Mombasa** ................................................ 101
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-TWO – Big city life**........................................................ 107
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-THREE – First sexual encounter** ................................... 112
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-FOUR – Wonders? ** ...................................................... 117
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-FIVE – Dilemmas all through**........................................ 122
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-SIX – Business meeting** ................................................ 127
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-SEVEN – Hussein** .......................................................... 132
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-EIGHT – Morgan gets away **......................................... 137
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-NINE – Surprise move! **................................................ 142
**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE THIRTY – Infatuation?? ** .............................................................. 146
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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE THIRTY -ONE – Morgan goes to college ** .................................... 150
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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE THIRTY -TWO – More with Morgan ** ........................................... 155

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE THIRTY -THREE – Protecting your love** ....................................... 160
MANVITA: RESTORE YOUR MANHOOD POWER ....................................................................................... 164
FEMICARE: RESTORING YOUR WOMANHOOD ......................................................................................... 165
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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE ONE - Morgan**
“My son is now 23 years old; I have never seen him with a girl, he has never introduced me to any girl and
even if a girl comes visiting our home, he behaves like she does not even exist. Please advise me, how
should I know if my son is a man enough?” Clara lamented over the state of her son, her only son and only
child.

Clara herself was a single mother who did not chose to be a single mother but found herself as one after
discovering that the man she had date for 4 years was a bisexual, a thing that really broke her heart until
she terminated the relationship.

The man she was confiding to was a close and trusted family friend who was 3 years older than her son,
his name was Anthony.

“But your boy is ok according to me, just not in a hurry to engage with girls, just give him time. Once he
sees the need to have a girlfriend he shall go ahead and have one.” Anthony told Clara.

“No! Morgan has been like this since he was a teenage, he has always avoided girls,” Clara said looking
keenly into Anthony’s eyes until Anthony looked away, “Morgan probably has a problem. You as his close
friend, why don’t you engage him and know if he has a problem? We can perhaps help him.”

Anthony nearly laughed,” Mama Morgan, how am I to know if Morgan has a problem? I mean, some issues
are rather too private to open up!”

Clara was considering all options available but still not coming to a conclusion. She was so desperate to
know if her son was a man enough such that were it not for the taboos, she would literally seduce him to
know if at all he ever raises to occasion or perhaps he was sexually impotent.

But being naturally a schemer, Clara never lacked ideas.

“Anthony, listen to me carefully and please consider that this is my only idea, feel free to give me another
idea.” Clara told Anthony.

“Alright, bring your idea.” Anthony told Clara.

Clara smiled, her usual charming smile which had a way of making her seem younger despite being 39
years old.
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“This is my bright idea, and you will be the architect of this idea. I will give you money. Take Morgan out,
get some girls for yourselves, no, first engage the girl and make sure you have briefed the girl everything
she needs to do. She is to, eeh! You know, check if Morgan’s hardware is functional and give you a report.
But make it seem innocent. Engage the girls, put them in a compromising situation that will make Morgan
admire at least one of them, or one girl to admire Morgan. Let her go and do whatever she can but to just
ensure Morgan is a man enough.” Clara said.

The very thought of everything wade Anthony think hard. What if the girls are infected? Won’t Clara blame
him forever?

It was like Clara read into Anthony’s thoughts, she said,” Listen, VCT are free, encourage the girls to be
tested. In fact, do the testing yourself. I do not want Morgan coming home with a disease after a night of
fun. All I want is a report to know if he is a man enough and can have a woman. I am growing old, Anthony,
and I need Morgan to get married and give me a grandchild like any other woman.” Clara said.

Anthony considered all options. He knew it was not going to be easy with Morgan who never seemed to
have a liking for girls despite being a handsome young man. His mother was even a great bonus to
Morgan’s youthfulness as she was a rich single mother who even had her own car and her own house.
She had ensured Morgan got everything he ever desired, but Morgan preferred leading a low-key type of
life. He even never bothered to know how to drive the car!

“Mama Morgan, your son is pretty much ok. You are being impatient with him. Some things are supposed
to come naturally, attraction is natural and so is love life. Once Morgan shall feel the urge, he shall get a
girl and do whatever is necessary. Give him time.” Anthony told Clara.

Clara got impatient with Anthony and gave him a long piercing stare. “Anthony, are you going to help me
or you are going to take me round and round? Or, let me guess, you too are not a man enough.”

“Oh! Come on! Let us not go in that direction. Ok, what do you want me to do?” Anthony asked Clara
looking into her hips.

“Listen, this is my idea and I have explained to you very well, I am giving you 20,000. Ok? You use your
brains on where and how to lure Morgan to go out with you. Get girls who are clean, make sure the girls
are sexy enough for any man to admire. I want a report from you if my boy is a man enough or he has a
problem. Ah! Do you think mothers love it when their sons behave like they are weaklings? We only
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pretend to warn them against women but deep down we want a bull that can make village girls fight for
him. you know what I mean now!” Clara said.

“Fine, fine. I get you now.” Anthony said thinking what to do with 20,000. He was as broke as a church
mouse and he already was formulating plans in his head. If this woman gives me 20,000, I will use only
5,000 and the rest I am going to pocket.

“Right now, I am going home and I do not want any visitor. So, come tomorrow to my house and we shall
talk more. Don’t take this as a joke. I need Morgan to behave like a man. And you too, start thinking about
my plan. You are close to Morgan and I know he trusts you; don’t let me down.” Clara said.

“Don’t worry, I will make you proud, Mama Morgan.” Anthony said.

“Why don’t you call me by my name, I hate this Mama Morgan thing all the time.” Clara said.

“Ok, Clara, as you wish.” Anthony said.

“At least. Mama Morgan makes me feel 50, I am still young.” Clara said and gave Anthony a charming
smile.

Anthony knew so well that Clara despite being 39 years old, she was still a hot cake. The woman had
managed to maintain herself such that she looked as if she was in her late 20s. She was one woman who
was never growing old. Even by how she loved to joke around with everyone, most people could never
guess her age and some even thought Morgan and Clara were siblings.

“Clara, you are young, forever young.” Anthony told Clara.

“Can you now go away; you know you are like a son to me.” Clara said and without even saying goodbye,
she turned and walked away. Anthony just stared at her as she swung her hips provocatively under her
short loosely fitting dark blue dress.

“Tomorrow! 6 pm. The only person I have an appointment with is you. Don’t let me down.” Clara said
without even turning.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWO - Worries **
“Crazy mother.” Anthony said as he walked away too. It was such a strange request he did not even have
an idea how to go about it.

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On the other end, Clara, after getting home, sat down thinking about her only son, Morgan. Morgan was
not in the house and she was not aware where the boy was. A lot was going on in her mind concerning
her son. Does my son erect, can he make a girl pregnant, is he so shy such that he cannot approach a girl,
what exactly is his problem? She had no answers to her stream of questions.

She could only remember how she got sexually active at such a young age. She lost her virginity at 14 to
her boyfriend who was in form three by then when she was in form one. She could remember how she
felt a sharp pain as the boy penetrated but later got to enjoy. She could remember how the boy kept
saying how nice it felt and could not imagine that her son was such a grown-up boy but seemed to totally
not interested with girls.

She began to think: what can I feed him to make him into a man enough?

Clara had ensured the boy never lacked anything. She had even bought for Morgan a nice mountain bike
to enable him to be moving around comfortably. She ensured to always buy for her son the latest trendy
clothes so as to ensure her son was always attractive. Indeed, the boy was handsome. He was slender,
lean, chocolate colored and spotless, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall.

Clara had even ensured to always buy the latest romantic movies with enough provocative scenes, set an
entire library of movie DVDs where Morgan would see them. Morgan would watch movies all the same
with his mother observing him but the boy would normally watch them just for entertainment.

“What is my son missing?” Clara asked herself before hearing a soft knock at the door which startled her
back to reality.

It was Morgan coming home from the nearest shopping center. He had gone for a haircut.

“Mum am home.” Morgan said politely.

“Welcome back my son.” Clara said. One thing Clara loved about Morgan, the boy was extremely polite
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Morgan headed straight to the fridge and poured himself a glass of juice. It was evening but the day was
still hot.

“How is Gede?” Clara asked Morgan.

“Gede is fine.” Morgan said politely. They lived at a small village not so far from Gede shopping center in
Malindi, near to Gedi Ruins where Clara had bought a 2-acre farm and built a nice bungalow all in a bid to
give her son the best out of this life.

“Why don’t you use your mountain bike to go whenever you wish to go there?” Clara asked Morgan.

“I love walking.” Morgan said.

“Be using the bike.” Clara told Morgan. She knew Morgan stood a better chance of scoring a girl riding the
nice mountain bike as it was one of the latest models fitted with even a speed-o-meter, springs to absorb
the shock from a stony road and a small battery that was chargeable that enabled the mountain bike to
be lit even when you are not in motion at night. It also had a GPS and a compass just in case you were
going to a place you hardly knew.

“Mum, I have told you several times that I love walking.” Morgan insisted.

“I also bought for you 3 pair of jeans and 5 t-shirts. You have never worn them.” Clara told Morgan.

“Oh! I even forgot I have new clothes. I will begin wearing them.” Morgan said. He was wearing an old
faded black pair of jeans and a yellow T-shirt that was not even matching with the jeans.

“Be wearing new clothes. Look at yourself now with a faded jean. You are looking bad. Tomorrow I want
to see you on your new clothes.” Clara told Morgan.

“Mum, these jeans are heavy. Imagine the hustles of washing them? I get tired it is why I wear one jean
for 4 days.” Morgan said and laughed as if he just said something funny. Clara even laughed too.

“Just tell me you want a house girl to be washing your clothes. Should I get you a house girl?” Clara asked.

“No need, not necessary. I can be washing them even if it means once per month.” Morgan said.

The statement made Clara’s heart sink. It was like Morgan never lacked an excuse to stay away from girls.
Clara knew Morgan would sometimes wake up and do a thorough cleaning around the house but being a
man, it took him a long time before thinking about it.
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“Morgan, you need a house girl to be helping you around the house. This house is too big for you alone.
Imagine how you get tired the days you decide to clean it? How about washing your clothes which you
have worn for almost a month?” Clara said.

“Mum,” Morgan said, “That is a waste of money. Save that money and do something else. I am not
crippled. Even if I keep my clothes for 2 months, I still wash them and you know that. Anyway, I am
hungry.”

“There is Muthokoi in the fridge, just warm it and eat. I do not feel like taking supper.” Clara said. Her
worries had even made her lose appetite.

“I am not eating if you are not eating.” Morgan said.

“Ok, warm for two but give me a small portion.” Clara told Morgan.

Morgan woke up and went to the kitchen. He warmed up the food fast. He also picked some fruits in the
fridge: bananas, an avocado and a mango which he mixed into some fruit salad.

Morgan took the food to the table inside a hot dish, served himself and served his mother. He hen walked
to his bedroom and took off his t-shirt. He wore a vest and walked back to the table room. As he sat down,
Clara was looking at him from the side of her eyes. The boy reminded him of her ex, the man who sired
the boy with her. He was a tall gentleman but was her third boyfriend.

Morgan noticed at his mother looking at him but did not say anything about it.

“You have grown taller than me.” Clara said for lack of what to tell her son at that moment.

“Men always outgrow women in height. It is not a surprise to me.” Morgan said.

Clara thought within himself: Don’t girls also fall for him? he is tall and handsome!

“You are even taller than your friend, Anthony yet Anthony is older than you.” Clara said.

“Ah! Can’t you see even his father is short?” Morgan said and laughed.

“Yes, and how comes today you are not with Anthony? I normally see you with him.” Clara said.

“I have not seen him today; I do not even know where he is.” Morgan said.

“Serious? You do not even bother to know where your friend is? That is not right. For someone you
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you out in situations where strangers cannot.” Clara wanted to ensure that the two were closer so that
Anthony would be in a better position to do as Clara wanted.

“Ok, tomorrow I will invite him over so that we shall watch a movie. I also miss him. I have not seen him
for a few days, probably a week.” Morgan said.

“Yes, you should not drop your friends. Friends are like brothers to you now that you do not have a
younger brother. I also have friends who I know even if I was in whatever situation, I would call them and
they would come for me anytime.” Clara said.

“Ok, mum. And you are not eating your food.” Morgan told his mother. She had not even taken a bite
whereas Morgan had already finished his plate.

“Eat my son, you need that strength to grow. For me, I am already a grown up I do not need much food.”
Clara said jokingly but began eating.

“Mum, my phone got cracked, its screen is cracked I cannot even see who is calling me.” Morgan said
removing his phone from his pocket to show his mother.

“It is an old one, I will buy you a new and a better phone. But be careful with your phones, even the last
one you dropped it in the water remember…” Clara told Morgan.

“Sorry mum, but it was an accident. Won’t happen again.” Morgan said politely. He then suddenly stood
up after eating his supper.

“Time to go to sleep.” Morgan said.

“I thought you will watch a movie before sleeping. It is too early to go to sleep.” Clara said. Time had
moved and it was almost 9 pm.

“No, mum. I am sleepy.” Morgan dropped the utensils at the kitchen sink. He knew his mother would
come and wash them after she was done with her own food.

Morgan grabbed his towel and headed for the bathroom.

As Morgan showered, Clara could not avoid thinking, is my boy a man enough? Does he ever desire a girl?
Does he ever get wet dreams? Does he masturbate hence why he does not desire to even have a
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girlfriend? Morgan even took longer time showering such that Clara found herself imagining what Morgan
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Morgan finished bathing and walked to his bathroom wrapped in a long towel.

Clara on the other hand finished eating and went to the kitchen to clean up. She was all along thinking: I
will convince Morgan that we need a house girl probably he shall see her as attractive and hit on her.

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the following day, Clara woke up as early as usual to prepare to go to work where she was working as
management assistant. She prepared breakfast for Morgan to wake up and find everything ready. She
boiled 4 eggs, took some bread, applied blue band on the bread pieces and made some tea seasoned with
tea masala which she really loved.

As Clara wore her clothes in front of a mirror, she looked at herself and imagined, suppose Morgan gets a
young lady with my beauty, will he hit on her?

“Morgan…” Clara called out. Morgan did not reply despite hearing his mother calling out.

“I am off to work.” Clara said and left.

Morgan took his time to wake up. He woke up at almost 10 am, dragged himself to the kitchen where the
tea was ready for him. As he sat down to have his breakfast, he put on a movie to be playing, a Nigerian
movie which went by the name TRUE LOVE by Ramsey Noah.

Clara while seated behind her computer screen could not stop worrying about her son. The worry was
made worse when she saw a boy who she knew was younger than her son walking with another girl she
knew was in her final year in high school. The two were walking like they were in love as they were nearly
holding hands. She even felt jealous of the boy. She imagined the boy going to have sex with the girl,
probably the girl was a virgin and thought: why can’t my boy approach a girl?

“Hey, Clara! I have said good morning 3 times now!” it was Michael, her boss.

“Oh! Sorry Michael, good morning.” Clara said suddenly composing herself to pay attention with her
charming smile.

“What are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thoughts.” Michael said.
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“No, I am ok. Just the usual worries of life.” Clara said.

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“I think I should be the one most worried here.” Michael said taking a seat opposite Clara. That was Clara’s
office and Michael had his own office.

“What is your worry? Do men like you ever get worried? You are the boss here and you have money what
is there to worry about?” Clara asked Michael.

“Let me tell you my worry…” Michael said, “It is about my boy.”

“What about him?” Clara asked thinking it could also have been like Morgan.

“Julius is giving me sleepless nights. I feel like killing the boy right now he will kill me with pressure.” Michal
said sounding distressed.

“What has he done?” Clara asked.

“Since Julius finished form four, barely a year now, it is case after another at home. His mother is nearly
suffering from HBP thanks to the boy. Today I got a call from his mother, he has made yet another girl
pregnant from the neighborhood. Can’t this boy realize the dangers he is putting himself through? There
are diseases out there but he never listens!” Michael said.

The statement made Clara jealous. She wished it was her boy proving to be a man at least once. She would
pretend to scold him but deep down she would be happy to be called a grandmother and to know that
her boy was a man after all.

“Yet another? You are speaking as if he had made several girls pregnant…” Clara said.

“Don’t even talk about it, this is the 6th girl, 6th! In one year, during high school I got several such cases
until I transferred him to a day school near our home thinking, I will be able to contain him. This boy is
just so reckless. What am I supposed to do to him? I feel like castrating him already!” Michael was furious.

“But you should be happy someone somewhere is calling you a grandpa.” Clara said jokingly.

“Listen to yourself talking, do you know the pain we are going through? Me and my wife? Imagine the
parents of these girls coming to our place to scold us and there is nothing we can do about it! Oh! God!
This boy is insane. I will go home this weekend; I will tie him to a pole and cane him like a dog.” Michael
said.
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“Don’t kill the boy. Do not beat him up. Remember he is now a grown-up man, how old is he?” Clara
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“He is 20 years old now. Awaiting to join campus the end of this year. But at this rate, will he even make
it there?” Michael asked.

“He will, be glad he wants to join university. Since my boy finished school, he is just there, I do not know
what he wants with life. He never tells me if he wants to go to college or wants me to start a business for
him, he can sometimes sleep the whole day. in fact…” Clara stopped talking. She was about to say the boy
does not even approach girls but hesitated.

“I wish my boy would sleep all day. He goes out there to play football in a certain local football club. From
there he disappears and comes back home sometimes past midnight. Sometimes he will even come with
a girl and secretly sneak the girl into the house, imagine my house!” Michael said.

“He is a total man!” Clara said.

“Total man my ass! The boy is just stupid. At his age I did not even how a pussy looks like, yet he has close
to 6 children that I know with various girls! You would have seen the fury of one of the fathers of the girls.
He nearly beat me up telling me that I have let my boy loose to destroy the lives of young girls in the
village.” Michael said.

“I have an idea…” Clara said.

“Any idea is welcome.” Michael said.

“Bring Julius here to be with you for some time. sometimes when boys stay with their fathers, they get
disciplined. You can even postpone his joining campus to be with you here. I understand he is the first
born, isn’t it?” Clara asked.

“Yes, he is.” Michael said.

“Good, be with him, slowly teach him what it is to be a responsible boy. Make him understand the dangers
he is exposing himself to. You can even put up a business for him to keep him occupied.” Clara told Michel.

“This boy? NKT! He does not even listen to his mother. Such a silly boy, do you know he even attempted
to rape his own cousin one day? his mother told me so!” Michael said.

“Relax, you are so angry…” Clara said.

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“I am, glad the boy is not here with me, otherwise, I would have been taken to police today.” Michael said
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“Mike, you are only 5 feet 6 inches tall, with broad shoulders, but your son is now …” Clara was still
speaking when Michal took over the sentence.

“He is now 6 feet tall but leaner than me. I will break his bones. Being taller than your father does not
make you have balls of steel. This boy needs some discipline I am tired of being called to men’s baraza all
the time being told to tame my wayward son.” Michael said.

“Bring the boy over, perhaps he can be friends with my son.” Clara said.

“No, your son is perfectly behaved, I have never seen him with girls. I know he is waiting for the perfect
time for such things.” Michael said. Michael was a very observant man and had observed Morgan a few
times and realized the boy was a little of an introvert.

For Clara, her wish was one: at least see Morgan with at least one girl.

“Life is so interesting…” Clara said almost speaking to herself.

“What?” Michal did not hear her properly.

“Never mind, bring Julius over, stay with him and with time you will be able to control him.” Clara told
Michael.

As Michael sat there, his phone rang.

“Oh! Here comes another stress…” Michal said standing up.

“What is it again? It is called being a parent.” Clara said.

“My daughter got chased out of school. I am yet to know why and my wife is not telling me why, all she
wants is me to go home soonest possible. Let me speak with my wife over the phone, see you later, and
please remember to sign those cheques that were brought to you yesterday…” Michael said and walked
out of the office fast.

Clara could not even remember where she kept the cheques. She however continued to check her emails
while listening to some music that was playing on her laptop.

“Hey, hey, here I am worried about Morgan for not being interested with girls, and my boss has an entirely
different problem with his son, what a world of parenting!” Clara told herself almost laughing. She even
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A sudden knock at the door startled Clara. It was Morgan at the door.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE FOUR – Morgan in Watamu**
“What is it Morgan?” Clara asked her son.

“I want to go to Watamu.” Morgan said politely.

“You could have just called me and told me.” Clara told Morgan.

“My phone battery died.” Morgan said.

“Due to lack of charge or?” Clara asked.

“I don’t know. Please give me Kshs 3,000.” Morgan told his mother.

Clara took her purse and removed 3 clean Kshs 1,000 notes and handed them to Morgan. Morgan looked
at them against the light smiling.

Clara laughed and asked, “Hey! Can I really give you fake money?”

“Not you.” Morgan said, “someone can give you then you to give to me.”

“Ok, I will be careful now.” Clara said.

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Later during the day, Morgan took a matatu and went to the beach in Watamu, picked a lone spot and sat
there just admiring how the waves were crushing against the rocks and washing away the sand from the
shore. He could see people walking in pairs, some blacks and whites, some young and old but as a couple.

One couple caught Morgan’s attention; it was a very old European woman and a young man of early 20s.
The man had dreadlocks on his head. They were walking aimlessly along the beach with the man petting
the woman from time to time, sometimes spanking her wrinkled ass.

When the couple got closer, the boy looked at Morgan keenly, smiled and began walking towards Morgan.
The boy looked familiar to Morgan but he could not remember where he saw him.

“Morgan, or aren’t you Morgan?” the young man called out.

“Yes, and, it is like I once saw you somewhere…” Morgan replied.

“Yes, I am Allan, remember me back in primary school? Gede Primary? The boy you used to call Allan
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“Wow! so it is you! Man, you have completely changed.” Morgan told Allan.

Morgan and Allan schooled together in same primary school. Allan was so dumb in class such that teachers
just gave him free pass to keep moving ahead since he never could pass any exam. When they did KCPE,
Allan scored a measly 194/700!

After Allan finished class 8, his parents gave up in him and he did not continue to secondary school.

“Oh! I now remember you so well, man! Long time!” Morgan said.

“Yes, and this is my sweet heart. She is known as Ashley from England.” Allan said introducing the two.

“Oh! Nice to meet you.” Ashley said. She extended her hand to greet Morgan.

“Pleasure. He is an old friend.” Morgan said politely.

Ashley smiled at Allan and asked him, “Should I leave the two of you for a while to catch up with old times?
I can walk back to the hotel alone then you will find me there.”

“It is ok, sweet heart. I won’t be long.” Allan said.

Ashley kissed Allan and walked away slowly.

“Man, you have gotten to be so big, what are you eating?” Morgan asked Allan. Allan had grown to be 6
feet 6 inches tall, broad shoulders and with big muscles which he was not shy to show off.

“But even my own father is tall.” Allan said with a chuckle.

“Yes, but not as tall as you, see yourself, wow! and what are you doing with an old woman, your grand
mother literally?” Morgan asked Allan while laughing.

“Survival man, survival out here. Use what you have to get what you do not have. These old Wazungus
come to Africa while so lonely. They want some loving and a strong man like me,” Allan flexed his left arm.
He was left-handed, “So when they get men like us, they get so happy.”

“So, is she your wife?” Morgan asked Allan.

“Yes, part time wife. She is my wife as long as she is in Kenya. I fuck her, she rewards me, I build my life.”
Allan said.
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“Man, if you have a nice body, and a nice dick, these white ladies will die for you. Just come here, be a
beach boy, learn a few foreign languages and you are good to go. Right now, I speak Italian fluently. I am
slowly learning to speak French and German.” Allan said.

“How do you say good morning in Italian?” Morgan asked Allan.

“Buongiorno” Allan replied instantly.

“Wow, any other phrase you know?” Morgan asked Allan.

“Lascia che ti fotti” Allan said and laughed.

“Meaning?” Morgan asked.

“Let me fuck you!” Allan said.

“Idiot!” Morgan called Allan.

“No, I do not mean I want to fuck you, I mean, it is the translation of that phrase “Lascia che ti fotti”” Allan
said.

“Oh! I thought you just told me you want to fuck me!” Morgan said. Both laughed so hard.

“Facciamo colazione: means let us have breakfast.” Allan said.

“And is that how you win these Wazungus? By just talking to them?” Morgan asked.

“Not at all. Most love African dudes because we are strong and can fuck them well. Like this woman with
me, she told me her husband had a dick half my size and she could only get an orgasm with him if he did
cunnilingus to her, but not when he is fucking her.” Allan said.

“You man are so rotten! When did you get to learn all these? Damn!” Morgan said.

“In school, they taught us we can use our hands to earn a living, we can use legs to earn a living, we can
use eyes to earn a living, we can use our brains: all these are our organs, why don’t they teach us we can
also use our dicks to earn a living? I wasted my time in primary school I should have set myself to be a
beachboy from young age. Right now, I am building for my sick mum a house in Mijomboni, a few
kilometers from Gede. This Mzungu is giving me money to do the project. I am building for her a two-
bedroom house. I know I will get her blessings and God will bless me too for that.” Allan said.
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“Man, you have an entirely different meaning of what is all about God’s blessings! Imagine me building
my mother a house out of sleeping around with monied Wazungus! That is totally disgusting!” Morgan
said.

“By the way how is your mum? Its been years since I saw her.” Allan asked Morgan.

“She is fine. Still working in Gede with that conservatory where you last saw her.” Morgan said.

“Let me tell you, our mothers do not care how we get money as long as we support them. Do something
to earn you some income and you will earn respect from your own mother.” Allan said while taking his
phone that was ringing inside his pocket.

“But not this way…” Morgan said.

“Ashley is calling me, let me go to her now. See you later. In case you want me to hook you up with a rich
old mzungu woman, just give me a call, here, get my number.” Allan told Morgan handing him a business
card. From the business card, Allan was posing as a tour guide.

Morgan did not even notice that Allan was long gone by the time he was done looking at the well
laminated business card. He saved Allan’s number and began strolling along the beach intending to look
for a place to buy some Madafu.

Morgan kept walking until he met some boys cutting some Madafu. He bought one, quickly consumed it
and went on walking until he found himself in a secluded part of the beach. He kept walking until he saw
some people having sex inside the water. That was when he turned around to walk back.

However, upon turning around, he came face to face with two men who seemed like they had been
following him.

“Hey, dude, do you understand that this is private property and you are trespassing?” The two men asked
Morgan.

“Oh! I am sorry, I am so sorry, I did not know. There is no sign showing that this is a private property.”
Morgan could not understand how someone could cut off an entire section of the beach and call it private
property.

“Use your mind! Did you see anyone else in this section?” one of the men asked Morgan. Morgan felt his
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“Ok, forgive me, I never knew this is private property.” Morgan said.

The two men spoke in some foreign language that Morgan could not understand. Then one of them turned
towards Morgan and told him, “You give us some lunch and we let you go free, failure to, we set the dogs
to eat you.” Then he pointed towards a gate that stood at the end of the sandy section of the beach. There
stood two huge guard dogs, German Shepherds that seemed like they could tear someone in pieces within
minutes.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE FIVE – Mwende**
Morgan not wanting trouble reached for his pocket, turned around and took out Kshs 1,000 and gave to
the two men. The two men smiled and one of them told him, “God bless you; we love such people and
wish many more of your kind would trespass here. Go in peace.”

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Two weeks later, Clara had already planned on testing her own boy if she was really functional. She
wanted to have a proof for herself.

Clara approached a young girl who she knew was naughty enough to fall for her tricks. Her name was
Mwende, a daughter of a family friend.

“Mwende, I am going straight to the point and I am going to pay you for this; so, if you feel what I am
proposing to you is not something you can do, just tell me.” Clara told Mwende.

“What do you want Mama Clara?” Mwende asked.

Mwende was a 21 years old girl. They hailed from Kitui. She was a short medium built dark skinned lady
with smooth skin.

“I want to know if my son can have a woman, that is your assignment that I want to give to you.” Clara
told Mwende as they sat together at her home. Morgan was out visiting his friend Anthony.

Mwende laughed and asked, “And how am I supposed to do that?”

“I am leaving you with Morgan for a week in my house. I know he knows you and will not mind having you
around. Will tell him that you will just be cooking for him, see if he will make a move since I suspect my
boy is not normal with women.” Clara said.

“Ok, but…” Mwende said.

“But what?” Clara asked.

“Ok, I will. When?” Mwende asked.

“Next week, I will travel to Nairobi and leave you with him in the house.” Clara told Mwende.
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“Ok, we shall see how it goes.” Mwende was already anticipating to remain behind with Morgan. She had
admired Morgan but knowing that Morgan was a shy boy, she never really had no idea how to even
approach him.

“I will leave you with Kshs 10,000 in case you need to buy something in the house.” Clara told Mwende.

As they were talking, Morgan came back and got into the house without knocking.

“Oh! Mwende, so you are here visiting my mum? Welcome!” Morgan told Mwende while extending his
hand to greet her.

“I also came to visit you.” Mwende said naughtily.

“Then you are welcome. I am from walking around and now I am back.” Morgan said and walked into his
bedroom without even waiting for an answer.

“And your boy has really grown big.” Mwende said in admiration.

“My worry is how he associate with girls, like now he cannot sit here as long as you are here.” Clara said.

“Maybe he is shy.” Mwende said avoiding eye contact.

“How about you know that on your own?” Clara told Mwende.

“Morgan!” Clara called out loudly, “Come here please…”

Morgan politely walked to the table room and took the seat furthest to the two ladies.

“I will be travelling to Nairobi next week and since I did not want you to remain alone, I am leaving
Mwende to take care of the house around here. She will do the house chores for you.” Clara told Morgan.

Morgan knew better not to decline that since his mother spoke authoritatively.

“Ok.” Morgan said.

“She will be sleeping in my bedroom, so she will live with you for a week until I come back.” Clara told
Morgan.

The thought of being with Morgan for a week was making Mwende anxious. The thought of what sort of
questions Morgan’s mother shall ask when she returns made her even more anxious.
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As Clara had said, she travelled on Sunday evening leaving Morgan and Mwende together. Someone
picked her with his own personal car to take her to bus stage where she was to pick a bus to Nairobi.

“What do you feel like eating?” Mwende asked Morgan. It was around 9 pm and she had not cooked any
food.

“Anything, as long as it will take care of my hunger.” Morgan said.

“Just tell me, give me an idea.” Mwende insisted.

“Ugali and beef will do.” Morgan said.

Mwende left Morgan watching some movie as she went to the kitchen to prepare some food. She had no
idea how to begin with Morgan as Morgan was the type of calm guys who you would not know what
exactly was going on in his mind.

Should I wear something provocative? Should I try to seduce him? should I get talking to him and see if
he will be enticed? A stream of questions and none had a clear answer.

Mwende slowly served the food for the two. She was already sweating after cooking. It was a dry and hot
season in Malindi.

“I feel like showering before eating, its too hot. Are you feeling the heat?” Mwende asked Morgan.

“Yes, its too hot. Can’t you see I have even opened the windows?” Morgan asked Mwende.

“Why not open even the door?” Mwende asked. The door overlooked some bushes not from far.

“Not a good choice due to mosquitoes.” Morgan said.

“Ok, let me shower, you may eat.” Mwende told Morgan and disappeared to Morgan’s mother’s bedroom.
She wrapped herself with a huge towel and went to the bathroom to shower. She was fast as she was
feeling hungry too.

When she went back to the bedroom, she did not put on a pantie. She put on her short night dress, smooth
and grey in color. She did not put on a bra either and her youthful breasts pierced the dress literally with
her nipples. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought: If this cannot turn on a man, then nothing
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As she walked to the table room to join Morgan to eat, she feigned innocence. She was looking at Morgan
from the corner of her eyes as she took a seat a few meters from him, sat with her legs tightly pressed
together, her thighs showing halfway and her firm breasts pointing straight ahead.

Morgan gave her one quick look and concentrated on the movie that he was watching.

How can he be so unmoved? Mwende asked herself as she began to eat.

“You are so silent.” Mwende told Morgan.

“I am trying to concentrate on the movie, it is so nice, you see that man? He is trying to negotiate with
those guys who are holding him from passing past that gate and the men are resisting, just wait and see
how he will knock them down…” Morgan explained totally lost into the movie.

“I cannot even follow; I was not here when the movie began.” Mwende said.

“This movie just began a few minutes ago, like 20 minutes. I can rewind it for you.” Morgan said.

“No, no need. Will catch up with it.” Mwende said.

They ate their food silently. Mwende was all along thinking what else to do in order to sexually provoke
Morgan.

After they were done with eating, Mwende cleaned the table making sure to bend well enough such that
the dress she was wearing would get suspended thus showing all her breasts inside. All along, Morgan
was not even bothered to look at her.

As Mwende washed the dishes in the kitchen a few minutes later, she had one question in mind: What
does it take to arouse this man?

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE SIX – Girls girls**
However, as soon as Morgan was done with his movie, he went to the bathroom, showered fast, got in
his bedroom and locked himself inside.

Mwende finished with the house hold chores and went to sleep.

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However, the following day, Morgan sensing that Mwende was up to something from how she was
behaving herself around the house, he opted to go to sleep at Anthony’s place.

He got at Anthony’s place at around 9 pm after taking supper at home. He did not even tell Mwende that
he was going to be sleeping outside that day.

“My mother brought Mwende to stay with me in that house, I have left her there all alone. That girl has
some agenda and I am not going to fall for it.” Morgan told Anthony.

“Come on dude! Is it that Mwende girl from Watamu?” Anthony asked Morgan.

“Yes, she is the one.” Morgan told Anthony.

“But she is a beautiful girl, go bang that ass nigga!” Anthony told Morgan jokingly.

Morgan laughed and said, “No, girls from Watamu are sad news, that place is a hotbed of AIDS. I cannot
dare.”

“As if you can really bang her, but you can get some condoms from Peter, the guy never lacks condoms in
this house.” Anthony told Morgan. He lived with a guy known as Peter, Peter’s brother and his brother in
the same house.

“I am sleeping here with you.” Morgan told Anthony.

As they sat there talking, Peter came back riding a bicycle that had no headlights. He rode so fast and hard
almost running them down but managed to brake right on time before hitting someone.

“Hi, Morgan, how have you been? Long time I haven’t seen you!” Peter said.

“Been fine with life, where the fuck is you coming from with a bike that has no lights? What if you hit
someone on the way?” Morgan asked Peter.
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Peter was medium in height, very muscular and strong. He was also dark with a broad face. He had a way
of handling himself that made him to be viewed as a very rough individual and a reckless fellow.

“Ok, one day you will be hit by a car literally.” Morgan told Peter.

“What brings you here?” Peter asked Morgan.

Morgan chuckled, blushed and did not say anything.

“He is running away from a girl.” Anthony said jokingly.

“Really? Show me the girl and I will make her cry tonight.” Peter said.

“Mwende.” Morgan said, “I hate that girl.”

“Just say you fear that girl.” Peter said and laughed hard. He then parked his bike on a tree nearby but as
the bike was not placed properly, it fell sideways with a crushing sound.

No one bothered to tell Peter that his bike has fallen since they all knew he cared less.

“I have met Julius, he is around.” Peter said.

“Eh! Since when?” Morgan asked. He had met Julius several times whenever he would come visiting his
father.

“He told me that his father called him to come to visit.” Peter said.

“Nice, I will meet him tomorrow.” Morgan said.

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Morgan slept with Anthony until morning when he woke up to go.

“It is about time. Let me go home.” Morgan said.

“Won’t you wait we have breakfast?” Anthony asked Morgan.

“No, I just came to sleep here nothing else, let me go I wanted to wash my clothes.” Morgan said.

“Why wash your clothes yet Mwende is there for you?” Anthony asked Morgan.

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Morgan got home and found Mwende busy outside washing some clothes, some of them which belonged
to Morgan.

“Why did you leave me to sleep here alone?” Mwende asked.

“Ah! I went to visit Anthony but I realized it was getting too late. I got afraid to walk in the dark and slept
there.” Morgan said.

“A man like you fearing the dark?” Mwende asked.

“There are bushes all over full of snakes.” Morgan said.

“Ok, I saw your friend Julius, he was here to ask for you. I told him I don’t know where you are. He said
once you come you can go to visit him.” Mwende told Morgan.

“Ok, someone else told me about Julius. Let me go and see him.” Morgan said.

Morgan got inside to shower.

As Morgan came out of the bathroom, he was surprised to find Mwende standing outside the bathroom
as if she was waiting for him.

“What is it?” Morgan asked the girl who still wore her night dress.

“I wanted you to give me all the dirty clothes you may be having inside your room for me to wash. I could
not check everywhere since I did not want to…” she stopped talking and just looked into Morgan’s eyes.

“Ok, wait for me here, I will give them to you.” Morgan said since he did not wish to object that. He got
inside, locked the door as he changed into a new set of clothes. He then got all dirty clothes from under
the laundry basket under his bed, a lot of them.

When he got them out all wrapped in a bedsheet, Mwende was outside washing the rest. He took them
to Mwende and dropped them hard in front of her until the bedsheet burst open.

“Eh! Enough clothes to start a mtumba business!” Mwende said and laughed.

Morgan laughed and told her, “You wanted clothes to wash, now, get busy!”

“I will wash these in just one hour, watch me.” Mwende said and as she began arranging them in the order
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Morgan simply looked at her and walked away. He picked his phone that was on top of his bed and walked
to see if Julius was home.

When he got at Julius’ home, there appeared to be no one such that Morgan was tempted to walk away
when he heard someone speaking inside. He walked to the door and gently pressed the doorbell.

Someone came to open the door. It was not Julius but a girl.

“Hi, is Julius inside?” Morgan asked.

Julius heard Morgan’s voice and quickly walked to the door. He hugged Morgan tightly and said, “Wow!
my friend! Where were you when I came looking for you at your home?”

“I had gone for a walk.” Morgan said.

“Welcome, get inside. Take a sit and tell me what you want to drink, as you know, there is always some
wine which my dad buys to drink…” Julius said and paused.

“Come on!” the girl who had gone to open the door said, “You cannot drink uncle’s wine at this hour!”

“Oh! By the way, she is my cousin, her name is Awinja, I am going to give her to you if you will give me the
girl I found in your home.” Julius said.

“Come on! Who said I want a man?” Awinja said.

Morgan had never seen Awinja. She was dark colored, very dark with smooth skin. She also had very large
buttocks such that when she moved around the house, her dress was trembling literally.

“Eh! And I can see she is great!” Morgan said jokingly trying to fit into the conversation.

“Yes, too bad she is my cousin otherwise, I would have driven her crazy by now until she speaks in
tongues.” Julius said.

“You are always naughty. When will you ever learn to exit with women without thinking as if all women
are just meant to be? …” Awinja just kept silent, smiled and looked away leaving the two men to finish
the sentence.

“What else can you do with a woman? A beautiful woman for that matter? Morgan, listen to me, I am
giving you Awinja right now, but promise to introduce me to that girl I found at your home. I like her
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“Can’t you see your friend is not interested in girls? He is a well-behaved dude unlike you whose bad
manners shows you that you can never be just friends with a girl. You are so silly!” Awinja told Julius.

Julius looked at Morgan into the eyes and asked him,” Morgan, is that true that you are not interested
with girls?”

Morgan took a deep breath, smiled and said,” Yes, it is true.”

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“I have never heard a man say he is not interested in girls.” Awinja said.

“There is a time for everything. I feel this is not the time for me to engage girls.” Morgan said avoiding eye
contact. He was shy.

“Man, let me tell you one thing, if you really want to get them still fresh it is now. Once you reach an age
like 30 plus, you will only get single mothers.” Julius said.

“The good thing is, a man can be 30 and marry a girl who is 18.” Morgan said evoking a laughter from
everyone.

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Later, Morgan went for a walk with Julius which ended with them going to Morgan’s place where they
found Mwende having already prepared some lunch.

Morgan could see how Julius was looking at Mwende all along.

“Dude, I wish I was the one in your position.” Julius told Morgan after Mwende went outside to pick some
clothes.

“Why?” Morgan asked laughing.

“I can imagine me being left in the house all alone with a girl who is not my sister.” Julius said.

“So, anyone who is not your sister, you can just mount?” Morgan asked.

“Even if she is my cousin, I will hit it until she forgets we are from same lineage.” Julius said.

“You are mad.” Morgan said.

“Girls live crazy boys, if you live as a nice boy, girls will see you as foolish. You have to be a bit crazy. Grab
her by force and force yourself between her legs, tear that pantie and do your thing. She will fight as if
she is not willing but deep down, she is enjoying. After that she will respect you.” Julius said.

“Isn’t that rape?” Morgan asked.

“No, that is not rape. In fact, if a girl has never had sex, she cannot agree to you mounting her peacefully
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“Around 16. We would fight for hours but once the dick is inside, she would stay still, let me do my thing
and after that she will be coming for it without even me asking.” Julius said.

“I cannot force a girl to have sex with me.” Morgan said.

“That is not forcing a girl to have sex with you, there is no virgin who will ever agree to let you get those
goodies. It is why I am telling you that if you wait to get a girl who agrees straight on, that one has seen
many dicks or worse is a single mother. If you want a fresh girl…” Julius suddenly stopped talking when
she saw Mwende approaching them.

“What would you wish to have? As in, can I prepare some tea for you, chocolate or drinking juice?”
Mwende asked them.

“Chocolate will do for me.” Julius answered quickly.

Mwende prepared for them chocolate and served them. She then went to Morgan’s mother’s bedroom
to fold their clothes, separating Morgan’s clothes from his mother’s.

After Mwende was done, she went to sit with the two guys in the table room. She wore a short dress and
had not worn some bra.

Julius began admiring her and would hardly resist looking at her. Mwende knew what exactly was in Julius
mind.

“Morgan, can I send you somewhere?” Mwende asked.

“No problem.” Morgan answered as politely as he would.

“I want to send you to the shop to get something for me if you don’t mind. Been washing all day and I am
so tired.” Mwende said.

“Julius, will you come with me?” Morgan asked Julius.

“You can just leave me and go fast. This movie is so nice I do not feel like leaving it at this point.” Julius
said.

Morgan who was oblivious of what was going in their minds did not mind walking the half a kilometer
distance to the shop despite having a mountain bike that would enable him to go to the shop fast and
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As soon as Morgan was gone, Julius looked at Mwende and thought: this is the time.

“Eh! Girl, you have some nice thighs such that I am even tempted to touch.” Julius said and went to sit to
the seat next to Mwende.

“Bad manners, you should have gone with Morgan.” Mwende said.

“I just wanted to have some time with you. What a beauty?!” Julius said while looking at Mwende in the
eyes until she felt suddenly shy.

“Go away.” Mwende told Julius. She was however smiling. Julius attempted to touch her thigh but she
pushed him away and stood up as if to walk away.

However, Julius grabbed her and pulled her hard such that she crushed on top of him hard until she felt
his semi erect penis under his trouser.

The two began struggling with each other while Julius attempted to wrestle Mwende onto the coach.
Mwende was however stronger than Julius had initially thought and he found himself already sweating.

“Leave me alone or I will scream!” Mwende said.

“Scream if you want.” Julius said and attempted to get between her legs. Mwende squeezed her thighs
tight and laughed.

“No man gets in there until I allow him to. No amount of struggling will get you there.” Mwende said.

That sort of provoked Julius who put on a stronger struggle. He grabbed her dress and began pushing it
away until he got a glimpse of her unshaved pubis. At that point, Mwende strangled Julius hard until he
ran out of gas; he had to slowly back off a little.

The two struggled long enough until they did not realize time had elapsed and Morgan was already on his
way back.

Morgan pushed the door and found Julius struggling with Mwende.

“He wants to rape me!” Mwende said.

Morgan dropped the paper bag he was carrying with the items he had bought, reached for Julius and
grabbed him from the back. He literally lifted him off Mwende and dropped him away.
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“Fool! What do you think you are doing? Is this why you said you wanted to remain behind? In my
mother’s house??” Morgan was furious.

“Hey, hey, relax, if she did not want then why wasn’t she screaming?” Julius asked.

“I tried to tell him to stop!” Mwende said. She had a slight smile on her face. Her voice was trembling and
her eyes were red.

“Ok, let us end this.” Julius said. He moved to sit down on the seat closest to the door.

“Let me not catch you attempting something stupid in this house again.” Morgan warned Julius.

As Mwende walked away with the items that Morgan had brought, she was laughing softly and sneering
at Julius. Julius wished Morgan had taken some more time to get back. In his mind he was telling himself:
This girl needs to be taught a lesson not to tease men like this!

Tensed silence followed. The two boys watched the movie they were watching until it was finished.

Julius could not find the right words to break the silence. He did not want to offend Morgan.

“Morgan, do you honestly think I was trying to rape Mwende?” Julius asked.

“If you were not raping her, then why did I find the two of you struggling?” Morgan asked.

“Did you see how she laughed at me when she was going to the kitchen? Man, you should leave me with
her…” Julius was still speaking when Morgan cut him short.

“Not in this house. This is my mother’s house, have some respect, you can take her and go with her to
your house or to the bush, or wherever but not in this house.” Morgan said. His eyes were focused on
Julius. However, Julius was looking towards the door. He caught a glimpse of Mwende standing there,
hidden from Morgan but slightly visible to Julius. She was smiling. The smile was making Julius feel
humiliated and provoked.

“Phew! I can’t stay here anymore, Morgan, let me go home.” Julius said standing up.

At that point, Mwende got fully inside the table room and said, “Yes, go away, I do not want a boy who
has bad manners in this house. Leave me with Morgan here.”

“You see? Even Mwende is chasing you away.” Morgan said.

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Morgan felt irritated, looked at Mwende and barked louder, “Make up your mind, should he go or stay??”

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE EIGHT – What a man does **
“Let me go, we will talk later.” Julius said.

Morgan escorted Julius and returned to the house where he found Mwende just smiling like a teenager
who had nothing better to do.

“Why did you chase your friend?” Mwende asked.

“Nothing, I mean, but you also did not want him here.” Morgan said.

“Ok.” Mwende said and stood up to continue with her work.

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The following morning, Clara called Mwende to know how Morgan was fairing.

MWENDE: WE are ok.

CLARA: And he is a good boy?

MWENDE: Yes. Yesterday he came with Julius.

CLARA: And?

MWENDE: We stayed here and ate together until it was time for him to go.

CLARA: Has my boy made a move?

MWENDE: No.

CLARA: Ok, he will.

But Mwende deep down knew Morgan was not about to do anything. In fact, he would find excuses to
just be away from that house as long as Mwende was in the house.

Julius took advantage and monitored Morgan’s movements such that he got to know that Morgan had
taken his bike and gone to Gede shopping center. He walked to Morgan’s home where he found Mwende
seated alone at the table room eating some popcorns.

“Welcome.” Mwende told Julius upon seeing him standing at the door.
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“Where is Morgan? I wanted to see him.” Julius said.

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“He is gone to the shopping center, welcome inside. Take a seat.” Mwende said.

“No, I do not want to mess with you and then you say I am raping you.” Julius said and turned to walk
away.

“I was joking that day, but can’t you be with a girl in the house and not do such things?” Mwende asked
Julius. Her heart was already beating fast knowing what such naughty boys were capable of doing.

Julius did not waste a chance, he got inside and closed the door gently behind him. Mwende did not object
to that but knew what was coming.

“If you do anything, I will report you to Morgan.” Mwende said and walked to the kitchen to get some
glasses. She then poured some juice for Julius.

“I will do nothing.” Julius said. He quickly drank his juice and finished within 10 seconds!

“Some more?” Mwende asked.

“No.” Julius said, “No more, I am ok.”

“Alright. How is Kisumu?” Mwende asked. She had known Julius was a Luo.

“Who told you all Luos come from Kisumu?” Julius asked.

“Ok, how is where you came from?” Mwende asked.

“All is fine, except we do not have beautiful girls like you. Kamba girls are more beautiful than Luo girls. It
is why I do not mind having you around me to just feel that pride of having a Kamba lady.” Julius said.

“But Luo girls have better asses than us.” Mwende said feeling shy.

“Just big for nothing, mostly fat. But Kambas are shapely, a well-formed figure and a small waist like this
one of yours.” Julius said and extended his hand to touch Mwende’s waist.

Mwende felt her entire body react to the touch.

“Go to your girlfriend, I am not your girlfriend.” Mwende said.

“You can be my girlfriend. I hear Kambas are so sweet, why not let me know today?” Julius asked.
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“Crazy, you are crazy. Who told you that? A woman is a woman.” Mwende said. However, she felt some
pride when Julius told her that Kamba women are better.
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“No, most of my friends have Kamba girlfriends. In fact, I am already crazy about you.” Julius said.

“You are too young for me.” Mwende taunted Julius.

“Try me.” Julius said.

Mwende had lost her virginity while still in high school at 16. She went on to have several other boyfriends
some twice her age while she was still in high school. She even at one time had an affair with her
Mathematics teacher which blossomed because she wanted extra lessons on Mathematics which was
proving to be very difficult for her during high school. She got the extra coaching but the teacher, who by
then was 34 years old ended up having sex with her several times until Mwende finished high school and
never saw the teacher again.

So, Mwende considered Julius who was 20 years old to be too young for her at 21.

“How old are you?” Mwende asked Julius.

“I am 20.” Julius said.

“See what I am saying, I am 21. You are a boy to me.” Mwende said.

“If I get my thing inside you that is when you will know I am not a boy.” Julius said. He had handled enough
girls to know how to have sex since he had been having girls since he was in high school. Having been a
football captain and a top footballer in high school also seemed to endear him to more and more girls his
age. He was considering himself a total man. He knew several girls who had gotten children with him and
he simply did not care.

“Boys like you even have no strength to hold a woman tight.” Mwende said.

“Don’t tempt me to try.” Julius said.

“Try what? Go to your fellow young children. Am above your league.” Mwende said.

That provoked Julius such that he grabbed Mwende by her waist and nearly hoisted her in the air as he
led her to the longest coach in table room.

“What do you want??” Mwende asked.

“You will know I am not a boy…” Julius said.

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“Wait?” Mwende said.

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“What?” Julius asked.

“There is someone at the door!” Mwende said appearing to be seriously looking at the door. Julius
loosened his grip which gave Mwende a chance to escape.

She ran towards Mama Morgan’s bedroom. Julius was not giving up. He ran after her and before she could
close the door, he was in the room.

“Stop this, do you know this is someone’s bedroom?” Mwende said.

“You said I am a boy; you are about to know I am not a boy.” Julius said. He grabbed her and walked with
her towards the bed.

Julius was already panting. He was not ready to be overpowered. Mwende who was throwing mixed
signals towards him just made him more determined. He began struggling with her until they were both
on top of the bed.

“You cannot do this to me, no, I do not want, at least let us go to Morgan’s bedroom, this is not right, this
is Mama Morgan’s bedroom….” Mwende tried to protest but all her protests fell on deaf ears.

Julius, using his strong hands, parted her thighs and pulled off her pantie. He reached for her honey pot.
He was not surprised to find her already wet with desire. The imagination of someone exerting his
masculinity to get into her had instantly aroused her. It was more like her body was betraying her. She
really wanted to say no and mean it but her body was getting weaker and weaker seeing the strong boy
struggling with her.

His determination knew no bounds. She had never dealt with a young man that strong and was wondering
how the boy could master all that strength.

“Be gentle please…” Mwende finally said when she realized Julius was not giving up despite her struggles.

“I will be, just relax.” Julius said. With one mighty push in front, he got on top of her, held his dick,
positioned it with his left hand as his right hand pinned her arms above her.

Mwende tried to move her waist but it was too late. She felt the Julius hard manhood get into her slowly
and sensually. There was nothing she could do. She held her breath and just moaned softly. She had a
mixture of fear and was torn between letting go and enjoy the moment as feelings of ecstasy weakened
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“Please, be fast, I would not wish Morgan to find us…” Mwende said as Julius began thrusting. She closed
her eyes, circled her legs behind Julius and sprawled her thighs wider.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE NINE – Man enough? **
Finally, it was all done. Julius went on to shower fast inside their bathroom. Mwende too showered as
fast.

Julius went and sat at the table room with the satisfaction of a bull that had just mated with a healthy
cow. Mwende even went on to prepare some meal for him.

Morgan found Julius eating some chicken stew and some Ugali. He gladly joined and they ate together.

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“When did Julius come?” Morgan asked at evening as they were watching news. Julius had already gone.

“He had just arrived when you found him.” Mwende lied.

“Oh! Ok. I thought you were here all along with him. That boy has bad manners he won’t hesitate to fuck
you given chance.” Morgan said.

Mwende was hearing Morgan use the “Fuck” word for the first time and smiled.

“No, he could never do that to me, I do not want him at all. In fact, it is you who I want.” Mwende said
boldly.

Morgan looked at her for some seconds and said, “You are now joking.”

“I am serious, I really want you but you are pretending that you do not know that. I have showed you all
the signs but you are not catching up.” Mwende said.

“Ok.” Morgan said. His heart had already began beating faster and he began to sweat.

“Or, you do not function like a man hence why you do not want me?” Mwende asked. She was getting
bolder since Mama Morgan was almost coming back and she did not want to be in some situation where
she would be unable to even tell her what happened or what she had been up to.

Mwende was determined to know if Morgan was indeed a man. She did not bother him. She washed the
dishes, cleaned the house as Morgan sat there watching his movie until he wanted to go to sleep.

Morgan went to shower, put on his shorts and vest ready to sleep when the bedroom door burst open. It
was Mwende wearing some night dress.
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“You.” She said.

“No, get out of my room.” Morgan said.

“Not until you have given me what I want.” Mwende said.

Morgan got silent thinking about many things that could go wrong. She could get pregnant, she could be
infected and infect him, worse, he had never had a girl all his life and did not even know what it entails to
have sex!

“No, go away.” Morgan said firmly. He began pushing Mwende to get out of the room so that he could
close the door. However, Mwende fought her way inside the room and threw herself onto his bed.

“Do you realize that you are mad?” Morgan asked her. She had thrown herself in a manner that almost
all her thighs were exposed. She had nice chocolate thighs. Morgan looked at her for a few seconds and
wanting to avoid temptations, he looked away.

“Stop acting like this, Morgan, me and you are mature people.” Mwende said.

“I am not even your boyfriend. Besides, Julius said he wanted you why not go for him seeing that I do not
want you?” Morgan said. He was trying so hard to resist but seeing her exposing her thighs nearly her
private parts was making him feel the temptation.

“I can never sleep with that boy, he is younger than me, he is manner less and he is also a Luo and you
know Luos do not get circumcised.” Mwende said. However, she recalled how easily Julius penetrated her
and she saw his dick when he finished. He was circumcised but she could not understand how it happened.
She was not even sure if he was or her eyes lied to her.

“Then go and know if he is cut or not!” Morgan said. He moved towards his bed and stood there.

“I am sleeping here tonight.” Mwende said. She even turned to face away. Her hips curved such that
Morgan looked at her for a few seconds and admitted in his heart that the girl had a nice sexy shape. But
he was not into her. He was shivering already. He did not wish to even touch her.

“You can sleep if you wish but don’t you dare touch me.” Morgan said.

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and turned off the lights. She then went to join Morgan on bed. Morgan was pretending to be totally
asleep but he was fully awake and aware of what was going on.

Mwende pretended to fall asleep immediately but pushed herself against Morgan such that her buttocks
were touching Morgan’s buttocks. Morgan did not want any contact with her so he moved to the edge of
the bed nearly falling down.

A little past 1 am, Morgan began to fall asleep. Mwende had since fallen asleep. Still facing away from her,
he closed his eyes and slowly fell into some deep sleep.

Mwende woke up at around 3 am to find Morgan sleeping soundly like a little boy. He had since turned
to face the ceiling. She looked at him for a few seconds. The only light in the room was coming from
outside, from the security light at the corner of the house.

Mwende slowly took her hand onto Morgan’s private parts. She gently touched his flaccid dick inside his
shorts. Morgan did not feel at all; he was totally asleep.

Mwende slowly took her hand inside his shorts and felt his pubic hair. The boy had not shaved in almost
a year and his private parts were entirely bushy. She slowly began to caress his flaccid dick and wondered,
is this boy normal? She however continued not caring if it will get stiff or not.

On the other hand, Morgan was having a wet dream. In his dream, he was about to have sex with a girl.
He could not recall ever seeing the girl but they began caressing each other like he had always fantasized
until he got an erection.

All along, it was Mwende caressing his dick such that it slowly got stiff until it was facing the ceiling. It was
a nice size, not as long as she had expected. It was slightly thicker at the base where it connected to his
body and it thinned towards the tip. She thought of getting on top and riding it but as soon as she moved,
Morgan began to turn and completely turned and faced the opposite side. She knew turning him might
awaken him as it was obvious, he was dreaming.

As he continued snoring, she continued to caress the erect dick. She had not caressed it for 3 minutes
when Morgan suddenly jerked his entire body. His body got suddenly stiff, his dick pulsated and he
exploded hard spilling semen on the floor as he was virtually at the edge of the bed. Mwende continued
caressing it such that she totally smeared the semen onto the whole shaft, caressed it until it got flaccid
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In her mind, Mwende told herself: what a waste? Why doesn’t he use it on girls instead of having wet
dreams?

Mwende stopped caressing him and picked one of the bedsheets, she wiped her hand and lay there hoping
sleep will catch up with her. She was extremely horny such that she contemplated masturbating but just
before she could do it, she told herself: Tomorrow I am looking for Julius.

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Morgan woke up at around 6 am. He was not aware what Mwende did at night but he could recall having
a dream of him having sex with a girl. He slowly turned and found Mwende still asleep facing the other
side. He felt some wetness on his dick. He slowly took his hand there and touched it, felt it. It felt slightly
wet.

“My God! Did she do anything to me while I slept?” Morgan asked himself.

Mwende heard Morgan speaking to himself. She woke up, turned to face him.

“Good morning.” Mwende greeted Morgan.

“What did you do to me at night?” Morgan asked Mwende. Mwende just smiled and slowly got out of
bed. She was feeling thirsty. She walked to the kitchen and took two glasses of water. She then walked to
Morgan’s bedroom and found him seated at the edge of the bed.

“Mwende, let me tell you one thing, if you did something stupid to me while I slept, I swear to God I will
punish you.” Morgan said.

“And you know the best punishment to give a girl, don’t you? Come on, time for breakfast let me shower
and go to prepare breakfast for us.” Mwende said. She turned and walked into Mama Morgan’s bedroom
where she picked her towel and went to shower.

Morgan sat there thinking: how possible is it for a girl to have sex with a man while he is asleep? What if
she made me have sex with her? Was what I dreamt something that was happening?

Morgan felt disoriented already. He waited for Mwende to get out of bathroom and went to shower too.
He could feel some general physical weakness that he could hardly explain.

For Mwende, as she cooked some tea, she was telling herself: Morgan is a man enough, but with
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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TEN – The fear**
However, Morgan, who even boys his age had come to know that he had nothing to do with girls and was
somehow shy with girls decided to lie to his agemates that he had had sex with Mwende during that time
she was living with him there.

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“She came to my bedroom to dare me, I grabbed her, threw her on the bed and fucked her the whole
night!” Morgan told Peter as they sat by the roadside idling for lack of something else to do. He was with
Anthony and another boy who Morgan could not recall seeing.

“That is how it should be, if a girl dares you, just fuck her. Do you even know if you fuck a girl, she respects
you?” Peter asked Morgan.

“Yes, by now she does everything for me in the house, she will even ask me what I want to eat as if I am
her husband!” Morgan said.

“Did you know? When you penetrate and a girl feels so hot, you will ejaculate so fast? If you want to last
longer, withdraw first, let the dick get some cool air and then resume fucking her.” Peter told Morgan and
laughed hard.

“But sometimes you just ejaculate without even having control over it.” Anthony told Peter.

Peter turned to Morgan and asked him, “Did you last long in her? Did she feel so wet?”

Morgan did not know how to answer those questions. He had to rely on his imaginations.

“Am I not telling you that I fucked her all night?” Morgan asked smiling.

“How many shots?” Peter asked.

Morgan had no idea what it meant with shots so he picked a random number and said. “5 shots!”

“Wow! you are such a bull; most men can’t go even 3 shots. Some even after the first shot their dick dies
completely.” Peter said.

“Yes, she cried.” Morgan said.

“They cry due to pleasure or pain. Why did she cry?” Peter asked.
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“This naughty conversation of yours!” Anthony said looking at Peter.

“Hey, Morgan has now become a man, this boy used to fear girls a lot.” Peter said pointing at Morgan
while punctuating his sentence with intermittent laughter.

“But we struggled before she accepted, I had to use my strength to get into her.” Morgan said. He had
heard some boys saying that if you want a girl, she cannot accept you willingly but you have to really
struggle in order to penetrate in her.

However, Peter who was more experienced with women told Morgan, “You only struggle with girls who
are either a virgin or are not used to sex. But when a girl gets used to a dick, you only caress her a few
minutes, she parts her thighs for you willingly. Some can even come and boldly tell you that she wants
you to fuck her.”

“Wow! isn’t that being a whore?” Morgan asked.

“Idiot! That is being totally in love. A girl who loves you completely has no reason to play games with you.
She will willingly come to your place even for a sleepover. She will even escape from her parent’s house
at night, risk the darkness to come for a fuck.” Peter said.

“That is true, when you drive a woman crazy, she can do unimaginable things just to be with you.” Anthony
told Morgan.

Morgan thought for a while, he had never seen a girl behave like how his friends were telling him. He
could not even imagine it.

“So, you mean if I fuck Mwende properly she can even run away to come and live with me?” Morgan
asked.

“Why not?” Peter replied.

They continued talking until it was time to go.

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Morgan told any boy who cared to listen that he had fucked Mwende. He did not want to be seen as the
odd one out amongst his peers. He knew he was naïve, shy and feared girls but did not want to be seen
as such.
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However, Anthony was quick to notice that Morgan was hiding behind a façade of pretense. He
confronted him when they were alone and asked him, “Morgan, did you really fuck Mwende?”

The question caught Morgan by surprise. Morgan thought about it for a while. He could feel that Anthony
could read into him.

“No.” Morgan said, “I just do not want the boys to think I am not a man, but I did not fuck her, in fact, I
cannot bring myself to fuck her. Girls who live in Watamu are sad news most have AIDS because of
sleeping around with those Wazungus for money.”

“If you must fuck a girl from Watamu, get tested or use a condom.” Anthony told Morgan.

“Mwende came to my room, wanted me to fuck her but I refused.” Morgan said.

“But she is beautiful…” Anthony said smiling.

“Can you fuck such a girl?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, if at all I will know her HIV status.” Anthony said.

“But most people just test HIV, what about other diseases like gonorrhea or Syphilis?” Morgan asked.

Anthony thought that for a while and said, “You have a point.”

“I fear diseases. Whenever I think of having sex that is what comes into my mind.” Morgan said. it made
perfect sense.

Morgan looked at Anthony and asked him, “Have you ever had sex?”

“Of course! At my age do you really expect me to have never had sex?” Anthony said.

“Did you get tested?” Morgan asked.

Anthony smiled and said, “No, we got caught at the heat of the moment and I just found myself inside
her. I began thinking about that later.”

“That is highly risky!” Morgan said.

“There are so many people who get intimate without even knowing if their partners are healthy. I think it
is all about luck, some people will go on to have sex with over 20 people without using protection and still
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“That is the unfairness of life. Besides, I would hate to make a girl pregnant and she goes with my child. I
prefer being a responsible father. I miss having a father and would never wish my children to miss having
a father.” Morgan said.

Morgan had grown with his mother seeing all her struggles of bringing up a child alone. She even had
heard some people call his mother a prostitute for being a single mother.

Anthony however diverted Morgan’s thoughts and asked him, “What if Mwende happens to be pregnant
and now the boys believe you fucked her?”

“Oh! Shit! That would be messy, but all I know, I have not and will not.” Morgan said.

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When Mama Morgan returned, she came back with some gifts for Morgan among them a new phone
model that had just began penetrating the market. She also brought some clothes and shoes for him.
Mama Morgan also bought a nice dress for Mwende.

Mama Morgan having arrived at 5 AM on board BUSSCAR, she slept for a few hours before waking up to
present the gifts to her only son.

Morgan’s interest was on the phone and he concentrated so much on the phone such that he had not
noticed Mwende had already worn the dress which had been bought for her.

“Morgan, does she look great?” Mama Morgan asked Morgan. Morgan looked up and saw Mwende
looking stunning. The pink dress had made her look like she had bigger hips than she had. Her breasts
were erect and she wore no bra such that her nipples were piercing the dress.

“Wow! you look like an Indian actress; men will not give you peace if you step out with that dress!”
Morgan said.

“Take a photo!” Mwende told Morgan.

Morgan took several photos with his new phone as Mwende striked different poses. Clara was all along
observing Morgan’s reactions as he was busy taking the photos. There was admiration in his eyes, and
some lust. She was wondering: Did Morgan do something to her such that it is why she is so jovial being
around him?
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Mama Morgan could not wait to have time alone with Mwende in order to get some feedback. She was
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“Morgan, can I send you to Gede to buy for me some items?” Clara asked Morgan.

“Of course!” Morgan answered excitedly, “Make a list of items and I will go right now…”

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE ELEVEN – Leave me alone**
Morgan was gone in minutes being the obedient boy.

Clara did not waste time to ask Mwende about everything she had planned.

“Mwende, tell me, is my boy a man enough or…” Clara asked Mwende.

Mwende looked a little uneasy. She did not want to disappoint Clara; she did not know whether to lie of
to tell the truth. At least she confirmed the boy can erect, can ejaculate but they never had sex. If that
was proof of being a man enough, then he was.

“Yes, he is.” Mwende said shyly.

“What? Tell me more.” Clara insisted.

“Yes, I confirmed he is a man enough.” Mwende said forcing herself to sound bold. It was all Clara wanted
to hear.

“Good, at least there is hope.” Clara said.

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over the following few days, Mwende had also spread rumors to anyone who cared to listen that she had
had sex with Morgan.

Morgan on the other hand was also lying the same to his peers so as not to be seen as the odd one out.
Even Julius got to hear of the rumor that Morgan had had sex with Mwende but did not bother asking
Mwende about it. All he cared was that he also had sex with her and went on to conquer other girls since
to him sex was an adventure.

“Man, you are going to put yourself into deep shit with this. I mean, you are telling people you fucked this
girl yet you never fucked her. What if she gets pregnant? How will you convince anyone that you are not
responsible for it?” Anthony told Morgan. They were seated idling at a bus stop. It was late evening and
there was nothing else they could do.

“Who cares?” Morgan said.

“Who cares?? Man, it is not worth it. Some things you would rather say the truth. Besides, alredy the boys
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“But I did not fuck her that is all that matters.” Morgan insisted. He hardly knew that even his own mother
believed that Morgan had sex with Mwende.

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In fact, Clara was feeling proud of his son. She even made Mwende stay with them for a while. Since
Mwende used to live with her 2 sisters, one elder and one younger, she did not mind living with Clara for
a while since there she was more comfortable and life was easier.

Mwende was living with Mama Morgan and Morgan as if she was more of a house help, doing everything
for them.

Even the boys in the neighbourhood believed Morgan was having regular sex with Clara with some even
saying, “I wish my mother would bring a girl in the house, I would fuck her every day.”

Morgan on the other hand made the boys think he was fucking Mwende every other day.

Julius kept approaching Mwende, but Mwende kept avoiding him. She particularly avoided going to his
home knowing so well if she ever goes there, it was certain that Julius would end up having sex with her.

However, all efforts to lure Morgan to have sex with her did not bear fruits. She tried wearing provocative
dresses, sometimes even wearing see-me-through dresses while totally naked inside but Morgan
completely avoided having sex with her.

Mwende even at one time tried to literally force Morgan. She got him relaxing on bed and mounted him
by force, took out his dick and began playing with it while pinning him on the bed. Morgan struggled with
her for a few minutes. His erection continued getting stiffer but when Mwende attempted to push herself
onto him, Morgan pushed her away and literally ran outside while still having an erection.

He stood outside in the dark for a few minutes. His mother had gone out with a man and would only
return later.

“Morgan, am I not a girl, why do you keep frustrating me?” Mwende asked. She stood inside the house
by the window where Morgan had gone to lean looking into the forest.

“Why do you want me to fuck you by force? I do not want; it is that simple.” Morgan said.
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“Why do you fear me?” Mwende asked.

“It is not you I fear, I have my own reasons.” Morgan said.

“I love you.” Mwende suddenly told Morgan. Morgan’s heart skipped some beats. HE turned around and
looked at her where she stood by the window inside. He could see her face since it was lit inside but
outside it was dark.

“What did you just say?” Morgan asked her.

“I said I love you; I am honest.” Mwende said. she did not know if it was love, infatuation or determination
to have Morgan that was driving her crazy. She just could not understand how a man can turn down a
woman. She had been made to believe that it was so easy to get a man since most men are physical and
driven by lust. But Morgan was different.

“Fine, I don’t love you and I am also being honest.” Morgan told her. His dick was still erect despite the
cool air outside. He unzipped it and let it out for fresh and cool air to hit it. After some minutes, it began
to lose its erection.

“What are you doing outside?” Mwende asked.

“I am just watching the stars.” Morgan said.

“Can I join you?” Mwende asked.

“No, I am ok being alone.” Morgan was getting irritated by Mwende. He wished he would tell his mother
that the girl was irritating him and he did not want her there. However, seeing how friendly Mwende was
to the entire family, how she was helping them, he knew his mother would hear none of it.

Mwende felt rejected. “Ok. As you wish.” She said.

“And stop bothering me now, leave me alone.” Morgan told Mwende.

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Clara was to later come home late at night after a night out with her lover. She had drunk some wine. She
was surprised to find Morgan seated outside on the veranda of the house. He was dozing.

“Morgan, why are you outside?” Clara asked.

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“There are mosquitoes outside, you will catch malaria. It is not good to be outside at this time either.
What if some snake crawls and finds you here?” Clara asked Morgan.

“There are no snakes here.” Morgan said.

“Where is Mwende?” Clara asked.

“She is inside, sleeping.” Morgan said.

“Ok, is she sleeping in my bedroom still?” Clara asked. She knew Mwende was sleeping there. The house
was two-bedroom house and Clara’s bedroom was bigger hence could accommodate two beds. However,
Mwende and Clara were sleeping on same bed.

“Yes.” Morgan said.

“I want her to be sleeping in your bedroom. I want my bedroom all alone. Tomorrow, set the spare bed
for her in your room and let her be sleeping there.” Clara said.

“But…” Morgan wanted to tell his mother that her room was bigger.

“But what? She is like a sister to you. See how kind she is to you, washing your clothes, cooking for you,
doing some shopping on your behalf, just treat her as your sister.” Clara said. She did not even wait for
Morgan to answer but walked inside the house.

“Now what is this?” Morgan asked himself.

Mwende got awake when Clara got in their bedroom. She looked at her and could tell she was a bit drunk.
She slowly got up, walked to the table room with a bedsheet and lay on the longest coach. She did not
want to sleep with Clara while she smelt of alcohol.

Clara did not bother telling her anything. She just let her go to sleep to the table room. She was feeling so
hot that night and as soon as she showered, she locked herself in her room, got totally naked and slept
like that.

Morgan got inside the house at around 2 am.

“You should be asleep now.” Mwende told Morgan.

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Morgan did not answer her but just walked into his bedroom. He wanted to lock the door but realized the
keys to his door were missing. He did not bother asking anyone where the key was at that hour of the
night but just got to bed and slept with his trousers still on.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWELVE – Pregnant**
And it happened that Mwende and Morgan got sleeping in the same bedroom with Clara telling Morgan
to treat Mwende as his own sister. However, each had their separate bed.

Mwende would from time to time go to visit her sisters but she got living with Clara and Morgan until
people thought she really belonged there those who did not know about the family.

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Mama Morgan got of the rumors from some boys that indeed Morgan was having sex with Mwende. It
was what she wanted. It satisfied her to know that finally Morgan proved himself a man. What she did
not know, Morgan resisted Mwende entirely such that Mwende even began thinking that she was not an
attractive girl. This drove her to desperation such that she began wearing provocatively whenever she
was going out.

Men would hit on her but she was reluctant thinking they are only joking with her.

It did not come as a surprise when one evening as they were walking towards the shopping center with
Morgan, she asked him,” Morgan, am I not an attractive girl?”

“Why ask?” Morgan asked her politely.

“Because you have been turning me down.” Mwende said.

“I have nothing to say about that.” Morgan said.

“What do I need to do in order to be your girlfriend?” Mwende asked.

“Nothing, we are already living like my mother wanted, as a sister and a brother so why bother yourself?
Let people know you are my sister nothing else.” Morgan said.

“There are so many men interested in you.” Morgan told her.

“You don’t know how bad it feels for a man to turn down a woman. You men are used to girls turning you
down but the opposite really hurts.” Mwende said.

“But have you tried some other man and failed? It is just me, and that is me. Why are you forcing yourself
to me?” Morgan asked Mwende. Mwende did not even have an answer to that.
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When Mwende one morning woke up feeling all sick, she did not think much about it until she began
vomiting and thought something was not ok. She had not gotten her periods and thought they were just
late.

However, she discreetly decided to go and buy a pregnancy test kit to test herself back at home. When
she got to the pharmacist, he advised her to get two so that one will be used for confirmation, either
immediately or after another 2 weeks.

Mwende was scared. She knew getting pregnant at that point would derail a lot of her plans.

Mwende walked back home full of anxiety. As soon as she got home, she went to the bathroom with a
small drug container to use to get some urine to test herself. Tension overwhelmed her such that even
urinating was a problem.

She tried pushing out the urine but none came out.

“What is this now?” Mwende asked herself. She showered quickly while all along trying to urinate but
none came out. She finally gave up.

She went to the kitchen and drank a lot of water trying to see if that will enable her to urinate faster and
sooner.

“Hey, you are drinking water like a camel, what is wrong?” Morgan asked Mwende as he noticed she was
drinking way more than he was used to seeing her.

“Water is life.” Mwende said forcing a smile. She was feeling nauseated indeed.

After what seemed like forever to her, she finally felt the urge to urinate. She slowly walked to the
bathroom once again with her small container, directed urine flow into the small container and without
even knowing it, she quickly filled it until it overflew.

She slowly got the pregnancy test kit. She had been directed how to check if it turned out positive or
negative.

With her heart beating fast, she slowly dipped the kit into the urine and waited. She held her breath and
began a silent prayer, “Oh! Lord, not this time, I am not ready to be a mother now, I still want to enjoy
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It seemed to take forever.

After some minutes, she gathered the courage to look into the results.

“My God! What is this now?!” Mwende exclaimed when the test results turned out positive. She even
cross checked to see if she was seeing it right.

“Oh! No! this is a bad dream!” Mwende said out loudly not knowing Morgan could hear her from the table
room.

Mwende sat on the toilet bowl and held her head between her hands. It was something she never wanted
to believe. She felt like crying. She directly knew who was responsible. The only man she had had sex with
was Julius. She did not think much about it when they had sex as she thought her days were on the safe
side.

“What have I done to myself? Gosh! Why, now, why me?” Mwende lamented on her own. She finally
gathered herself and walked out of the bathroom, wrapping the container and the test kit carefully with
some tissue paper. She wanted to dispose them far from there.

As soon as she disposed them, she went and lay on her bed thinking.

Morgan got concerned and followed her to the bedroom.

“Mwende, what is wrong? I heard you talking to yourself in the toilet.” Morgan said.

“I have a running stomach.” Mwende lied.

“Then why not go and buy some medication?” Morgan asked.

“I know it will clear on its own.” Mwende said.

“As you say.” Morgan said and walked outside.

The rest of the day, Mwende felt confused and sick. She did not know what to do after discovering she
was pregnant. But one thing she was so sure about, people would easily believe that Morgan was
responsible since rumors had already spread all over that Morgan was having sex with her. The thought
of it scared her.

Mwende made Clara believe she was sick such that Clara took over preparing evening meals for the family.
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When Mwende came to eat, seeing how sickly she looked, Clara asked her, “Will you let me take you to
hospital tomorrow?”

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE THIRTEEN – Denial **
“Whose pregnancy is it!?” Clara asked Mwende while they were at the hospital after the nurse gave her
the results as they were together.

“Mama Morgan, you knew so well what would happen if…” Mwende was speaking when Clara cut her
short.

“You were not supposed to get pregnant! Gosh! What sort of a girl are you? Now what problem have you
brought my son?” Clara asked.

“But I did not intend to, it just happened.” Mwende said crying.

“I am not happy with you. At all, at all!” Clara said.

Mwende remained silent. She knew the truth.

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Later, back at home, Clara called Morgan.

“I want to have a word with you.” Clara told Morgan. It was unusual for Clara to want to speak with her
son with so much formality.

Morgan sat politely facing the TV pretending to be busy following the program.

Clara did not know where to begin. Mwende was outside doing her work as usual since Clara had not told
her anything else.

Deep down, Clara was feeling strangely happy. She believed Mwende and thought to herself: Now am
going to be a grandmother soon. She so much hoped all goes well.

“Morgan, I want you to tell me the truth.” Clara began.

“What is it mum?” Morgan asked politely.

“Did you have sex with Mwende?” Clara asked.

The question caught Morgan by surprise. He even turned to fully face his mother. He felt tension rise
inside him until he perspired a little and wished to put on the fan.
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“Have you been having sex with Mwende?” Clara asked.

“No, not at all.” Morgan said.

The answer did not surprise Clara. She never expected Morgan to admit it.

“Stop lying to me.” Clara said.

“Why would I lie to you on such a matter?” Morgan asked.

“I know more, speak the truth.” Clara said.

“I swear by the living God, I have not slept with her. She is like a sister to me and I respect her.” Morgan
said.

“Why are you lying to me?” Clara asked.

“Mum, stop this now, I have already told you the truth. What else do you want me to say?” Morgan asked.

Clara for a few seconds thought Morgan could be saying the truth but then again, the nurse had confirmed
Mwende was pregnant and Mwende sounded so sure to Clara that she was having regular sex with
Morgan.

“Morgan, I know you are just playing around with me. I know so well that you have been sleeping with
Mwende and not only that, you have made her pregnant.” Clara said.

At that point, Morgan was so surprised such that his mouth literally flew open.

“Mum, for the first time in my life, I am going to say, I think you are crazy.” Morgan said.

“What? Are you trying to insult me? Your mum?” Clara asked.

“I am sorry, I take back my words. But mum, I have no idea what you are talking about. How can I make
someone pregnant without having sex with her? Through osmosis or what?” Morgan asked. The question
made Clara want to laugh but held her cool.

“You have been sleeping with Mwende and she is now pregnant, that is all I know.” Clara said.

“Call her here and let her confirm!” Morgan said.

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“YES MA’AM!” She replied and walked to the table room where she found Clara and Morgan having a
conversation.

“Sit here.” Clara commanded.

Mwende slowly sat down with her legs closed.

Clara looked at Morgan as if wanting him to initiate the questions.

“Talk now.” Clara told Morgan. Morgan remained silent. He could not understand what was going on.

“Mwende, I want you to say here in front of Morgan, have you been sleeping with him?” Clara asked.

“Yes.” Mwende said shyly.

“Yes, of course I have been sleeping with her!” Morgan said feeling his anger building up.

“And why are you beating about the bush?” Clara asked.

“What is the meaning of her sleeping in my room? Yes, that is what I am saying, I have been sleeping with
her in the same room. Each on their own bed.” Morgan said.

“Not that, I mean, have you been intimate?” Clara asked Morgan again.

“No.” Morgan said.

“And how comes she is pregnant and saying you are responsible?” Clara asked.

At that point, Morgan turned to look at Mwende. Mwende shyly looked away.

“Mwende, I want you to tell my mother the whole truth, have I ever had sex with you?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, you have.” Mwende said.

“My God! Are you mad? And you have the courage to say that in front of my mother??” Morgan asked
her.

“Do you want me to lie to her? Why should I lie to her that you have not been fucking me regularly at
night? Why do you want to deny it?” Mwende asked.

“You are so evil, why make such a lie?” Morgan asked with his fists clenched.
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“Mum, is it me you will believe or this girl here?” Morgan asked.

“Why are you denying the obvious? A doctor did pregnancy test and confirmed she is pregnant.” Clara
said.

“Now that she is pregnant it means it is me who made her pregnant, huh! Why can’t you listen to me?
You are so fast to believe her.” Morgan said.

At that point, Clara erupted.

“Morgan, I am not stupid. I have lived in this world enough to know how men react to pregnancy. Even
your own father who sired you, when he made me pregnant, he at first vehemently denied it. He even
spread rumors that another man made me pregnant and convinced my own mother that another man
made me pregnant.

It was not until you were born and people saw the striking semblance of your face and his face. even then
he continued to deny.

But after you were 2 years that was when he came apologizing to me telling me how sorry he was, and
wanted to help me to bring you up. At first, I denied him access to you, until he gave up.

To cut the whole story short, do not repeat the same mistake that your dad did. It is not a bad thing to
make a girl pregnant, but it is bad to deny her, to deny her pregnancy. To let her go through everything
all alone.

I tell you, all men who do that come to regret later. I do not want you to regret later. Ok?”

Morgan was lost of words. He could not believe the turn of events.

Mwende began to cry. Tears flew down her cheeks in torrents until she was coughing while weeping. Clara
turned to look at her wanting to say something.

However, Mwende suddenly stood up and walked out of the house weeping uncontrollably.

“Morgan, think about my words…” Clara said and stood up to leave too.

Morgan was left seated there, completely stunned. He felt trapped.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE FOURTEEN – Girls**
“Ah! What is wrong with my mother? All of a sudden she does not believe me!” Morgan said to himself.
He stood up and left the table room. He decided to go for a walk.

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“My friend, I am in deep shit!” Morgan told Anthony the following day when they met.

“What is it again?” Anthony asked Morgan. Morgan even had to laugh in order to compose himself enough
to speak.

“I have been lying to the boys that I have been fucking Mwende. Now things took a serious twist, Mwende
is pregnant and I don’t know who made her pregnant. She has told my mother I am responsible for the
pregnancy and my mother believes her!” Morgan said.

“You see, you see!” Anthony said pointing at Morgan, “I told you not to talk about it, now how will you
convince your mother that you never did it?

“I never did it.” Morgan said.

“Fine, but your mother is convinced. Do you know it will be easy to convince her otherwise?” Anthony
asked.

“I don’t care, that is not mine and I do not care where she got it.” Morgan said.

“People already believe you did it, and you know how rumors spreads out here.” Anthony said.

“I cannot dare a girl like Mwende, how now? Those girls who come from Watamu are prostitutes.” Morgan
said.

Anthony laughed. “What makes them prostitutes?” he asked.

“Can’t you see how they behave? I mean, which woman seduces a man?” Morgan asked.

“It happens.” Anthony said.

“No, it should not happen. A woman who approaches a man is a whore. I have no other way to explain
that.” Morgan said confidently.
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“I will wait for her to give birth and shame her since obvious the child will not resemble me.” Morgan said.

“The child might resemble the mother making it even more complicated. But you should never have told
anyone you are having sex with her.” Anthony said.

“Now that it happened, what else should I do?” Morgan asked.

Anthony stopped talking when he saw two girls approaching. He focused his attention on them until they
got to where Anthony and Morgan sat.

“Hi.” The girls greeted them.

Morgan did not reply.

“Hi, where are you going?” Anthony asked the girls.

“To the village.” The girls said.

“Can we escort you?” Anthony asked while looking at Morgan. Morgan remained silent.

“No problem, but just escorting us nothing else.” One girl said.

“What else could we do?” Anthony asked.

“I know you boys, you tell a lady that you are escorting her but when you get to a bad corner, you do your
things to the lady.” the girl said with a funny smile on her face.

“No, that won’t happen. Trust me.” Anthony said.

“Your friend is not talking; does he ever talk?” the girl asked referring to Morgan.

“Talk to him, he will talk.” Anthony said. Morgan tensed. He never wished to be in a situation where he is
most likely to embarrass himself.

“Hi.” One girl said.

“Hi.” Morgan said.

“Why is it that you rarely talk? Even some day you passed us and did not even greet us.” The girl said.

“I was in a hurry; I did not see you.” Morgan said.

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“If you are getting late, let us escort you, Morgan, come over let us take them home.” Anthony said
standing up. Morgan had no choice than to stand up.

The two girls led the way. One had a name Mashaka and the other Kabibi. They were friends and both
were Giriama.

Anthony positioned him to walk with Mashaka, the bigger of the girls. She had such huge buttocks which
wobbled as she walked along the road.

Morgan had no choice than to walk with Kabibi. However, he hardly said a word as they walked towards
home.

Anthony got chatty with Mashaka all the way. Morgan was following the conversation trying to get ideas
on how to talk to Kabibi but the more they walked, the greater the distance between them got. Kabibi
began to feel bored such that she accelerated and caught up with Anthiny and Mashaka.

“What is it? You have your partner there why leave him behind?” Mashaka asked Kabibi.

“He is not even talking to me.” Kabibi sounded bored already.

“Why? And the way you are beautiful.” Anthony said. Kabibi was taller than Mashaka, slender and light
skin as compared to Mashaka who was shorter, well built with large buttocks.

“Give your friend some pick up lines to use on girls.” Kabibi told Anthony jokingly. Morgan accelerated
and caught up with them.

“Why are you leaving me behind?” Morgan asked.

Kabibi just looked at Morgan and said nothing.

“Then if he is not talking, you should talk to him, come on! Go with your man leave us alone.” Mashaka
told Kabibi and jokingly pushed her away.

“I would rather be where I am wanted even if we are two women.” Kabibi said jokingly.

“No! this is my man go with your man.” Mashaka insisted. Morgan stood there smiling.

“Morgan, keep her busy.” Anthony told Morgan, Anthony knew Morgan is a shy boy and often lacked
what to say in presence of ladies more so if he was not used to them.
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“By the way, do you come around that place called Kwa Kombe?” Morgan asked Kabibi.

“Yes, we are neighboring that farm.” Kabibi said.

“So, your farm is the one with a lot of cassavas?” Morgan asked not sure what to talk about.

“No, there is no cassava plants in our farm, but a lot of mangoes and some coconut trees.” Kabibi said.

“Oh! You can give me mangoes from your farm.” Morgan said.

“People buy, but I can give you for free.” Kabibi said.

“How much per mango?” Morgan asked. Kabibi was beginning to get bored with the conversation. She
wished at least Morgan would hit on her whether she will agree to him or not. After all, it was like a game
sort of with young people where a girl always expected a boy to hit on her, then she would feel nice
playing hard to get. She would enjoy the chase and the outcome of the chase would be largely determined
by the effort of the boy who is doing the chasing.

Kabibi did not answer. She seriously wished the conversation would take on another angle.

“Do you sell in sacks?” Morgan persisted. Kabibi stared at the darkening sky and rolled her eyes in
boredom.

“If I came with a lorry, could I get mangoes to fill up a lorry?” Morgan asked Kabibi trying to sound excited.

Kabibi felt like insulting Morgan literally. She was wondering, what is wrong with him? does he think I am
here to talk about mangoes and cassavas?

They kept walking with Morgan asking irrelevant questions until Kabibi was totally irritated but playing it
all cool not to wound his ego.

“I feel some crumps, let me rush home.” Kabibi suddenly said. Before Morgan would say anything else,
Kabibi bolted and ran away literally towards their home. She kept running, overtook Anthony and
Mashaka and kept running until she disappeared around the corner.

“What has happened?” Mashaka asked Morgan upon seeing him walking towards them looking all
confused.

“I don’t know, she said she feels like she is about to have a running stomach, she began running and that
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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE FIFTEEN – Wedding party**
“Your vibes bored her.” Mashaka told Morgan.

“What vibes? But we were talking…” Morgan said.

No one bothered to reply.

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The following day, Anthony heard of a Swahili wedding that was to be at Gede near to Gede shopping
center and thought of inviting Morgan along.

“Wow! so there is a disco at Gede?” Morgan asked upon hearing the news.

“Yes, big party tonight. Let us go there. You should have seen the speakers being ferried to that location.
They were carried on a cater.” Anthony told Morgan.

“I know such parties are full of immorality.” Morgan said.

“But will you go there with that sole intention? I go there to dance, watch those Swahili ladies gyrating
their huge buttocks and later go home.” Anthony told Morgan.

“You are crazy!” Morgan said and laughed hard.

“Come on, we are going with a few boys around here, even my brother is going too.” Anthony told
Morgan.

“Now that gives me the courage to go since some guys will be with us.” Morgan said.

“It is for security purposes hence why we move in groups. You know some boys are troublesome and will
just become violent without any provocation.” Anthony told Morgan.

“For that matter, I will carry my whip. There is a Maasai whip that my mother bought for me sometimes
back and gave it to me.” Morgan said.

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When evening came, Anthony went to pick Morgan. He found them watching some news at 9 pm. They
were silent. Mwende was there with them.
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“Hi, come in.” Clara told Anthony smiling.

“No, I just was passing to pick Morgan, we are going to Gede. There is a Swahili wedding party overnight
that we were to go to.” Anthony said.

“Oh! Are you sure you won’t get into any trouble?” Clara asked.

“No, we cannot.” Anthony said.

“Have you eaten?” Clara asked Anthony.

“Yes. But won’t mind getting a glass of water.” Anthony said still standing at the door.

“Get in and close the door. Mosquitoes are getting inside the house.” Clara said.

Anthony slowly got inside the house, locked the door and took a seat next to the door.

“Mwende, get him some water to drink.” Clara said.

Mwende slowly went to the kitchen, got some glass, fetched some water and brought to Anthony.
Anthony drank the water fast.

“Mum, we are a large group of boys so no one can mess with us.” Morgan said.

“What about the police? When they are moving around, they target those large groups. Who and who is
going with you?” Clara asked.

“Me, my brother, Morgan, probably Julius, Peter, Charles and some more boys are with us. We are a large
group." Anthony told Clara.

"Oh! that is enough group to defend itself even from a wild animal." Clara said jokingly, “but stay out of
trouble.”

“I have Morgan here; he is now a strong boy.” Anthony said and shook Morgan’s shoulder. The boy had
gotten to be bigger than him despite being younger.

Anthony was observing Mwende and could see how she reacted upon the mention of the name Julius.
Clara never noticed.

“At what time will you be back?” Clara asked.

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“Fine, Mwende shall open for him.” Clara said.

“I can as well go with Anthony to his place, no need to bother anyone at that night.” Morgan said. He was
simply avoiding to interact with Mwende at any given chance.

“Fine, as you wish, as long as you will be safe.” Clara told Morgan.

After a while, Anthony and Morgan joined the rest of the boys who were going to the party. Each boy was
talking about their expectations with some already saying the girls they wished to meet at the party.

“Why did you leave Mwende behind?” Peter asked Morgan.

“Why should I go with her anywhere?” Morgan asked.

“She is your girl.” Peter said.

“Don’t be stupid, she is not and she will never.” Morgan said. Peter laughed so hard until everyone turned
to look at him.

“What is so funny?” some boys asked.

“I am asking him why he left his wife.” Peter said.

“You cannot go with your wife everywhere; she will restrict you from having some innocent fun.” Another
boy said. They were all walking in the dark when suddenly one of the boys jumped screaming which
suddenly caught everyone’s attention.

“What is it?” Peter asked the boy.

“I just stepped on a snake, gosh! It nearly bit me!” the boy said sounding scared.

“Careful, do not walk on the grass, stick to the road.” Anthony told them.

That incidence made them to just concentrate on the road until they came to where the party was. There
were huge woofers playing some Taarab songs. There was a group of women who had tied themselves
with lessos dancing to the tune of the songs, gyrating their hips as if they were competing. There were
slim ladies, fat ladies, ladies with large rounded hips, tall and short, light and dark, etc. but all wearing
long dresses that swung vehemently as they gyrated their hips.
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“Man! See that ass! Wow! I feel like going to dance with her!” one man said from the group.

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“You cannot be allowed anywhere near to them. That is their culture you will not dance with them.”
Someone else said.

“Try moving closer and we see what will happen.” Anthony dared the boy. The boy, who was tall and slim
went dancing closer and closer pretending to be so lost in the rhythm of the songs until some muscular
guy blocked his way and motioned him to go back to the men’s group.

The slim boy had no choice than to move away from the women who were at the center of the large
compound.

Far behind the group of men were some guys smoking some weed. No one seemed to bother with them.
They were not bothering anyone too.

Some local girls who were not Muslims were easily mixing with the boys, some dancing with the boys.

“Pick one and dance with her.” Anthony dared Morgan. Morgan chuckled and did not answer. Mashaka
and Kabibi were there. Kabibi was watching Morgan from a distance. She was liking the boy who was
always stylish in wearing thanks to his mother who always wanted her boy to shine and be unique.

“Kabibi wants to see you.” Anthony teased Morgan. Morgan just smiled.

Anthony walked to where Kabibi sat and told her, “Morgan wishes to see you, go to him.”

“Ok, what does he want?” Kabibi asked.

“Go and get to know.” Anthony told Kabibi.

Kabibi slowly walked to where Morgan was standing leaning on a cashew nut tree watching as people
danced the night.

“Hi, Anthony told me that you wanted to see me.” Kabibi said standing in front of Morgan. Morgan held
his breath. He did not know what to tell her. He pretended he had not heard her since the music was so
loud but he had heard her clearly.

“Hey, have you heard me?” Kabibi asked this time loudly.

“What is it? Oh! Sorry, I had not even seen you, I thought it is someone else, it is dark here and the music
is so loud.” Morgan said.
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“You told me to come to you, what do you want?” Kabibi asked pretending to sound tough and in haste.
That made Morgan get confused on what exactly to tell her.

“Who told you that I want you?” Morgan asked Kabibi.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE SIXTEEN – Night of party**
Kabibi was feeling like provoking Morgan even more. She already knew the boy had a phobia for girls. She
went and stood so close to him such that her breasts were nearly touching his chest. Morgan could literally
feel the heat of her body with his own. He tensed and lacked what to say.

“Ok, I have brought myself to you here. Tell me something.” Kabibi said boldly looking into Morgan’s eyes.

Morgan just stood there not talking. Kabibi pushed herself further such that her breasts were gently
touching Morgan’s chest.

“Let me go and urinate.” Morgan said.

“Are you not running away from me?” Kabibi asked Morgan.

“No, I will be back.” Morgan said. He gently pushed her and walked away. He kept walking until he came
to a small bush away from the lights, stood there besides the bush and began unzipping his pants.
Someone illuminated him with a torch. He took that as a sign that he was not supposed to urinate there
and simply walked further into the bush.

Morgan walked further and further into the bush. The blaring music was still so audible to his ears such
that he could hardly hear anything in the bush, even his own footsteps.

He unzipped his pants and began to urinate just next to a coconut tree in the bush. That was when
suddenly someone moved.

“Idiot! Fuankulo! Motherfucker! Can’t you see there are people here before you urinate?” someone
suddenly shouted startling Morgan such that he quickly tucked his dick inside without even stopping the
flow of urine. He continued urinating on his pants moving backwards fast. He had just urinated on two
people who were having sex in the bush!

Morgan walked away fast and got to hide himself between the people so as whoever it was would not
easily pick him up. However, the man gave chase and got to where the guys were some smoking, some
drinking coconut brew, some dancing lazily an some just standing there ogling at women dancing to the
taarab music.

“Some idiot just urinated on me!” A man came lamenting. He was spitting.
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“I was with my girl, she was on top riding me, then some idiot urinated on my head, can you imagine? I
am looking for him he just got in here right now!” the man said and continued spitting. Some boys laughed
trying to imagine.

“So, someone urinated on your head?” Another boy asked excitedly.

“Don’t even talk about it, if I get him, he will suck this dick, I mean, I have even some of his urine inside
my eyes, my nose and mouth!” the man said and coughed. Morgan stood there pretending not to know
anything.

Anthony noticed Morgan was extraordinarily silent. He approached him.

“Are you bored? Can we go home?” Anthony asked Morgan.

“No, just watching these dramas.” Morgan said. Anthony noticed Morgan’s pants were wet.

“What happened?” Anthony asked.

“Some drunkard passed by me drinking some water, or probably beer and poured on my pants while
staggering. I have punched him and he want away without a word.” Morgan said.

“And another group of guys there were fighting over some girls, dramas all over here, someone got
urinated on, guys fighting for girls, and you now getting wet because someone poured water on you, Eh!
People are really having fun.” Anthony said.

The guy who got urinated on his head moved around as if looking for whoever did it but could not find
him. He even passed by Morgan, looked at Morgan in the face, smiled and passed by him. Morgan was
glad the guy could not identify him; he was not willing to get into any trouble.

Kabibi finally found where Morgan was but did not bother with him.

“This girl is a nuisance; this is why I hate these thin girls.” Morgan told Anthony.

“What about them? She probably admires you.” Anthony said on a light note.

“I don’t care. Time to go home I am now tired.” Morgan said.

“Ok, let me ask the rest if we can go.” Anthony said and went around looking for his friends. Some were
willing to stay much longer but after it got to them that they shall have to go home all alone, they decided
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The boys were talking about their adventures in the party. Some were talking of how they touched some
girls’ asses, some about how they danced with some married women, and so many others.

“I also went to urinate and unfortunately I urinated on someone’s face. I had not seen him but realized
just when I began to.” Morgan suddenly told them. They all stopped talking to listen to Morgan.

“And then?” someone asked.

“He was having sex; his girl was riding him. but I had not seen him to be honest. So, I urinated and my
urine landed on his head. That was the end of the session.” Morgan said. Everyone burst out laughing.

“What? No wonder the guy was so mad. If he got to know it was you, he would have broken your neck.”
Julius told Morgan.

“Why would someone fuck in the bush? They should go home and fuck all they wish.” Morgan said.

“People fuck everywhere. It is called green lodge and it is so sweet fucking in the bush.” Peter told Morgan.

“Have you ever fucked in the bush?” Morgan asked Peter.

“Even today, I just fucked a girl from the party in the bush. But we did not lie down since we feared we
might lie on something so I told her to lean on a tree and we fucked right there, a coconut tree.” Peter
said and laughed at the end.

“Wow! not me, what if a coconut fell on you?” Morgan asked.

“They don’t always fall down. When you are horny, nothing else matters except doing your thing, unlike
you who fears girls I guess by now the manufacturers of Vaseline are happy with their sales.” Peter said
much like a joke. Morgan did not understand the joke.

Charles, who was all along silent suddenly spoke and said, “I hope Morgan does not get the joke.”

“Oh! Vaseline is my favorite, more so when I go to Nairobi and it is cold, it keeps my lips from cracking.”
Morgan said.

“Exactly, that is how useful Vaseline is!” Charles said trying to diffuse the joke.

Suddenly, from a distance, a car appeared on the clear tarmac road with full lights at night such that it
caught everyone’s attention.
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“You know what, that is the characteristic behavior of a police land cruiser, we better hide in the bushes
or otherwise they will go with us.” Julius suddenly told them.

“We haven’t done anything wrong, besides they are supposed to protect us not harass us.” Anthony said.

“Have you ever slept in a police cell?” Julius asked Anthony.

“No.” Anthony said.

“No wonder you are speaking like that, I have, twice, I am not taking any risks.” Julius said and suddenly
darted for the bushes. The other boys followed. Everyone else followed. They finally came to a small foot
path inside the bushes. The land cruiser slowed down when it got where they were. It was like the
policemen had seen them and could not understand how they suddenly disappeared.

Then the land cruiser sped away.

“You see what I was saying…” Julius said.

“Come on, let us get out of here.” Another boy who knew the route better than anyone else led the way
until they finally got to their home.

“Hey, I will have to go home. I urinated on myself.” Morgan whispered to Anthony.

“How?” Anthony asked.

“When I ran away from the man who I urinated on the face, I forgot and put my thing inside when I was
still urinating, that is how I ended up wet.” Morgan said.

“Oh! Sorry man. I know Mwende will open for you the door.” Anthony told Morgan.

“See you tomorrow, or is it at daylight?” Morgan said looking into his phone. The time was 3:44 am.

Morgan finally got home. Mwende had briefly woken up to go to the bathroom and heard Morgan gently
knocking at the door. She went to open.

“How was the party? Did you have some fun?” Mwende asked Morgan.

“Yes, I am now tired and want to sleep.” Morgan said. He walked past Mwende and went straight to taking
off his pants. He had forgotten that Mwende was sleeping with him in that room. When Mwende was
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Morgan stood there like a dazed person. Mwende’s eyes were on Morgan’s flaccid dick that loosely hung
under his T shirt.

“Bad manners, look away!” Morgan told Mwende.

Mwende slowly turned, said “Sorry.” And walked out of the bedroom to give Morgan time to change.

But Morgan could not understand why he suddenly began to get an erection despite not even thinking
about sex….

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE SEVENTEEN – Football match**
Morgan got onto his bed and slept until it was almost midday. He was woken up something crushing. It
was Mwende who had just dropped a thermos flask on the floor while washing it.

Morgan slowly got out of his bed and walked to the bathroom where he showered fast. He then wore his
clothes and walked to the kitchen

“Is breakfast ready?” Morgan asked Mwende.

“It is almost lunch in fact, and it is almost ready.” Mwende said.

“What have you broken?” Morgan asked.

“A thermos flask, your mum’s favorite.” Mwende said.

“You will explain to her what happened.” Morgan said feeling sorry for Mwende. He then slowly walked
outside and sat under a shade outside.

“Can I bring tea for you there?” Mwende asked Morgan.

“No problem, it is cool at least out here.” Morgan said.

Mwende served Morgan with some tea and arrowroots she had boiled the previous evening. She then
proceeded to cook the lunch.

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Clara came for lunch at around 2 pm since she did not work far from home.

“Oh! Serve me some tea first.” Clara said.

“The thermos got broken.” Mwende said politely, “I am sorry.” She knew Clara loved that thermos a lot
and would always get served from it.

“What? Don’t tell me!” Clara said.

Morgan sat there following the conversation.

“You will pay me my thermos. What did you do to break it?” Clara was angry.
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“Mum, forgive her, it was not intentional.” Morgan said.

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“When you are washing my items be careful with them.” Clara said with a softer tone.

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“It won’t happen again.” Mwende promised.

“Go away, I don’t want to see you for now.” Clara told her motioning her to go.

“Accidents occur without notice; it could happen to anyone.” Morgan told his mother.

“How comes you have been washing it all those years and it has never gotten damaged? That thermos is
almost 6 years and it was the best. Now where do I get another like that one?” Clara asked.

“You can still get in Nairobi.” Morgan said.

“They sell fake things nowadays. It is difficult to get such.” Clara said.

“Mwende! Serve me some food fast, I want to go!” Clara shouted from the table room.

Mwende quickly served Clara some food and left the table room. She did not like it whenever Clara was
angry.

Within minutes, Clara had eaten and left.

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Morgan was to later catch up with his friends to go and watch a local football match between two local
teams, one called Clarks weaver FC and another Zambarani FC. The match was to be in Gede primary
school football ground.

People arrived on time and each was taking their places so as to have a better view of the match. Morgan
and his friends were at one corner of the field where people were cheering the match.

“This one, Zambarani will win, they have bigger men.” Peter said looking at the team lining up.

“No, Clarks weaver have always won these matches, more so with their best players like Bakari, I am sure
they are taking this.” Morgan said confidently.

“By the way, what is your favorite sport?” Anthony asked Morgan.

“Football.” Morgan said.

“Have you ever played?” Anthony asked him.

“No, just watching and cheering.” Morgan said.

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“You should play one day.” Anthony told Morgan.

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“I fear getting injured.” Morgan said.

“Your fear for everything is what denies you even chances with beautiful girls.” Peter said getting into the
conversation.

“These ladies are carrying diseases, don’t see a lady having big buttocks and rounded thighs and assume
she is clean, some have the virus and you will catch it if you play with them.” Morgan said.

Peter looked around and saw a lady walking with her friends. She was shaking her buttocks vigorously as
she walked wearing a loose long dress.

“You see such? Such cannot have AIDS. AIDS makes someone very thin.” Peter said confidently.

“Then why do you love slim ladies?” Morgan asked Peter.

“Because they are easy to handle on bed. But notice there is a difference between being slim and being
thin. I love them slim not thin.” Peter said.

“You are crazy, anyway, the match has begun, cheer your favorite team now.” Morgan said as the referee
blew the whistle.

From the word go, it was obvious that it was going to be a very tough match. The players were very
physical and from time to time pushing one another to the ground.

Morgan got cheering his favorite team, Clarks weaver FC.

“I wish it was being shown on the screen we would see ball possession.” Morgan remarked.

“But it is obvious these two teams are equal, imagine this being the 30th minute and none has scored.”
Anthony remarked.

The match continued being tensed with people cheering loudly. It was like all people were there, men,
women, boys, girls and children.

Suddenly, there was a foul being directed towards Clarks weaver FC. One of its defenders had literally
swept Zambarani’s striker off the ground sending him flying in the air almost 2 meters high such that when
he fell down, he remained still like someone unconscious. It was a penalty!

“My God! Now that is how we lose the match!” Morgan said holding his hands together while shaking
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“I told you, Zambarani will win this!” Peter said.

The wounded player was carried outside the field on a stretcher while the referee directed one of the
Zambarani’s player to hit the penalty. The player, a tall slender player backed a few steps, did a cross sign
and accelerated to hit the ball.

Suddenly, the goalkeeper jumped to the left as soon as the ball was hit. He had entirely missed the
direction of the ball and jumped the opposite direction. But the strike missed the goal and hit the right
goal post so hard such that it bounced back to the field. The field seemed to erupt with Clarks weavers’
fans totally overjoyed because the kick had missed the goal.

No one seemed to concentrate anymore. It was not until some people on the other end shouted,
“Gooooal!” and people seemed to pour into the field to celebrate.

Everyone was hugging everyone.

A girl totally unknown to Morgan suddenly jumped onto him, hugged him and kissed him on the lips before
Morgan could react to it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Morgan asked the girl.

“Oh! Sorry, I am only celebrating the goal!” The girl said.

“Don’t touch me!” Morgan told the girl angrily.

“Shut up! I should sit on that dick and ride it hard to celebrate that goal, did you even notice how that
player hit the kick? Almost 20 meters away and it went straight into the net!” the girl told Morgan and
turned to hug him yet again.

Morgan quickly backed off away from the girl.

“Hey, dude, what is wrong with you?” it was Julius asking Morgan, “Don’t you know that when girls are
excited, they easily give out their goodies, you should grab the chance and bang this ass today. in fact, go
and hold her from behind and see, she won’t even chase you away, she will let you hold her.”

“Sure, go, go and hold her…” Peter urged Morgan.

“I came here to watch football not to hold girls, and please, stop bothering me now let me concentrate
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“I wish I was as lucky as you,” Anthony told Morgan, “it is like girls just notice you but you never notice
them.”

The girl who had just hugged Morgan due to excitement was following the conversation discreetly, she
turned around, faced Morgan and told him, “I am supporting your team, me and you are supporting same
team. If our team wins, I promise you some pure niceness, sweetness and pleasure….” She was talking
while touching her breasts provocatively in front of Morgan.

Morgan was speechless.

“Come on man! Take this chance…” Julius urged Morgan.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE EIGHTEEN – Flirting with girls**
The girl after noticing that Morgan was fearing her got even more courageous.

“You can have me all you want.” The girl dared Morgan.

“Then we go and get tested, and then I will have you.” Morgan said.

“Come on! Do I look like I have any virus in my body?” the girl asked Morgan. She then turned around,
shook her buttocks in provocation before turning to face Morgan. Some boys laughed hard. Morgan felt
embarrassed and wanted to walk away when some boys blocked him.

“Morgan, for how long are you going to fear girls? I mean, girls just throw themselves to you but you
instead run away from them.” One boy sked Morgan. He was blocking Morgan’s way.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” Morgan said and pushed the boy so hard until he fell down. The boy got up
furiously wanting to punch Morgan but Anthony got in between them.

“Hey, you people have to learn to respect someone’s decisions. You provoked him, deal with it.” Anthony
said calmly.

“Did he have to push me down?” the boy asked.

“Let us go home, I am already done with this match.” Morgan told Anthony.

“You should have let me teach him a lesson!” the boy who had been pushed barked out.

“I also would do the same to you.” Julius said, “if someone is not interested in something, let him be.”

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“Did you have to leave the match halfway?” Anthony asked Morgan.

“I got bored with those boys.” Morgan said.

Morgan was walking fast as if wanting to get away from there as fast as possible such that Anthony was
struggling to keep up with him.

“Ok, slow down, but it is true, you fear girls.” Anthony suddenly said.

Morgan stopped walking, faced Anthony and asked, “You also can tell me that?”
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“Yes, that is the truth. And now the girls know you fear them.” Anthony said.
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Morgan remained silent.

“You have to face your fears, interacting with them does not necessarily mean having anything with
them.” Anthony said.

“These modern girls are all rotten. Any interaction with her and she thinks you want that thing between
their legs, it is so disgusting.” Morgan said.

“You can be friends, just friends.” Anthony told Morgan.

“You know you are pulling my leg.” Morgan said.

“Well, it is true with most ladies, if you are a friend to her for so long and never makes any advances, she
does not see you as a man enough, but at least interreact with them. Girls lives complements whether
she will end up being your girl or not.

At least once in a while, tell a girl she is beautiful, she has nice hair, she has a nice dress, she has a nice
voice, anything that will make her feel nice and special.” Anthony told Morgan.

“That is what I cannot bring myself to even say.” Morgan said.

“Why?” Anthony asked.

“I normally lack the strength. When I am near a girl, words just evaporate from my mind. I find myself
saying irrelevant things.” Morgan said.

“The thing is, just say it, it does not matter how you say it. The moment you make her smile, you are good
to go. Girls have simple brains; simple sweet words are enough to make them lower their pants to you.”
Anthony said.

Morgan laughed and told Anthony, “you are absolutely crazy!”

“But that is true, try it.” Anthony told Morgan.

“With who?” Morgan asked.

“Just a girl, any girl as long as you slightly know one another.” Anthony told Morgan. Morgan thought
about it for a while.
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“Give me exact phrase to use.” Morgan said. Anthony was glad Morgan was finally admitting to need help
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“These phrases are not crammed, they come automatically. Just draw them from your heart. As in, it is
just being honest, if a girl looks nice, tell her she looks nice, if she has a beautiful dress just tell her, if she
has a nice figure, let her know, just that.” Anthony told Morgan.

“What if she is not?” Morgan asked.

“Eish! Never tell a lady she is ugly, has bad dress, has bad hair, whatever the case, don’t you ever be
negative to a lady. You would rather lie to her to make her feel nice.” Anthony told Morgan.

They reached a shop which had an extended stone wall which was 2 feet high, not completed. Morgan
walked and sat down.

“What? We were going home…” Anthony told Morgan.

“Let has have something cold. It is too hot today.” Morgan said. The shopkeeper who was standing behind
the counter heard Morgan talking of something cold.

“There is soda, juice, yoghurt, milk etc. what would you want to have?” the shop keeper asked them.

“Give me some Stony tangawizi.” Anthony said.

“Similar.” Morgan ordered too.

The shopkeeper gladly took the sodas for them outside.

“Ok, now tell me what you were telling me. Dr. Love.” Morgan told Anthony.

“What a name! don’t baptize me any names.” Anthony said with a chuckle.

“Ok, as in, where do I begin approaching a girl? Like a total stranger.” Morgan asked.

“With girls, whenever you are in a crowd, try to catch their attention. Be funny, girls are easily attracted
to funny boys than serious boys. Make them laugh.” Anthony told Morgan.

“Ok, and…” Morgan said.

“And what?” Anthony asked.

“About asking her the actual, eh… you know what I am saying.” Morgan said.
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At that point, a girl came to the shop. She was wearing a long grey dress. She was slim and tall, chocolate
in color. Anthony kept looking at her until she felt a bit shy. She was buying some items from the shop.
After she was done, Anthony told her, “Hi girl, you look great.”

The girl did not even turn to look at them, she made quick steps and said, “Stupid boys, don’t you have
something better to do than to sit your asses there looking at girls? And with that she walked away.

Morgan held her breath for a few seconds. Anthony just smiled. Morgan burst out laughing.

“You see, that is what I meant, these girls feel like they are our source of gravity. That is what I hate. I tried
complementing another girl and she nearly spit on me.” Morgan said.

“Well, it happens, some are ungrateful, no matter how positive you are to her, she simply does not
recognize that. Finish your soda let us go home.” Anthony said.

Morgan paid for the two bottles and they left.

“But I also noticed girls fall for these bad boys a lot. Like look at someone like Julius, typically a rotten boy.
Yet he never lacks girls, it is like he has a magnet for them.” Morgan said.

“Ironies of the world, but at least when you are friendly to them, it does not matter if you are good or
bad, they will like you too.” Anthony told Morgan.

It was beginning to get dark. Morgan accelerated towards home.

“That is what confuses me.” Morgan said.

“Let me tell you, with girls, flattering her wins her even more, even if a girl is as ugly as a warthog, just tell
her how beautiful she is. Like here, watch this girl who is coming towards us…” Anthony said.

Morgan noticed a girl coming from the opposite direction. Her name was Malkia but her appearance was
nowhere near to resemble her name. she was thin, shirt, had protruding teeth so large such that she
hardly closed her mouth unless when she is determined to. Her legs were slightly bow legged. Her breasts
were sagging despite her being so young, probably genetic since almost all her sisters had sagging breasts.

Most boys used to call her the village ghost. She knew she was virtually unwanted by all boys.

Morgan held her breath waiting to see what Anthony would do.
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“Hi, Malkia, where are you going looking like an angel?” Anthony asked. She wore a white skirt with blue
flowers and a white T shirt.

“Oh! Really? Me looking like an angel?” Malkia asked.

“Yes, look at your dress, wow! I mean, even when you are walking along the road, it would take a man
with a stiff neck not to turn to look at you. In fact, please just give me a hug…” Anthony told Malkia. Malkia
who was not used to having anyone tell her she is beautiful literally could not believe her ears. She almost
threw herself in the air as she landed onto Anthony’s chest to give him a tight hug.

“If you are not going to see a man, for a date, please, just come with me, I should feel the pride of walking
with you down the road, you are a real queen just like your name.” Anthony flirted with Malkia.

“I can even postpone where I was going.” Malkia said.

“Where were you going?” Anthony asked her.

“To the shop, but I can turn around and go with you. I will lie to my mum that I found the shop closed.
There is only one shop that sells whatever my mother has sent me.” Malkia said.

“No, just go, rush, I will be right here waiting for you. I need to hold you by your waist as I proudly walk
with you towards home. Who knows, I might even get…” Anthony looked at her suggestively.

“Go away! Bad manners!” Malkia said but did not move. Anthony touched her arm slightly. Malkia moved
out of the way jokingly.

“Rush to the shop, you will fund us waiting for you here, go now, quick before it is too dark.” Anthony
urged her.

Malkia literally ran along.

Morgan burst out laughing. “Holy Lord, you! Isn’t that a straight lie, I mean, that girl does not deserve all
what you told her!”

“Fine, she is gone, let us go home, she must not find us here. I would be out of my mind to even think of
having such an ugly girl as my girlfriend…” Anthony said and led the way quickly.
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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE NINETEEN – Disco Matanga**
“I am going to try one of your tricks. But you are crazy, how can you lie like that to Malkia?” Morgan asked
Anthony the following day they met. Anthony had just finished his day’s work. He used to work as a casual
laborer with KWS and they would release him at 1 pm.

“But that is how it goes, with women, keep lying. The truth will hardly win you a woman.” Anthony told
Morgan.

“But I am not as courageous as you.” Morgan said.

“You do not need to be courageous, just daring. Some girls will insult you; some will wish to spit on you,
but be like a wild animal, keep trying and you will soon realize that the more you try the more you stand
a chance to win.” Anthony told Morgan.

“Some ladies are silly, even a small joke and she will insult you.” Morgan said.

As they sat under shade, next to a bus station, Allan joined them. He was from Watamu riding a mountain
bike.

“Hey, how is your Mzungu?” Morgan asked Allan as soon as he saw him.

“She is now outside Kenya, that is why I am just loitering around until she comes back. How have you
been?” Allan asked Morgan.

“I am fine.” Morgan said as Allan disembarked from his bike, put it against a tree and joined them. He was
basically idle and wanted someone to just talk to.

“Right now, in Watamu it is so boring, it is low season, no tourists, no money, just nothing. Even hotels
are partially closed and that means we are broke.” Allan said.

“You cannot be broke, when you have a mzungu.” Anthony told Allan.

“Hey, I am so broke now. It is why I am using my bike from Watamu to this place, risking being knocked
down by a speeding vehicle.” Allan said.

“Now you can join us to hunt African girls.” Morgan said jokingly.

“It is why I am here in the villages, its been sometime since I got a nice ass. I need one like yesterday.”
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“Where will you get the girls?” Anthony asked Allan.

“Disco Matanga.” Allan said.

“What? Where?” Anthony asked.

“There is one at Gede this week, behind the catholic church, those homes behind the church a few
hundred meters.” Allan said.

“Wow! you are now like the 411 of these places, how do you know all these details?” Morgan asked Allan.

“When we are idle, and no Wazungus we get to know a lot that is happening in the villages.” Allan said.

“Ok, we shall join you.” Morgan told Allan.

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“Morgan, is it that you do not care about Mwende?” Clara asked Morgan as he was taking supper. That
evening, Mwende had gone to see her sister and she was not coming back until the following day.

“Mum, I already told you the truth, there is nothing else I can tell you. I did not make her pregnant.”
Morgan said.

“Do not be like those men who later come to regret their decisions.” Clara told Morgan.

“Mum, what is so difficult in you believing me?” Morgan was beginning to feel irritated by his mother. His
mother however did not want to make him angry.

“Ok, let us drop that story. Once the child is born, we shall know the truth.” Clara said.

“Fine, I will be here with you and you shall see for yourself. I would never lie to you.” Morgan said. Clara
just smiled. She so wished the pregnancy was Morgan’s but seeing how carefree Morgan was towards
Mwende, it left her feeling confused.

“You seem restless, why?” Clara asked Morgan seeing that he kept checking his watch.

“We are going to Disco Matanga, close to the catholic church.” Morgan told his mother.

“Just be careful at night. Is there anything you need from me?” Clara asked Morgan.

“Give me 2,000.” Morgan told his mother.

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“Ok, but don’t buy unnecessary things, and above all, don’t take alcohol. I know I drink some wine when
I am stressed but I would not wish you do the same.” Clara told his son.

“I will not, trust me.” Morgan said.

Clara pulled her handbag, brought out her purse which had some money. She only had 1,000 with her and
no more money. She handed Morgan the money.

“That is what I have for now.” Clara told Morgan.

Morgan took the money. “Thank you, this is enough too.”

“Are you going with Anthony?” Clara asked him.

Just then, they got a soft knock at the door.

“Come in.” Clara said.

The door opened gently. It was Julius.

“Hi, good evening.” Julius greeted them without getting inside.

“Hi, so you have come for your friend?” Clara asked Julius.

“Yes, and we are late.” Julius said. Morgan stood up to go.

“Ok, be back on time.” Clara said, “Morgan, go with the keys for the back door. I will not wake up to open
for you and as you can see Mwende is not around to open for you when you come back.”

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“Anthony is not with us tonight, we passed by their place and he told me that he has a headache and
won’t go, but Peter, Charlies, Ian and the rest are with us.” Julius said.

“And Allan.” Morgan said.

“Who is Allan?” Julius asked.

“That tall guy who used to live with his father before they moved out of the corner house.” Morgan told
Julius.
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“Oh! I remember him, that crazy boy, where is he nowadays?” Julius asked.
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They all walked through some shortcuts until they got to the Disco Matanga party. You would have
thought it was a party for the young. There were a lot of underage people there, boys and girls who were
clearly in primary school.

“Children all over, you mean their parents allowed them to come?” Julius asked.

“They usually don’t care. And most sneak out as their parents sleep.” Morgan told Julius.

Just then, they spotted Allan standing at a dark corner of the compound. He was holding a short girl by
her shoulder and talking to her.

“I can assure you by the time this night is over, some girls will be pregnant.” Peter said looking into how
boys and girls had paired. They were dancing to some Giriama songs. The music was so loud such that you
had to shout in order to be heard.

Morgan saw Kabibi and hoped she does not see him. Morgan decided to find a nice place to sit. He bought
some cold juice, so cold it had some ice inside and sat down to drink it. Allan approached Morgan when
he saw him.

“Hey, give me 50 bob, just 50. I want to impress that girl so that she can give me her pussy.” Allan told
Morgan.

“Idiot! That girl is too small for you, she us underage!” Morgan told Allan.

“Hey, hurry up, she might change her mind. I want to buy her some mabuyu.” Allan told Morgan literally
getting into his left picket and dishing out Kshs 100 note.

“Hey, return that money!” Morgan said. However, Allan got lost as fast as he came. There were people
around selling their wares all over, some selling miraa, cigarettes, weed etc.

After some minutes, a group of boys got so rowdy dancing such that the whole place was all dusty. Morgan
could not continue sitting there and decided to walk around. He was joined by Julius who was getting
bored by the loud Giriama songs.

“Listen…” Julius told Morgan.

“I know you wish they were playing Luo songs.” Morgan told Julius.
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“No, not that, I can hear someone screaming….” Julius said. He kept walking along a certain path which
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“What, someone screaming? where?” Morgan asked.

Julius kept walking. The voice got clear and more audible. It was a girl saying, “You are hurting me! I am
going to report you to my mother! get off me! Wuuuui! wuuuuui! Come help me!!” it was like someone
in pain.

“Stupid! You thought I am bringing you here to watch the moon and the stars!” it was Allan’s voice!

“My goodness! He is raping a girl!” Morgan said.

“That does not sound like rape, if it was rape, she would be screaming even more.” Julius said and began
to back off.

Just then, the very girl that Morgan had seen with Allan passed them running as if she was escaping from
something dangerous. She was wearing only her T shirt but holding her skirt on her right hand. Allan
followed chasing after her. His erect dick was hanging outside and totally visible from the moon light.

“What are you doing here?” Allan asked the two suddenly stopping in front of them.

“What have you done to the girl?” Morgan asked Allan.

“I inserted my thing into her, I pushed like this,” Allan made a gesture of how he did it, “but as soon as it
was inside, I don’t know where she got the energy from, she began fighting me and before I knew, she
had thrown me away, stood up and ran away…”

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“So, why didn’t you make it to the disco yesterday?” Morgan asked Anthony when they met the following
day.

“I was just tired. But today I am ok. What was good there?” Anthony asked Morgan.

“Allan fucked an underage, until she ran away without her skirt.” Morgan told Anthony.

“Some of these guys should be arrested.” Anthony told Morgan.

“Why? What if she was willing?” Morgan asked.

“No, even if she is willing, having sex with an underage girl is always a crime. Anyway, it is their life.”
Anthony said.

“So, even if a girl gave in to you, you would not do it if she is under 18?” Morgan asked Anthony.

“I would never.” Anthony said.

“Good of you.” Morgan said.

“I wish to go to Mombasa tomorrow to visit my aunt. I won’t be around for probably a week.” Morgan
told Anthony.

“Oh! Man! I am going to miss you. I wish you would leave me with your mountain bike.” Anthony told
Morgan.

“I don’t think my mother would approve of that.” Morgan said.

“Just tell her.” Anthony told Morgan.

“Come home at evening and request from her.” Morgan told Anthony.

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When evening came, Anthony and Morgan sat at home waiting for Clara to come from work. It was around
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“Anthony, your friend is going to Mombasa to visit his aunt. Who will be giving you company? I see you
two are so used to each other.” Clara said.

“I will get used. At least he won’t be long there.” Anthony told Clara.

“But you can be visiting whenever you wish, come and watch a movie, you can get to the kitchen and
make a cup of coffee for yourself, you can be coming I send you if I want to send someone, etc.” Clara
said.

The moment Clara talked about sending Anthony from time to time, Morgan saw that as an opportunity
to ask her mother if she would let Anthony have the mountain bike.

“Mum, can you give him my bike so that he can be with it when am not around?” Morgan asked his
mother.

“It is your bike, if you decide that he should keep it, I am fine with it, he can have it. As long as he will be
careful not to mess with it.” Clara said.

“I promise, I will take good care of it.” Anthony said feeling excited already.

“Done. You can have it.” Clara told Anthony.

Morgan checked the mountain bike to make sure everything was ok before handing it over to Anthony.

“Tomorrow I am leaving at 7 am, we might not meet.” Morgan said as he inspected the bike. It had been
parked inside their kitchen.

“Just have a safe journey. Also remember there are beautiful girls in Mombasa, grab one and do the
necessary.” Anthony teased Morgan.

Morgan just laughed and did not reply to that.

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The following day, Morgan travelled to Mombasa where he was well received by his cousin at Bondeni
whose name was Jamal. His father was an Arab and his mother a Kamba lady from Kitui. They lived in
Majengo, a place called King’orani.

Jamal was 19 years old. They lived in a single room in one of the Swahili types of houses. His father was a
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“Welcome to Mombasa.” Jamal told Morgan as soon as they got into their house.

“Thank you. Assist me with a glass of water please. It is too hot here.” Morgan said. He looked around the
room. The room was very full leaving almost no space. Morgan had lived believing that Jamal and his
parents lived in a nice probably 2-bedroom house in Mombasa. He was surprised to see they lived in a
single room, inside a house full of very noisy Swahili people, and in a rather dirty and noisy neighborhood.

“Thank you.” Morgan told Jamal after drinking the water.

“Welcome, we got used to this place with its heat.” Jamal told Morgan.

“And you have really grown, I did not leave you this big.” Morgan told Jamaal. Jamal was however slender
and slightly shorter than Morgan.

“Really? When is the last time we last saw each other?” Jamal asked.

“May be 10 years ago. You were in primary school. By the way where is your sister?” Morgan asked.

“She has gone to visit someone; she will be back in an hour time.” Jamal said. he had just finished saying
that when they heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Jamal said.

Two ladies got in wearing buibui totally veiled such that you could not even see their faces.

“Husna, this is Morgan, do you remember him? from aunt Clara.” Jamal said.

That instant, Husna took off her veil and looked at Morgan.

“Oh! Morgan! Wow! what a pleasant surprise! So, you decided to visit us today? you are so much
welcome. I know you hardly remember me; I have outgrown even my own mother.” Husna said. Morgan
looked at her carefully almost not recognizing her. The girl had really grown! She was barely 17 but had
such an ass and hips so rounded such that she would easily be mistaken for a fully grown up woman.

“Eh! I could hardly recognize you!” Morgan told Husna.

“Yes, because she has grown to have such large buttocks even men in the neighborhood are not giving us
peace.” Jamal said jokingly.
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“And who is your friend?” Morgan asked looking at the other girl.

“She is Maryam, we go to school together. She is from Mvita.” Husna said.

Maryam shook Morgan’s hand and remained silent. She never took off her veil.

“Let us go for a walk so that when we return, they will have cooked. Come I show you around the hood.”
Jamal told Morgan.

“Don’t take him too far, I am cooking fast.” Husna said.

“As long as you keep our food there, we shall find it.” Jamal said as they left their home. On their way out,
there were some Swahili ladies lying on the floor and they never bothered to move out of the way. Morgan
found it so unsettling having to jump over them but Jamal did not seem to care. In fact, he chatted with
them on his way out.

“Do they spend the entire day lying there?” Morgan asked Jamal as soon as they got outside.

“Yes, they are never in a hurry.” Jamal told Morgan.

“Eish! Idle like that?” Morgan asked.

“Some of them cook Mahamri in the morning, by 8 am they have sold all of them. They then return to the
house and will be there the whole day.” Jamal said.

“And…” Morgan paused not sure what to say.

“And what?” Jamal asked.

“All these women have large buttocks, what do they eat?” Morgan asked with a chuckle.

Jamal laughed and said, “when they are growing up, their mothers massage their buttocks to encourage
growth, that is what I hear since I have never seen them.”

Morgan was no longer listening. His eyes were all lost to a woman moving in front of them at a slow,
almost calculated pace. Her buttocks were really trembling as she went along. She wore lessons only and
sandals.

“Dude! Don’t stare so much, you will be knocked down by a car here.” Jamal told Morgan as they were
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“Damn! No wonder people say, coming to Mombasa is easy and getting out is hard, if these are the women
you have here, men can get lost here.” Morgan said.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, wait until it is evening when the sun is not hot, most come out to go
shopping, you will see for yourself until you lose your mind. It is called Mombasa Raha…” Jamal told
Morgan.

“Wow! these are the women God created when he had just woken up and still fresh!” Morgan said jokingly
evoking a lot of laughter from Jamal.

Just then, the woman who was in front of them went around a corner just a few meters away from them.
Morgan accelerated to see where she was going. He got to the corner and looked straight ahead.
However, what Morgan saw made him utterly confused. Just about 6 meters away into the narrow alley,
a very fat white cat was walking away.

“My goodness! Where did the beautiful woman disappear to?” Morgan asked Jamal.

“My brother,” Jamal said smiling at Morgan, “this is Mombasa, Mombasa has weird things…” he said and
kept walking away.

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Jamal’s mother was so happy to see Morgan after a long time. The last time she saw Morgan he was such
a small boy and she could not believe how much Morgan had grown up.

Jamal’s father was to later come back home at round 9 pm carrying some dates to eat. Morgan was already
feeling sleepy by the time Jama’s father came back.

Morgan began wondering: How will all of us sleep in this one single room?

By 11 pm, they were yet to sleep.

What Morgan was to find out, even bathing there was a problem. They had to use a half basin of water
each. The bathroom was a shared bathroom which was also serving as a toilet. Getting your chance to
bathe was a game of luck, you had to camp outside the bathroom until whoever is inside got out.

When Morgan began to bathe, someone knocked at the door and said, “Hey, bro, hurry up, there are
other people waiting!” Morgan had to literally speed up bathing. Water got finished before he could even
fully bathe and feel fresh!

Morgan had to walk outside to brush his teeth with Jamal. But Jamal seemed so comfortable un such
environment. He was used to that life. People were outside basking in the security light as if they never
sleep. Some police on patrol passed them without saying a word.

“It is very secure here; the police pass by this route whenever they are going to the other road.” Jamal
told Morgan.

“No wonder people are still outside at this hour!” Morgan said.

“Yes, besides, people are very nice out here, no one steals another’s item. We even sleep without closing
this main door.” Jamal said. Jamal kept talking to Morgan so as his parents would finish changing their
clothes and sleep so that they can also sneak in and sleep too.

When it was the time to sleep, Jamal pulled out a mattress from below his parent’s bed and spread it out
on the floor after clearing the and putting the table aside.

“This is where we sleep, me and Husna.” Jamal said.

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However, they squeezed themselves with Husna facing the wall unit. A mosquito coil was burning slowly
under a coach. Jamal was the last to get at the mattress. He switched off the light. The door was slightly
open to allow cool air to get inside.

There were some people still talking outside and there were no signs that they shall sleep. Morgan was to
later learn that they slept in turns since they were a large family sharing a single room where the children
would sleep between 9 pm up to 3 am, while the parents would later sleep from 3 am up to morning
hours.

Morgan hardly slept. When it was 5 am for the morning Islamic prayers, Morgan was beginning to catch
some sleep when it seemed like everyone in the room just woke up. Jamal got outside to wash his face.
Husna was up too.

Morgan had to just wake up as Husna folded the mattress quickly and set the room in order. It was like
everyone was quickly getting busy. Jamal’s mother had kneaded some flour the previous night and she
began to quickly cook Mahamri.

Breakfast for them was some strong tea, or tea without milk and 2 Mahamri’s each. That was not enough
for Morgan but he had to put up with it. He was used to eating a lot back at home.

The bathroom that morning was particularly busy with everyone wanting to use it. Morgan felt so
uncomfortable having to stand up waiting for his turn. There was a huge potbellied man inside who was
taking ages to finish. He had gotten inside there with clothes to change, had a mirror, a bic razor, spray
and it was like he was using the bathroom like it was his own wardrobe!

When he was done, Morgan got inside and immediately got disgusted with what he saw. The man had
taken a dump and had not washed it down. It was seated there staring at Morgan, still steaming hot!

“What is this now?” Morgan asked himself. He wanted to use the toilet but lost the urge the moment he
saw the human waste. He just finished bathing fast and left.

“Hey, brother, you cannot leave the toilet like this, who do you think will wash it down for you?” the
woman who got in after Morgan said.

“It is not me; it is the man who was there before me.” Morgan said.
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You will soon know the way of the town. (Nakusamahani kwa vile wewe mgeni mjini, karibuni utayajua ya
mjini)” the woman said in a harsh tone.

“Imagine, a man left without washing his waste, I had to bathe with it in there!” Morgan told Jamal.

“Sorry man, you should have told him as soon as you noticed.” Jamal said.

“How could I? the man is, or seems someone I should respect.” Morgan said.

“This is town, my brother. Respect no one and do the right thing.” Jamal told Morgan smiling at him.

Husna and her mother went to sell the Mahamri at a corner in the estate and by 9 am they were done.
They later came back.

Jamal’s father was a man of few words, after talking to Jamal for a few minutes, he left to go and open
the shop.

Husna returned and bathed once more. She later joined some girls in the plot and they began drawing
each other some patters that Morgan had no idea what they were drawing.

“This is how they make one another beautiful.” Jamal told Morgan as they sat outside. There was a smell
of weed that Morgan did not know where it was coming from.

Morgan could only imagine how people lived there. The neighborhood seemed to have a lot of people
and it was obvious most shared rooms. Right inside the plot where Jamal and his parents lived was a family
that seemed to have so many children.

“How many are they?” Morgan asked pointing at one little girl who was playing there seeming not to care
what was going on around the world.

“They are 9, mother, father and 6 children, and one extra child who came to live with them after her
mother died.” Jamal told Morgan.

“How do they sleep there?” Morgan asked.

“They have a double decker, and their parents sleep later when the children wake up to read.” Jamal said.

“Tough life.” Morgan said.

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“No, not at all. You should visit the slums and see real tough life.” Jamal told Morgan.
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“Seems you only know what people talk about, more so people from up country, they only know the
beaches, fine sand, beautiful expensive hotels, nice roads, but the truth is, Mombasa is a pleasure paradise
to about 10% of people who live in places like Nyali, Kizingo and Tudor estate, the rest of the places are
pretty much survival for the fittest. Go to places like Likoni, Kisauni, Mishomoroni, right here in Mvita, or
Bangladesh and Magongo… you will know how people truly live in Mombasa.” Jamal told Morgan.

“Bangladesh? I thought that is a country!” Morgan said.

“It is a slum, a very big slum on your way to Mikindani, biggest slum in coast province and the poorest.”
Jamal said.

“Will you take me there to walk?” Morgan asked.

“May be some other day, but you must not carry anything valuable, there is a lot of crime there. You will
get mugged any time.” Jamal told Morgan.

“What about Nyali?” Morgan asked.

“Come with me, I will take you to Kizingo first since it is nearer to us.” Jamal told Morgan.

Since Jamal had free time, he walked with Morgan through the railway station, past some cemetery and
finally they got to Kizingo estate which was characterized by nice well paved roads which were very clean,
nice grasses outside some beautiful walls, nice houses and most inside gated compounds which were
guarded by some security guards.

“Wow! I sincerely thought Mombasa is all like this!” Morgan said when he noticed how nice the estate
looked like.

“Now this is where the rich people of Mombasa live. It is a high-class estate. Most people who live here
drive their own cars and it is why you are not seeing matatus on this side.” Jamal told Morgan. Morgan
had thought Jamal and his parents lived in such an estate. He was totally wrong.

How much does it cost to rent a house here?” Morgan asked.

“Houses here are damn expensive! Monthly rent could be ten times our rent in Majengo.” Jamal told
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“Very serious, and Nyali is even more expensive, several times more expensive than Kizingo.” Jamal told
Morgan.

Just then, Jamal got a call from Morgan’s mother. She rarely called him and he was surprised to get a call
from her.

“Its your mum.” Jamal said and received the call.

CLARA: Hello, did you receive Morgan well?

JAMAL: Yes, in fact I am taking him around Mombasa showing him the beautiful places of Mombasa.

CLARA: Also remember to show him the beautiful girls of Mombasa, but take care of him, it is his first time
in Mombasa and do not want him to get lost there. (She jokingly said.)

JAMAL: Oh! Auntie, that I can assure you, besides, he is now a big boy as I can see.

CLARA: Alright, he is with you now, for the few days he will be there. Good day.

JAMAL: Good day too, Auntie Clara.

“What was my mum telling you?” Morgan asked.

Jamal chuckled and said, “She wants me to show you around Mombasa, she thinks you might get lost
here.”

Morgan laughed too and said, “Grown up people don’t get lost. I am not a child anymore.”

The two boys continued walking around the estate. The sun was getting hot so fast and Morgan was
beginning to get thirsty but seeing there was nowhere to buy even some drinking water, they just kept
walking.

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Morgan and Jamal kept walking all the way to fort Jesus and later returned home totally worn out,
sweating and feeling the heat of Mombasa.

Morgan would have wished to bathe again but water was limited and he had to persevere the whole day
feeling like a piece of shit.

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When evening came, Morgan realized he could hardly sleep until everyone else was asleep. He sat on the
coach dozing wishing he was home where he would sleep sometimes as early as 9 pm. It was almost 11
pm and there were no signs of people sleeping.

When it was time to sleep, Morgan looked for a basin, fetched some water and carried some to the shared
bathroom. There was no one inside but there was a bucket of water lying at one corner. It was obvious
someone was about to come and bathe but after waiting for almost 5 minutes and seeing no one, Morgan
got inside and bathed.

When he got out, he met a young lady who had wrapped herself with only a towel. Her entire thighs were
visible and part of her sagging breasts. She had large buttocks which lifted the towel so much such that it
would take little effort to see her nakedness.

The girl smiled at Morgan and greeted him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Morgan greeted her. He was about to pass her when she blocked his way. She gave Morgan a
seductive smile.

“May I pass.” Morgan told her.

“Welcome to our place.” The girl said and moved aside to let Morgan pass.

“Thank you.” Morgan said and passed.

Jamal had not yet slept. He was holding his father’s smartphone and playing a game in it. His father had
slept already.

“Come we bask outside.” Jamal told Morgan. Husna was already outside.
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“But I want to sleep.” Morgan said.

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“You will sleep, don’t worry.” Jamal told Morgan.

Morgan followed the two. They sat at a pavement outside feeling the cool breeze of the night. Morgan
could not make sense of why they had to go outside at almost midnight.

The two siblings were comfortable outside but Morgan was having it rough with mosquitoes.

“This place has a lot of mosquitoes!” Morgan said slapping one so hard. It dropped down and left a drop
of blood on Morgan’s arm.

“They are sensing you are new here.” Jamal teased Morgan.

“By the way, a girl blocked my way as I came out of bathroom. Short, dark girl with big behind.” Morgan
whispered to Jamal.

“She is called Hawa.” Jamal said with a smile.

“Oh! Ok. She loves to joke.” Morgan said.

“She is like that, so lively and will joke with anyone in this plot, including men as old as her father. She
flirts with anyone.” Jamal said.

“That is dangerous!” Morgan said.

“Why?” Jamal asked.

“Men will take advantage of her.” Morgan said.

“Its her life.” Jamal said.

Morgan was feeling pressed and he quickly rose to go to the toilet.

“Hey, wait…” Jamal told him. Morgan however walked fast. He got to the toilet and it was open. He just
got inside and urinated fast.

As he walked back, he wanted to get inside the room and get a glass of water when he heard some
moaning sounds coming from the room. His aunt sounded like someone who was lost in the throes of
passion while her husband was groaning silently. There were sounds of flesh banging hard against one
another twa twa twa!
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Morgan quickly understood why Jamal and Husna opted to remain outside. He just walked to where they
sat and pretended, he did not hear anything. They continued talking. Hawa joined them wearing just a
night dress.

Jamal sat next to Hawa and the two got lost in their own conversation. Husna kept talking to Morgan but
realized their topic of interest were not rhyming at all, she just leaned against a wall and began dozing
too.

After about an hour, Morgan heard Jamal’s parents taking turns to go to the bathroom.

After they settled down, Jamal told Morgan and the rest that they can now go to sleep.

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The following morning, Jamal’s father was the first to wake up. It was a few minutes to 5 am.

“Jamal, I am leaving you at the shop today, I have a meeting I should attend in Kilifi but will be back in the
afternoon so wake up and get ready to go.” Jamal’s father said.

“Ok dad.” Jamal said and woke up.

Within an hour, everyone was up and ready to begin a day. Morgan was still feeling so sleepy and tired
but he had to drag himself with Jamal to their shop that was located next to a garage, at a corner of the
neighborhood.

“I have never been in a shop.” Morgan told Jamal as soon as they settled down.

“I have been helping my father but this week he had told me to relax. I actually love it. In fact, I do not
plan to go to college, I wish to learn how to trade, get some capital, put up a shop and life goes on. Going
to college is a waste of time.” Jamal said.

“Really? Why not go and do business management course which might help you with the shop?” Morgan
asked.

“In my father’s side, all of them are business people in fact, just my dad who seem to be not so lucky with
business, the rest have chain stores and whole sale shops all over Mombasa, and some never even went
to secondary school. My father has this friend by the name Fauz, he is into matatu business plying Ferry
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to Mshomoroni. The man never went to school he cannot even write in English but right now, he controls
a huge fleet of matatus, he is a millionaire.” Jamal said.
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“My mother keeps on telling me to go back to college.” Morgan said.

“Just do business, the most successful people in this world are not academic giants, but business giants.”
Jamal told Morgan.

The shop suddenly seemed to get busy. Morgan tried his best to help at the shop, taking orders from
Jamal and packing items for customers. It was both a retail and wholesale shop. Some café owners were
coming for packets of milk and Morgan was busy giving them.

When Morgan got some free time, he called his mother and told her that he was at the shop with Jamal.

“You must be so good with mathematics!” Morgan told Jamal.

“Why?” Jamal wondered.

“Can see how you are giving them change after they buy.” Morgan said.

“Those are simple mathematics, plus and minus. Anyway, I was good with mathematics, I got an A in KCSE,
the only subject I attained an A.” Jamal said.

“Damn! And you do not wish to go to university?” Morgan asked.

“No, not at all, I am done going to school.” Jamal said.

A group of girls came at the shop, 5 of them and began ordering items. It was like they were comparing
as they would ask for an item, then return it. Morgan was dutifully giving them and taking whatever, they
had looked such that he did not notice that some girls were hiding some items.

They could tell Morgan was new in the shop and naïve. They kept teasing him, acting like they liked him,
until Jamal wondered: why are they concentrating so much with Morgan? He stopped concentrating on
other customers and focused on the girls as they were purely acting strangely.

When the girls noticed that Jamal began to pay attention to them, they quickly paid and left.

“Hey, there were 12 juices here. Those girls bought 5 but can see the remaining is 4, where are the rest 3
of them?” Jamal asked Morgan.

“What? They paid for all of them!” Morgan said.

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Jamal gave Morgan a hard stare and told him, “Morgan, if you are not careful, customers will steal from
you here. They have just stolen from you 3 juices, 2 packets of biscuits, 1 packet of chocolate and to make
it worse, for whatever they paid, they have paid you with a fake note of Kshs 500!”

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“I am so sorry, what should I do to recover that money?” Morgan asked Jamal.

“Don’t worry, I will explain to my father. He will understand but be careful. Customers here will confuse
you easily and steal from you.” Jamal said.

“This is why I hate girls, they come here with fake smiles to confuse you and before you know it, they have
stolen from you!” Morgan said.

“Yes, beware of women in particular. Women are evil. She will give you fake smiles and some will give you
their bodies but the harm they will do you is worse than being hit by a car.” Jamal said.

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Jamal did later tell his father how they incurred a loss of about Kshs 300. The man was understanding and
did not bother much with the money, just told Morgan to just let Jamal teach him how to handle
customers.

Except for the nights, Morgan found it so enjoyable going to the shop with Jamal. He got time to interact
with more people and to even learn a few things in the shop.

Morgan however avoided girls like a plague. To him, their smiles were just fake smiles and nothing good
would come out of them.

Jamal’s father got busy with his work thus entrusting the shop to Jamal. Jamal and Morgan were just fine
with each other at the shop where they would get talking about various issues and mostly about girls.

“I had my first girl when I was in secondary school. Damn! I remember it like yesterday and it was back
when I was in form three. Ours was a mixed school.” Jamal told Morgan.

“But aren’t your girls expected to get married as virgins? Now who will marry the girl you had?” Morgan
asked Jamal.

“Dude, this shit is all a big lie. On wedding night, they slaughter a small animal, pour blood on the white
sheet and lie to their parents that she was a virgin, otherwise, these Muslim girls are getting banged from
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“No, I don’t know who broke her. In fact, she was a real pro. We were in the class; it was late evening
during preps time. we normally would stay in the class up to 9 pm and then go home. That day, there was
blackout.

Now, this particular girl came and sat next to me claiming she was fearing darkness. She leaned on my
shoulder. I took my hands onto her breasts. She did not resist.

She slowly sat on me. I got a stiff one. She slowly unzipped my trousers, got it out, caressed it a little and
before I knew it, she was on top of it.

I exploded in a few seconds. I felt so much ashamed.” Jamal told Morgan.

Morgan felt a bit jealous of his cousin.

“And, did you get her again?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, I did get her again and again, and later her sister who was in class 8 when I was in form four.” Jamal
said.

“Damn! You got someone and her sister?” Morgan asked.

“Why not? They willingly gave in to me, who cares. I know it is haram to do that but I was only enjoying
myself. In fact, they both knew I am fucking them and did not care. I would get one this weekend and
another the next.” Jamal said.

“You are crazy!” Morgan told Jamal.

“I wonder when they began having sex, since you can imagine when I got her younger sister, she was 14
years old, had just gotten to have breasts and she had a large hole down there such that all my dick went
inside with one easy push.” Jamal said.

“What if you make them pregnant?” Morgan asked.

“The older one got pregnant but she aborted. I was so scared. I never could marry her.” Jamal said.

More customers came to the shop thus keeping the two boys very busy at the afternoon. By the time they
were closing the shop at 9 pm, Morgan was feeling like he was the odd one out among the boys. It was
like he was the only one who had never gotten a girl. He was feeling sad about it literally and wished he
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“My problem is, I never have the courage to have a girl.” Morgan confided with Jamal.

“Girls are easy to get, just approach one and tell her what you want. Or, can I get one for you?” Jamal
asked.

“Yes.” Morgan said. He was anxious about the whole thing.

“Ok, on Saturday.” Jamal said.

“What about it?” Morgan asked.

“I shall organize for you. We have a birthday party of a friend at their home in Makupa. We shall go there
and I will organize for you.” Jamal told Morgan.

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Saturday came. Jamal had told his father about their intention to go for a party in Makupa. The place was
a few meters away from Makupa police station.

When they got there, a lot of youths were happy and in party mood. It was like they had been left to rule
themselves in that house. Loud music which could be heard from the road pierced the neighborhood.

When they got in the house, there were youths dancing. The table room of the house was spacious enough
to accommodate most of them inside.

The girl whose party was going on was welcoming everyone individually.

“Hi, I am the party girl, call me just that name for today.” She introduced herself to Morgan.

“Pleasure.” Morgan said.

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Morgan had only one focus. His wish to have his first sexual encounter was the only thing in his mind.
After sometime, Jamal motioned him to follow.

“I seduced a girl for you, now, go in there and do your thing.” Jamal told Morgan.

“Where? Where?” Morgan asked.

“She is waiting for you in bedroom.” Jamal told Morgan.

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Morgan was hesitant to get inside. He however pushed the door slowly and got inside.
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Seated on the bed was a girl wearing just a short white dress. She had no bra or pantie. She knew what
was coming. She shyly smiled at Morgan and then looked away.

Morgan stood there not sure what to say or where to begin.

“Hi.” The girl said.

“Hi.” Morgan responded. His heart was beating very fast. Strangely, the room was silent despite the music
at the table room.

Morgan went to sit next to her.

“I was expecting you.” The girl said.

“What is your name?” Morgan asked the girl.

“Asha, Asha is my name.” The girl said.

“Are you a muslim?” Morgan asked her.

“Yes.” She said.

“I am a Christian.” Morgan told her.

“That is not important.” Asha said.

“Ok, let us do it.” Morgan told Asha.

Asha laughed, a short sarcastic laugh.

“Is this how you approach a girl? No wonder you don’t have a girl.” Asha said.

Morgan knew he was cornered. He was dealing with a girl who was smart. She knew what she wanted
and had her own expectations. Morgan shivered at the thought of being unable to penetrate her. He had
never done it.

“Ok. I want you.” Morgan told the girl. The girl looked at Morgan as if expecting something. She expected
at least Morgan to be a little bit more romantic and bolder. But he was not even touching her.

Asha slowly got onto the bed. She lay there provocatively expecting Morgan to do something. Upon seeing
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her lying there looking at him, Morgan also slowly got onto the bed and lay next to her. His heart was
beating wildly and his breathing was rapid. However, his dick was very cold and flaccid.
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“Why are you looking at me like I am a statue?” Asha asked Morgan.

Morgan ignored the question. He slowly pulled down his pants, and got his boxer off. He pulled Asha’s
dress such that her private parts were visible. She did not resist. She just closed her eyes and let Morgan
take over. She knew what was coming.

However, due to tension, Morgan could not even get an erection. He tried to caress his flaccid penis but
it was not getting hard at all. He took it into his hand and touched her labia minora with it. He struggled
trying to get into her. Asha on the other hand could not understand why Morgan was not penetrating her.
She was eager. She already liked him but did not want to show him directly.

Asha slowly took her hand and held Morgan’s flaccid penis. The instant she felt how soft and small it was,
she could not hide her disappointment.

“Is this all you have? I mean, you made me come here, get undressed only for you to climb on top of me
to touch me with a shriveled carrot?” Asha asked.

Morgan forced a smile onto his face. However, Asha pushed Morgan away from her and got out of the
bed.

“I wish I knew I am coming here to waste my time with a man like you who does not know the value of a
girl. Keep your tiny penis like that of a rabbit to yourself. I am out of here. I am so disappointed. Wish I
never came to this party.” Asha said. She spoke like she was about to cry. She grabbed her pantie and bra,
wore them fast and got out of that bedroom leaving Morgan there totally confused.

Almost immediately, Jamal got inside the room.

“Hey, bro, what happened?” Jamal asked Morgan.

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Morgan did not speak. He was feeling so much humiliated such that he did not wish to say anything. He
was literally shaking.

“I want to go home.” Morgan said.

Jamal knew something was wrong but did not bother to know what it was.

“Ok, we are going home.” Jamal told Morgan.

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Morgan never told anyone what really happened. He was however silent all along.

“Brother, what happened? You are not talking since we left the party.” Jamal asked Morgan the following
day.

“Nothing, I am ok.” Morgan said trying to force a smile on his face.

“Why did the girl get annoyed?” Jamal asked.

“I did rather not talk about it.” Morgan said.

Jamal did not insist.

As they were relaxing outside, Jamal’s father called Jamal inside, he wanted to talk to him.

Morgan remained outside just looking at the people who were passing.

After a few minutes, Jamal joined Morgan outside.

“My parents are travelling, so it will be me, you and Husna in the house for the next few days.” Jamal told
Morgan.

“Wow! where are they going?” Morgan asked.

“To visit someone in Tanzania. Sort of business visit. He is going with some friends. He rarely leaves my
mother behind whenever he is going unless it is a very short visit.” Jamal told Morgan.

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“The house is always big whenever they travel, we really love it that way.” Husna told Morgan as she was
serving them some rice.

“Why? I thought you will be lonely when your parents are not around.” Morgan said jokingly.

“This house is small, so when they are not around, we rule ourselves.” Jamal said.

“Oh! That makes sense.” Morgan said.

“We also get to sleep how we want.” Husna said.

“As in? the house is more spacious!” Morgan said. Jamal and Husna laughed.

When it was time to bathe, Morgan noticed something odd with Husna. As she came back from bathroom,
while changing to her night dress, she was not bothered with the presence of the two; she just dropped
her towel leaving her totally naked, she went ahead, picked some lotion and applied herself fully as if
Morgan and Jamal were not there.

Morgan could not fail to admire her shapely physique. Husna had perfect breasts, well rounded, medium
in size and they pointed straight ahead. Her hips were also large which got more rounded due to her
buttocks which seemed proportionally bigger for her.

After she was done with applying lotion for herself, she slowly wore her night dress.

It was when Morgan noticed Jamal was also getting ready to go to bathroom. He too did not seem
bothered taking off his clothes in the presence of his sister. But when he got back, he had already worn
his shorts which was drying outside.

“We also get to sleep early.” Jamal told Morgan.

“That is better, wow!” Morgan said.

Jamal was the last to close the door. He got a mattress and prepared it on the floor. Morgan who had
already bathed got himself on the mattress. Jamal switched off the lights. Husna had already gotten on
her parent’s bed.

As Morgan was thinking that Jamal would sleep with him, Jamal passed him and went to get onto the bed
where Husna was.
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Morgan slept so heavily. He was so comfortable sleeping all alone. He slept all the hours from 10 pm up
to 3 am when he was woken up by some soft moans in the room. At first, he thought he was dreaming.
He got slowly alert but remained totally still just listening.

Sure enough, it was Husna softly moaning!

Jesus Christ! What is happening? Morgan asked himself. He slowly raised his head to look at the bed where
Husna and Jamal were sleeping. He turned so silently. He got his head well raised enough to see the bed.
There was some light getting into the house.

What Morgan saw took him by surprise. There was Jamal clearly on top of Husna. He was thrusting onto
her slowly. The two were locked in a French kiss and Husna was sensually gyrating her large hips as Jamal
thrusted. She was also moaning.

My goodness! Brother and sister fucking!? Morgan asked himself. He could not believe his eyes. He quickly
blinked to make sure he was not dreaming.

Jamal got quicker and quicker making Husna moan even more before the two suddenly got still with Jamal
laying on top of Husna.

Morgan very slowly got into his sleeping position and pretended to be deep asleep. However, he had a
ranging erection that would not easily go away.

After almost an hour, Morgan fell asleep.

Morgan later woke up to find Husna getting ready to make breakfast for them. Jamal was already up too
and seated at the edge of the bed.

“Good morning. How was your night?” Jamal asked Morgan.

“Good morning. Slept like a baby, I did not even turn.” Morgan said.

“That is how someone should sleep.” Husna told Morgan. She was acting like nothing happened at night.
She had even worn her buibui and moving around with it.

“Are you preparing mahamri for sale?” Morgan asked Husna.

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“A little, I do not make much when my mother is not around. I have not mastered what she does.” Husna
said. However, she went on and made so much of them such that Morgan did not even notice any
difference.

Husna served them tea and left quickly to go and sell Mahamri.

Later, Morgan and Jamal went to the shop.

For the better part of the morning, Morgan was just thinking: How can someone have sex with his sister
and wake up as if nothing happened? Worse, on their parents’ bed?

“Hey, what are you thinking?” Jamal asked Morgan.

Morgan smiled and said, “I am thinking about my favorite football team. I have seen over the phone that
it is playing today. Manchester United.” Morgan said trying to change his train of thoughts.

“Oh! Great! I am team Arsenal and we are going to bet you.” Jamal said.

Man-U has never lost to Arsenal.” Morgan said confidently.

“Wait until we get to the ground, you will see fire, you can bet with me if you wish.” Jamal said.

“Fine, if your team wins, I am giving you Kshs 500. If my team wins, you give me the same.” Morgan said.

“Fine, wait and see. You are about to lose your money, by 7 pm today, you will be Kshs 500 poorer.” Jamal
said.

There was a small TV that was hidden inside the shop such that Morgan had never seen it. Jamal waked
to the place it was hidden, removed the boxes that hid it and dusted the TV. He switched it on. It indicated
that it was connected to DSTV.

“This is where I watch while serving customers.” Jamal said.

“Wow! and why was it hidden?” Morgan asked.

“Because my father does not know it is there. I am the one who hid it there. Then connected a channel
from the next plot.

After Jamal was done configuring the TV, he picked his phone and texted Husna.
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“I want her to bring us some tea, I am feeling so hungry. I woke up feeling extra hungry.” Jamal said.
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“Why did you wake up feeling hungry?” Morgan asked but he could have guessed it.

“I did not eat enough yesterday at night.” Jamal said.

That instant, Husna got inside carrying a thermos flask full of tea and some kaimatis. She quickly gave
them to Jamal.

“Hey, why are you so much in a hurry?” Jamal asked Husna. Husna gave Jamal a shy smile.

“I left the door open, just the curtain. Would not wish to get there and find something stolen so let me
rush back home.” Husna said.

“Ok, rush home.” Jamal told Husna.

As she walked away, Morgan noticed how Jamal was ogling at his sister’s hips as she swung them while
walking away. Despite them being inside a buibui, they were trembling as she moved. Jamal noticed how
Morgan was looking at him.

“Damn! Sometimes I wish she was not my sister, God created the most beautiful ladies and made them
our sisters….” Jamal said trying to sound as innocent as possible.

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Morgan, while pretending to be oblivious of what he saw the previous night asked Jamal, “Can you fuck
your sister?”

Jamal acted shocked. He looked at Morgan and said, “Man, you must be mad to fuck your own sister!”

“Even if she is that beautiful?” Morgan asked.

“Even if she is an angel, I cannot.” Jamal said.

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Over the following few days that Jamal’s parents were not at home, Jamal, suspecting Morgan might hear
them having sex at night played it cool. He just slept at the edge of the bed while Husna slept at the other
edge. Both pretended to be nice kids.

However, one day knowing that their parents were almost coming back, Jamal really wanted to have it
one more time. He convinced his sister as they chatted over the phone that she should remain in the
house at around 11 am and Jamal would tell Morgan to be at the shop for a few minutes. Jamal would
then sneak in and quickly have sex with Husna.

Things went as planned.

“Hey, Morgan, I forgot something at home, will you please hold for me the shop for a while? Won’t be
long. I will just pick it and come back. If you get complicated customers just tell them to wait for me.”
Jamal told Morgan.

“No problem, don’t be long. I cannot handle this shop alone.” Morgan told Jamal.

“Just be nice to customers. Most are not complicated. Beware of school girls most are thieves.” Jamal told
Morgan as he left.

Jamal got home and found Husna lying on the bed half naked. She was expecting Jamal. Jamal just pushed
the door without closing it. After all, he was not expecting anyone.
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“Close the door, please…” Husna told Jamal. But Jamal was in such a hurry he did not even listen to her.
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made her wet already. The thrill of having to eat the forbidden fruit so fast made her blood boil such that
by the time she was naked, she was already dripping wet.

“If you were not my sister, I swear I would marry you. You are the most beautiful girl I know.” Jamal said.

“You are also so handsome. In fact, sometimes I wish we just run away and live like husband and wife.”
Husna said, “You are so sweet!”

“Silence.” Jamal told Husna as he mounted her. He began to thrust hard and fast hoping to finish faster
and go back to work.

However, trouble was brewing outside. A Muslim Cleric who was suspected to have links with Alshabaab
was shot down at his home in Majengo. Muslim youths from nearby slums and low class dwellings felt it
was unfair for their cleric to be killed and began demonstrating. It initially was peaceful demonstrations
until some began robbing motorists, mugging people who were passing, stabbing people they suspected
to be non-Muslims and causing chaos all over. Some were even breaking into shops. Upon seeing them,
Morgan quickly closed the shop, locked and rushed home. As he ran towards home, he came to a group
of boys who were robbing people. He realized he might as well get robbed if he was not a Muslim.
However, he saw an Islamic cap that had fallen as the boys were running. He quickly wore it.

“Are you one of us?” one of the boys asked Morgan.

“Yes, yes, I am one of you, Allah Akbar!” Morgan said feeling all tensed.

“Ok, join us, today these Kafirs should know better to leave our clerics alone. We are not terrorists; we
are just Muslims.” A boy told Morgan.

“Let me rush home and get a weapon, I never go to war without a weapon. At least a whip will do.”
Morgan said.

“Quick! And come back right here!” the boy told Morgan.

That was the opportunity that Morgan wanted. He quickly got away from the group of boys and ran home
straight. He quickly got inside the plot when he realized a girl was about to close the main door as the
chaos intensified outside. Morgan was lucky to get there on time as some police were also on their way
to stop the chaos.
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Jamal suddenly saw Morgan standing looking at them totally naked! He quickly withdrew from Husna. He
had just ejaculated and was winding up.

Husna quickly pulled some bedsheet and covered herself in shame. Jamal was terrified. He did not know
what to say or what to do.

“Oh! Sorry.” Morgan told Jamal. He saw his dick; it was still wet. There was smell of raw sex all over the
room. Morgan excused himself and walked towards the open area close to the toilets. He stood there not
even sure whether to go inside or not.

After sometime, Jamal got outside fully dressed.

“What did you see?” Jamal asked Morgan. Morgan thought Jamal was asking about the reason why he
was home that quick.

“A Muslim preacher got killed. Now there are riots out there. They are stealing shops.” Morgan said.

“What? Are they stealing our shop?” Jamal asked.

“No, I have closed it. Here are the keys.” Morgan told Jamal. He handed him the keys.

“Wow! that is nice of you! The other day they looted several shops in King’orani. The problem is not the
Muslim youths, but some goons pretending to be Muslims go around robbing people, stabbing people,
mugging people, pickpocketing among other evils. Shame on them!” Jamal said.

Morgan remained silent.

“Ok, what did you see when you got inside?” Jamal asked. He wanted to be sure Jamal did not see them.
However, the answer that Morgan gave hit Jamal like a truck.

“I saw you fucking your sister.” Morgan said.

“Nooo! You saw nothing!” Jamal insisted.

“But there you were, what were you doing?” Morgan asked.

“Listen, brother, listen, come inside please…” Jamal pleaded.

Morgan followed Jamal inside. Husna was already dressed up fully except she did not have a buibui. She
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“Morgan, let us agree on one thing, please, eh! Just admit you saw nothing.” Jamal pleaded with Morgan.

“But it is not like I am going to go around telling people that I saw you!” Morgan said.

“Please, don’t let anyone know what you saw, please…” Jamal pleaded.

“I will not.” Morgan said.

However, Jamal was not convinced.

“Will you go out for a few seconds then come back? I want to have a talk with Husna.” Jamal told Morgan.

“Ok, call me when done.” Morgan said and went out of the room. He took an empty bucket and sat on it.
Outside, he could feel some gun shots from the police who were dispersing the youths who were rioting.
So, he did not dare go outside the plot but he really wished he would.

As Morgan sat there, Hawa got outside, stood at their door and smiled at him. Morgan smiled back.

“Hi, come and visit us today.” Hawa told Morgan.

“Thank you, some other time.” Morgan told her.

“I am alone in case you are fearing my parents.” Hawa told Morgan.

“I will some other time.” Morgan said.

“Ok, you will tell me when ready.” Hawa told Morgan and returned inside.

Morgan sat there thinking about so many things. He was beginning to notice a pattern. All girls who lived
with grown ups in same rooms seemed always so bold whenever talking to men.

After around 20 minutes, Jamal slightly opened the door and motioned Morgan to get inside. Morgan got
inside the room and sat at the coach.

“Ok, Morgan. I have discussed with Husna something. She will make you happy so that you will not tell
anyone abut our little act.” Jamal told Morgan.

Morgan without thinking asked, “Make me happy? As in how?”

“Ok, she has agreed to make love to you as long as you. She has promised to give you pleasure so that you
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can keep our secret. Please, this is between us, please just accept….” Jamal was almost pleading to
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Morgan thought about it for a while and said, “No, it is ok, I won’t tell anyone.”

Just then, Morgan got a call from his mother. He quickly received the call.

CLARA: I hear there are riots in Mombasa.

MORGAN: Yes, but I am home. We were working in the shop with Jamal and suddenly it got messy, we
had to close the shop and go home.

CLARA: Oh! I got worried.

MORGAN: I am ok.

Clara terminated the call since she was very busy.

Jamal smiled upon hearing Morgan saying they were together.

However much Husna and Jamal tried to act as if everything was normal, Morgan felt they were a one
odd pair of siblings to get intimate and live as if nothing happened.

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By evening, Jamal’s parents came back. They were carrying goodies for their children from Tanzania and
also counted Morgan in. Morgan got a new shirt, a T shirt and truck suit. He did not bother knowing what
the rest got. He was grateful he even got presents from them.

“Dad, Morgan is so interested in our business. I wish we go with him to the meeting scheduled tomorrow
in Bamburi.” Jamal told his father.

“It is ok, but I shall release you early so as to come and open the shop. You know I do not like it when the
shop is still closed past noon since that is the time customers come in plenty.” Jamal’s father said.

“Did you hear that Morgan?” Jamal asked Morgan.

“Nice for me, at least I shall meet more people.” Morgan said excitedly.

The following day by 8 am, Morgan, Jamal and his father had already left. They got a matatu and headed
for Bamburi. They were to meet a few business associates in a small restaurant where they were to have
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to strike a deal with a few of them so as he could just be a partner since he did not have enough capital
to begin more shops.

Morgan sat close to Jamal.

“We normally come here; I will introduce you to his friends.” Jamal told Morgan.

Other people arrived.

Someone else was chairing the meeting. The time was 9 am.

“Salam Aleikum.” The Swahili man greeted them. They all responded except Morgan who did not know
how to respond. He was chairing the meeting. From the look of things, he was a wealthy Swahili man.

“First, let me introduce myself to all of you once more since I can see new faces. The rest will introduce
themselves.” The man said.

People got murmuring for a while. Morgan could see close to 20 people. Some were young men and some
old.

“My names are Fauz Abdalla, I am a business man based in Kisauni. My business is mainly transport
business around Mombasa. That is how I got to know my friend here, “He pointed at Jamal’s father, “When
at one time he hired one of my pick ups to transport for him some items he had bought from a wholesale
shop in Mwembe Tayari.”

The second man to introduce himself stood up. He was middle aged, a little built, had a small beard which
was beginning to grow some grey hair. He waved and said, “And for those who do not know me, I am
Timothy Mzungu. Me and Fauz know each other since we were young men like you and you, “He pointed
at Morgan and Jamal, “Initially, to be honest, me and Fauz were enemies but we later became great
friends and here we are doing business together. It is our desire to nurture our children to follow our
footsteps and that is why we encourage each other to bring along our children in these meetings,
unfortunately, today I could not come with my boys because my car got its tires stolen at night in my
home in Malindi. But all in all, I am happy to be here. My wife sends her greetings to all of you.”

“Your wife or wives?” one man asked making everyone laugh.

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“Oh! The one I slept with tonight, the older one. But my wives send you greetings!” The man said and
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“Yes, it is nice to acknowledge both.” Fauz who was chairing the meeting said. His son sat next to him
taking minutes. There was no female in that meeting.

Everyone else introduced themselves.

Morgan began to understand why Jamal was not interested in furthering his education. It seemed like
their fathers did not even bother encouraging their children to go past form four, it was like all wanted
their children to do business and if anyone wished, he can go and educate himself beyond fourth form.

Drinks and some roasted meat were served to them all.

When it was 11 am, Jamal’s father motioned him it was about time to go and open the shop.

“Hey, can we go now?” Jamal asked Morgan.

“I wish to stay longer, let me listen to them.” Morgan told Jamal.

“Ok, you will come later, or wait until meeting is over and you will come with my father.” Jamal said.
Morgan nodded. He was unwilling to go.

Jamal left him and went to open the shop.

At noon, they had a small lunch break but food was served to them right there. Morgan was silently eating
since he did not know anyone there until Fauz’s son went to where Morgan sat.

“Hi, I am Hussein, and you?” He introduced himself again.

“Morgan is my name.” Morgan said.

“Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?” Hussein asked.

“From Malindi, but just there because my mother works there but we are from Kitui.” Morgan said.

“Wow! so you are a Kamba?” Hussein asked.

“Yes.” Morgan said.

“Nice to meet you. Which business are you into?” Hussein asked.

“None.” Morgan said.

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“None? What do you mean none?” Hussein asked.

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“I mean, I am not into any business.” Morgan said.

“Oh! Ok, but you should. Get some capital and begin even if it is selling ice-cream. Just do something.”
Hussein told Morgan.

“What do you do?” Morgan asked Hussein.

“I drive one of my father’s matatus plying Bamburi ferry route. But I also have a small shop in Bamburi
close to where I stay. I normally leave someone there but when I am free, I sell. Just a small general shop.”
Hussein said.

“Wow! I would wish to see your shop.” Morgan said excitedly.

“The meeting will be over by 3 pm. I will take you there.” Hussein said. Hussein was very friendly and a
sociable guy.

“Hey, Bwana Timothy, here is someone from Malindi…” Hussein told Tim as he was passing them to go
outside to stretch his legs before the meeting resumes.

“Oh! Really? Which side of Malindi?” Tim asked Morgan while shaking his hand.

“Gede, close to Kipepeo project.” Morgan said.

“I know that place.” Tim said, “I am also from Malindi, Marereni. Have you ever been there?” He asked
Morgan.

“Just hear of it.” Morgan said.

“Ok, we shall get to know each other, let me pick a call from someone.” Tim said and walked outside
holding his phone.

“He is a nice man; you will like him.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Where do they relieve themselves here? I am so pressed.” Morgan asked Hussein.

“Come I show you.” Hussein said. He stood up and led the way until they got to the washrooms. The
restaurant had big and spacious washrooms which were sparkling clean. One side was for ladies and
another for men.
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Morgan quickly went to stand in front of the urinal bowl. Hussein stood close to Morgan, so close until
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After he was done, Morgan washed his hands and rinsed himself. Just then, Hussein while coming to wash
his hands, he slightly touched Morgan’s buttocks. Morgan did not know if it was deliberate or accidental
but he finished rinsing his hands and began walking back to where they were in a meeting since the time
for lunch was over.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-SEVEN – Hussein**
When Morgan returned to Jamal’s place that evening, his mind was all in Hussein. He felt it was so odd
for him to touch his buttocks but what he could not understand was as to why the whole thing kept coming
to his mind.

Morgan had however declined going with Hussein to his shop or his place.

“Hey, how do you know Hussein?” Morgan asked Jamal.

“He is a nice boy, very hardworking as his father.” Jamal said.

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However, over the following few days, Hussein and Morgan got chatting so much over WhatsApp. Hussein
was so friendly such that Morgan was tempted to visit him at his place.

“Just come and I will show you some business. You need to get money not just sit on a coach and grow
fat like women.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Do you know Hussein’s place?” Morgan asked Jamal.

“Yes, I have been there a few times. These people are rich. He has his own house in Bamburi, a three-
bedroom house. I even wonder why he is not yet married. If I had such wealth I would be married now.
Besides, he is even older than us.” Jamal said.

“I wish to go there too. I want to visit him.” Morgan said.

“Fine, we can go on Sunday since on Sunday he is usually home. He has a huge TV where he watches
football sometimes with his friends.” Jamal told Morgan.

“Ok.” Morgan said and smiled.

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When Sunday came, Jamal and Morgan took a tuktuk to Hussein’s place. Hussein paid the tuktuk.

“Welcome to my palace, I call it that way.” Hussein told Jamal and Morgan when they got there.

Indeed, it was a huge house which sat on its own compound. The neighborhood was rather silent.
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The house had a huge table room. There was a red carpet inside with Arsenal inscriptions on it. The
coaches were also huge and white in color. There was a huge flatscreen TV in front. It was playing some
Arabic music.

“I keep telling you to get married.” Jamal told Hussein, “What are you doing with this house?”

“I hate women. Women make men poor. If I get married, I know that will be the end of me. For now, let
me make money.” Hussein said.

“All this you get from that little shop you told me about?” Morgan asked.

“No,” Hussein said and laughed, “Not at all. I also manage a warehouse at the port that deals with
importation of house hold electrical appliances. It makes me good money.”

“Wow! no wonder! I nearly thought you are a terrorist!” Morgan told Hussein and laughed.

“No, even if I was a terrorist or a pirate, I would not tell anyone.” Hussein said.

After the three settled down, Hussein served them with some cold Juice from the fridge that sat at one
corner of the table room, just next to a spacious dining room.

Morgan was wondering how much Hussein pays for rent when Jamal told him, “This is his house. His father
gave him this plot and he worked hard to build this house. This is also my wish; to get a plot and build my
own house.”

“Wow! this is nice. I also would get married if I had such a big house.” Morgan said.

Hussein put on a movie, which had some black Americans in it.

“I love these Black American movies; these guys are awesome!” Hussein said as the movie began.

However, the movie was not making sense to Morgan. The fact that they seemed to punctuate every of
their sentence with the “Fuck” word made the movie even more irritating to him. He got on phone and
began chatting with some friends.

“Morgan, you are so silent, say something.” Hussein told Morgan.

“I am just enjoying the movie and following.” Morgan lied.

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“Yes, these guys are so nice, and handsome, and attractive. I love how they engage guns when you fuck
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“Do you have a gun?” Morgan asked jokingly.

“No, not at all. Of what use is a gun to me?” Hussein asked.

“You should get a gun.” Jamal dared Hussein.

“What for?” Hussein asked.

“To protect yourself. Every rich man in Kenya protects themselves.” Morgan said.

“I am not rich; you have not met real rich people.” Hussein said.

“Yes, I wish he met, eeh! What was his name? remind me again please…” Jamal asked.

“Jesse, Jesse Birya. That filthy rich man. He drives a Mercedes Benz worth 22 million from what I hear, and
that is his only car, he has several cars, he has several houses. And to top it all, he is not married. That tells
me one thing: if you want to remain rich, stay away from women.” Hussein said.

It was obvious that Hussein did not like women too.

“You do not know what you are missing, life is not complete without a woman.” Jamal told Hussein.

“Life is finished by women. Look at Moi too. He was such a successful president. He knew better to keep
off women. Women are like devils; they will pretend to love you but deep down she is finishing you. I
would rather have male friends than female friends.” Hussein said.

Morgan somehow liked Hussein. They seemed to share a lot in common. Morgan too found it difficult to
trust women. He knew women were often lairs and most of them would be with men for their own selfish
reasons.

“I also have never loved women.” Morgan suddenly said.

Jamal was not surprised. He had seen all signs that Morgan too was not comfortable around women.

“You two guys are crazy, let me tell you, for life to be complete, and ultimately enjoyable, you must have
a woman with you. God was not mad to make a woman for Adam. It is why in our religion; you can marry
even four since you need to be happy.” Jamal said.

“What good thing do women offer except their smelly, dirty pussies? I wish you knew what sort of
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It got to be a serious debate with Jamal trying to show them how life would be great if you had a woman.
Morgan tried to be neutral but Hussein was against having women in life.

“But you shall need a woman to get children. At least to continue with your lineage.” Jamal told Hussein.

“I shall adopt a child and live with him here. A boy child. I just don’t want women in my life.” Hussein said.

Morgan who was admiring the ceiling of the house which was very nicely decorated finally said, “I wish I
can see more of this house!”

“Oh! Really, come with me, I can take you around.” Hussein told Morgan.

Morgan stood up and walked with Hussein around the house. Every room was fully furnished.

“This is where my visitors stay when they come visiting, so if you wish to sleep in my house you will sleep
here.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Ok.” Morgan said. They continued walking.

The house was great by all standards.

“And finally, this is my bedroom.” Hussein said and opened the bedroom for Morgan to see. Inside, the
beddings were a bit rough but the room was magnificent. It had its own bathroom and toilet. It had a
wardrobe attached to it.

“And you still wish to remain single! Wow! if you ever think of getting married, I am sure women will fight
to have you.” Morgan told Hussein. Hussein laughed hard.

“Women, leave them alone. I have never had a woman in my life and I don’t even think of having one
soon. People think I am gay just because I do not associate myself with women.” Hussein said.

“And if I may ask, are you gay?” Morgan asked Hussein without much of a thought about the question.

At that point, Hussein turned around and faced Morgan. He looked him into the eyes. For some strange
reason, Morgan saw admiration in Hussein’s eyes. Hussein smiled.

“Will the answer change your opinion about me?” Hussein asked.

“No, you are my friend.” Morgan said.

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“Alright then, yes, I am gay. This is my secret between me and you because I admire you and I can also
see that you admire me. I am gay and I wish to have you as my lover, please….” Hussein said sending
shivers down the spine of Morgan.

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**
Hussein kept looking at Morgan. Morgan wanted to walk away but lacked the will to.

“But we are both men…” Morgan said. He felt some strange feelings about Hussein that he could not
explain.

“But you are, let me say, lovely…” Hussein said.

“It is not possible.” Morgan said.

“It is, give me a chance, I will show you it is.” Hussein told Morgan.

It was such an awkward conversation for Morgan.

“Go and think about it.” Hussein finally told Morgan and the two walked back to the table room.

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However, Morgan felt it was so odd for a man to ask him out. That thing so disturbed him such that he
never wanted to be in Mombasa anymore. He had heard of gay relationships in Mombasa and did not
want to be part of it.

Morgan just gave an explanation that he was missing his mother and wanted to go back to Malindi. Jamal
could not even convince Morgan to stay longer as he was getting so used to having Morgan around such
that he knew he was going to miss him.

Jamal escorted Morgan up to where Morgan got a Matatu moving around calling out for anyone going to
Malindi.

“How much up to Malindi?” Morgan asked the conductor.

“200, get in we are getting late!” the conductor said.

Morgan bid Jamal goodbye and got into the vehicle. There were other people inside already and the
matatu was almost full so Morgan got the back seat, next to the window, on the left side. He preferred
being next to the window for fresh and cool air.
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However, Morgan was to find out that the conductor told him less amount in order to lure him to get
inside. When Morgan gave out Kshs 500 to pay, he got a refund of only 200.

“But you said it is 200!” Morgan tried to protest.

“No, 200 ends in Chumani, past Chumani it is 300.” The conductor said.

Other people tried to protest but the conductor turned out to be so rude and arrogant such that the
passengers just let him have his way.

“If I don’t get money from you, where else will I get my salary from?” the conductor kept asking them.

“Ok, one day God shall bless us so that we shall have our own vehicles.” An old woman said.

“Woman, shut up your stupid mouth!” the conductor said, “If you so wanted to save your money you
should go on foot!”

Finally, Morgan arrived in Gede bus station where he was to alight. The old woman was to alight from
there too. She took her time to get off the vehicle until the conductor got really impatient.

“Move your ass, you old woman! We do not have all the time to wait for you to walk out like a snail.” The
conductor said.

However, as soon as the old woman stepped outside on the ground, the vehicle’s engine died.

“Hey, what is it?” The driver asked.

“You will go nowhere.” The old woman said and walked away.

“Wow! this is big! I mean, that old woman has cast a spell in this vehicle?” someone asked. The vehicle
began fuming inside with smoke until everyone got out. It was such a hot sunny day. The vehicle was hot
too. The driver tried to open something under his seat but it was like the vehicle literally exploded and
caught fire which burnt it so fast such that by the time people responded to put out the fire, it was already
burnt beyond hope.

Morgan looked from a distance in awe!

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“Imagine he insulted an old woman, as soon as the old woman got out, the vehicle began to burn.” Morgan
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“Don’t joke with these old people, some are witches, he should have apologized now see the loss he has
incurred!” someone else said.

“No wonder we kill them in our villages.” Another young man said, “Since if you let them live, they will
make sure that village never develops.”

“Killing old people while accusing them to be witches is wrong. Some are innocent.” Another man said.

“No, let them die, most are witches anyway! In fact, very soon Beba beba is coming to extract witches
from our village, I invite you all to come and witness him doing it.” Another young man said.

Morgan picked his bag, walked to some shops, bought a kilo of sugar and walked home.

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Mwende was there to receive Morgan. Her pregnancy was beginning to show. It hurt Morgan seeing her
knowing so well that his mother fully believed that Morgan was responsible.

“Welcome back.” Mwende told Morgan while taking his bag.

“Thank you. How are you?” Morgan asked.

“I missed you.” Mwende said.

“I am back. Give me some water please.” Morgan told Mwende.

Mwende got some water for Morgan and continued preparing some food for him since whatever she had
cooked was finished when they took some lunch. She prepared for Morgan some rice and meat stew.

“Eh! I saw wonders at the bus stop. Some old woman alighted from the matatu and the matatu burnt to
ashes. The conductor had insulted her!” Morgan told Mwende as she sat there to give him company as
he took his food.

“You should go to Ukambani and see for yourself; we have more wonders there. You never touch anyone’s
anything.” Mwende said.

Morgan laughed and said, “Wow! tell me more!”

“A man fucked another man’s wife; the man went to a witch doctor. Do you know what the man did?”
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He woke up, found his penis and testicles all gone. When he touched himself; he was a woman. He had to
beg the man to undo that.”

“How did that happen? I mean, did they undo it?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, but not until the man also fucked him and told him, “No feel how it feels to get fucked.” Imagine
that!” Mwende said. Both laughed as it was so funny.

“So, the witch turned the man into a woman?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, another was bewitched and he got those huge testicles. So big such that when hanging they reached
his knees, you know, the problem with you is that you have lived all your life in Coast. You should go to
your home Ukambani and see for yourself what I am telling you. Those interior places of Kitui have
wonders.” Mwende said.

“So, they also turn men into women?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, I don’t know how they do it.” Mwende said, “Also you if you are not careful with Mombasa, they will
turn you into a woman.”

“That is a joke, right?” Morgan asked.

“Not really a woman, but Mombasa is known for having gays. You should be careful with who you befriend
in Mombasa otherwise they can make a man into a woman, or rather have sex men and men.” Mwende
said looking at Morgan while smiling at him. She was joking. But Morgan knew to him that was not a joke.

“Ok, I think I get what you mean.” Morgan said.

“But a handsome boy like you can never waste himself with such.” Mwende said. He stood up, picked the
utensils and walked away with them.

However, her statement was haunting him. But the more he thought about it, the more he thought about
Hussein.

Morgan kept asking himself, should I have said yes to him, who would be the woman in the relationship?
Is it me, him or both?

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE TWENTY-NINE – Surprise move! **
“Mum, Jamal told me he is not interested in going back to college but wishes to do business.” Morgan
told his mother. They sat together outside. It was around 10 pm but due to being too hot inside they were
seated watching the moon. Morgan was enjoying after having been in the big city of Mombasa for a month
and few days.

“It is good but I wish you to go to college.” Clara told Morgan.

“Why mum and yet business is doing great?” Morgan asked.

“But nothing in this world beats being educated. In fact, I want you to go to Mombasa next week, check
out the colleges there. I want you to do something like business administration or accounting.” Clara told
Morgan.

“Mum, I also want to do business.” Morgan said.

Clara looked at Morgan until Morgan could see her eyes.

“My son, listen, do not lie to yourself. IF you have education, your business skills will be far much better.
Go first and get education. Get a diploma for now then later do business as you wish. Besides, if your
business collapses you can get employed somewhere. Right now, Jamal might seem to be doing good in
business but no one can employ him with his just KCSE certificate.” Clara told Morgan.

Morgan did not want to argue with his mother. He just accepted that he shall go to college.

====
The following week, Morgan had to go back to Mombasa to look for a college as told by his mother. His
choice was Technical University of Mombasa but he knew that one was in very high demand.

As fate would have it, Jamal was so busy to take Morgan around and at his own suggestion, Hussein was
free to take Morgan around.

“Besides, he has a small car, a Vitz. He can take you around for free.” Jamal told Morgan.

“Ok.” Morgan agreed for lack of a better choice.

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Jamal called Hussein. Hussein was willing to take Morgan around in his own car and opted to pick Morgan
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“There are many colleges here.” Hussein told Morgan as they got on the road.

“I want to check TUM first.” Morgan said.

“What did you get in KCSE?” Hussein asked.

“B minus.” Morgan said.

“Wow! you really passed! You should be in campus!” Hussein said.

“Not really.” Morgan said.

“I got D plain, gosh! The only thing I passed was Kiswahili.” Hussein said.

“What did you get in Kiswahili?” Morgan asked expecting an A since the boy was speaking very smart
Swahili.

“C plus.” Hussein said.

“I got a B plus in Kiswahili.” Morgan said.

“This is the irony in education, you people from upcountry pass Kiswahili better than us.” Hussein said.

They continued talking until they got to TUM. Hussein got inside and parked next to another pick up.

Morgan got to the reception and inquired about the courses he wanted. He however was not lucky as
intake had been closed. He was told to wait until the following intake which was over 6 months away yet
his mother wanted him to start learning almost immediately.

“Not so lucky, which other good college do you know?” Morgan asked Hussein.

“Aviation college.” Hussein told Morgan.

The rest of the day was like a long urban trip with Hussein taking Morgan to various colleges. He got
chances in several colleges but preferred the Mombasa aviation college which to him seemed more
organized.

When evening came, at Hussein’s suggestion, Morgan went to his home in Bamburi. Hussein served
Morgan with some cold juice.
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“Just what I wanted after a really long day.” Morgan said.

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“Welcome. I never lack some here.” Hussein said as they sat down to listen to some music.

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Morgan began to feel sleepy. After such a long day, he was tired and hungry.

“You can relax in my bedroom.” Hussein told Morgan seeing that he was sleepy. It was around 3 pm.

“Then at what time will I go home?” Morgan asked.

“I will wake you up at around 6 so that you can go.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Ok.” Morgan said. He stood up and walked himself to Hussein’s bedroom. He was more than ready to
just relax before finally going home. HE did not find it strange having to sleep at his bed.

“You can shower first if you wish.” Hussein said pointing at the bathroom.

Morgan got inside and showered. Then he returned to the bed and literally dropped on top. He was dead
tired.

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What was to follow had never crossed Morgan’s head even in his wildest dreams and imaginations.

Hussein was waiting for that moment. After Morgan got onto the bed, he showered and joined him.
Morgan could see what was going on but was like a dazed person. He did not stop Hussein when Hussein
began touching his buttocks. He knew it was sort of abomination but did not get the will to resist Hussein’s
actions.

Hussein continued to caress Morgan’s buttocks until he got a very stiff erection. He was only wrapped on
his towel.

“What are you doing?” Morgan asked Hussein.

“Just loving you.” Hussein said.

“How?” Morgan asked.

“Wait and see.” Hussein said.

Morgan felt Hussein touching him in a very suggestive manner. Then he tried to kiss him but Morgan
initially resisted. He however accepted.

The two boys kissed. Morgan felt strange about it but did not attempt to stop Hussein from whatever he
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Hussein suddenly pulled off Morgan’s trouser and boxer leaving him naked and exposed. He looked at
Morgan’s buttocks and caressed them.

“You have nice buttocks.” Hussein told Morgan.

“This is not right; we are both men remember…” Morgan said.

“I will make you feel nice.” Hussein told Morgan. Morgan hid his face not to see what was happening. Part
of him hoped it was a dream, a very bad dream.

Hussein slowly pulled some coconut oil from the side of the bed and applied his erect penis.

Morgan felt Hussein adjusting himself. HE tried to roll over to see what Hussein was about to do but before
he could roll over, it was too late. Hussein’s penis connected with his anus and with one strong move,
Hussein pushed his penis into Morgan’s asshole.

Morgan had never felt such pain in his anus. He felt like his anus was being torn apart. The pain he felt
pierced deep until he felt it in his lungs. The penis got deeper and deeper until it was at the end of his
rectum.

“Stop it, it is so painful…” Morgan protested feeling like his stomach was literally being pushed. The pain
was so intense such that he felt like screaming. it was all over his abdomen.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE THIRTY – Infatuation?? **
“Its painful!” Morgan said as Hussein thrusted.

“Relax, you will be ok.” Hussein told Morgan. It did not take much time for Hussein to ejaculate.

As soon as he withdrew, Morgan felt the semen trickling out of his anus. He also had a slight tear that felt
really painful.

However, Hassan got some water and cleaned Morgan. After some minutes, Morgan went to the toilet to
relieve himself. He was feeling all painful such that even walking was a problem. He then went back to
bed and slept.

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When Morgan woke up, he was feeling miserable. He was also ashamed of himself. Hussein lay next to
him, both naked and he was holding Morgan.

“I want to go.” Morgan said.

“You can sleep here.” Hussein said.

“I had told my mother that I am going back so as to get her approval for the school that I shall go.” Morgan
said.

“Are you going back to Malindi today?” Hussein asked.

“I wanted to.” Morgan said.

“It is late, it is almost 8 pm. I will take you to Jamal’s home and then tomorrow you can go to Malindi.”
Hussein told Morgan.

Morgan went and slept at Jamal’s place. He was all silent lost in his own world, not bothering to even
listen to anything.

The following morning, he woke up and went to bathe. He felt his anus. It was still sore. Excreting was
difficult. It was a struggle. It was like his bowel movement was affected. He had questions in his mind: Did
he tear my anus? Will I be loose such that I won’t be able to hold? Will I be farting aimlessly?
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Hussein had sent a romantic message to Morgan. Morgan did not bother replying but just deleted the
text.

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Morgan later travelled back to Malindi. He slept almost the whole way such that he only woke up when
he got at Gede bus stop. He took a motorbike home. He found Mwende preparing some late lunch.

“Welcome back, you seem exhausted.” Mwende told Morgan.

“Yes, looking for a college is not a joke.” Morgan answered.

“Did you get a college?” Mwende asked.

“Yes, MTTI.” Morgan said.

“That is good. When are you reporting?” Mwende asked.

As they were talking, Clara got home. She was early because she was having a slight headache that had
been nagging her for a few days and not going away.

“How is Mombasa?” Clara asked Morgan.

“Fine, I got MTTI. Reporting is next month.” Morgan said.

“Fine, tell me everything you need. I am going to sleep because I have a slight headache.” Clara said.

“Sorry mum.” Morgan told his mother.

Clara went to her bedroom, took off her clothes to remain with just a pantie. The feeling of fresh air made
her feel great. She had tested for malaria but it turned negative so she was just taking pain killers to
manage her headache. In her mind, she was thinking: I do not wish to die before I hold my son’s children.

Morgan made a list of items he thought he needed. After having lunch, he went to sleep.

*******
Morgan was walking along the beach, pirates. There were few people. He was joined by Hussein who was
wearing just a pair of shorts and a brown vest.

The two hooked up and walked until they came to a secluded part of the beach. It was late evening. The
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“I love you so much sweetie.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Why do you love me?” Morgan asked.

“You have a nice heart, and a tight ass.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Oh! Ok.” Morgan said.

“I broke your virginity.” Hussein said. Morgan remained silent.

“I will marry you.” Hussein told Morgan.

“What will the society say about us?” Morgan asked.

“Ignore people and concentrate on your happiness.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Hussein, I also love you so much.” Morgan told Hussein.

“What can I do for you?” Hussein asked.

“Whatever you wish.” Morgan answered. For some strange reasons, he felt more comfortable being in
such a relationship than being with a woman. He looked at Hussein into the eyes and kissed him. Hussein
kissed back.

“I want you right now.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Wait until we get back to the house.” Morgan said. But already, Hussein had an erection. He slowly got
his penis out.

Morgan began to caress Hussein’s penis.

“Hussein, you have such a nice…” He did not call it dick, but just kept stopped talking.

“You like it? Huh!” Hussein asked.

“Yes, big size, nice.” Morgan said.

“I also love your tight ass.” Hussein said, “In fact, I feel like buying you a present for giving me your
virginity.”

“Ever had another?” Morgan asked.

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“Yes, but we broke up. Fool got married.” Hussein said.

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Morgan wondered, did he get married to a man or to a woman?

However, Hussein guided Morgan to bend over at some coral rock so as to penetrate from behind. As He
penetrated, the pleasure Morgan was getting made him get his own erection and he began to caress his
own penis.

“Oh! My Hussein, so nice! Keep going!” Morgan said.

Hussein got going until he was about to ejaculate. The thrusts were hitting Morgan’s prostate so hard
driving a lot of pleasure into him such that he also exploded so hard spilling his own semen all over. He
moaned and groaned.

“I love you, oooh! I love you!” Morgan said out loudly.

*****
Suddenly, Morgan woke up. He realized he had been dreaming. He was holding his penis which was still
erect.

Mwende stood there looking at him. She had heard him speaking in his dream.

“Wow! you mean you are dreaming having sex until you are ejaculating here? And to ask you, who is
Husna, is it Husna name you are confusing with Hussein?” Mwende asked Morgan.

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE THIRTY -ONE – Morgan goes to
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“It is Husna.” Morgan lied.

“You are here dreaming with another girl until you ejaculate?” Mwende asked.

“They are wet dreams, every man has them. Does not even mean you have a girl by that name sometimes
we dream with complete strangers.” Morgan said. Mwende got convinced.

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Morgan finally settled in MTTI where he went to study accounts. According to his wish, he wanted to live
in a small rental house away from the college hostels. His mother granted his wish. Using an agent, Morgan
settled for a small one room house inside a Swahili type of a house in Tononoka next to Tononoka grounds.

Clara wanted his son to have the best. So, she travelled with him one day in Mombasa to ensure that his
sin gets all he wants for his learning. They also furnished the house with all essentials. Morgan got a 4 by
6 bed and a heavy-duty mattress. He also got a study table.

“And don’t get secretly married here…” Clara told Morgan noting how nice the house looked.

“I will not.” Morgan told his mother with smile.

“I know desperate girls in college will follow you so as to have someone to house them, beware of them.
I know how it goes. I was once in college.” Clara said and laughed.

“Oh! Really, tell me more.” Morgan said.

“Most girls in college are desperate for food and a place to live. Some want to live beyond their means.
So, most will pretend to fall in love with a man as long as the man can take care of them. She will give you
everything, even live with you as if she is your wife but once she is done with learning you will be dumped
faster than you can call out her name.” Clara told Morgan.

“I will be.” Morgan said.

“And Mwende is almost delivering. I am taking her for her last clinic.” Clara was so sure that Morgan was
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From the first few weeks in class, it was obvious Morgan was among the best, if not the best in class. His
grasp for accounting principles caught the attention of everyone. He was an introvert but when it came
to explaining basic concepts when asked by the teacher, he would stand up with confidence, give his
answer leaving everyone awed.

His manner of dressing also caught the girls’ attention. Clara had bought so many designer and latest
clothes for Morgan such that he looked like a celeb. He was always shining, had the most fragrant spray
and ever smart.

One of the girls that got quickly attracted to Morgan was a Taita girl known as Margaret but preferred
being called Maggy. She was medium in height, around 5 feet 4 inches tall, very brown with blue eyes,
large breasts but medium hips. Every guy in the class wanted her but she ignored them since she was
fancying Morgan.

She one midmorning approached Morgan who sat lost in his own world and ambushed him with an
accounting question just to try to get him talking to her.

“Morgan, tell me; what are the basic principles of accounting?” Maggy asked Morgan.

Morgan looked at her briefly, smiled and said, “

Accrual principle

Conservatism principle

Consistency principle

Cost principle

Economic entity principle

Full disclosure principle

Going concern principle

Matching principle.”
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“Wow! how do you manage to grasp all these?” Maggy asked Morgan.
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“Ok, I will read the rest, I wish I had your brains. Tell me, what did you get in mathematics in KCSE? Seems
you got an A.” Maggy told Morgan.

“Don’t bother knowing, what is important is what you are doing in college. High school can lie to someone
into thinking they are not bright. But once you get what you are destined to do, you outshine the rest.”
Morgan told Maggy.

“Yeah! Sure! You are very right. Like me here, I got a C minus in English despite being excellent in talking.”
Maggy told Morgan. Maggy was eloquent with perfect pronunciation of words.

“Yes, you speak like a European.” Morgan told Maggy.

“My dad actually is a half cast of English man and Taita woman.” Maggy told Morgan.

“How did that happen? So, your grandfather is an English man?” Morgan asked.

“Yes. I was told that my grandmother was working as a house girl here in Mombasa, Nyali to be precise in
one place owned by a white man. Then they got into some sort of an affair and my grandmother got
pregnant. My father was born.” Maggy said.

“Wow! how nice!” Morgan said.

“You also seem to have bright parents.” Maggy told Morgan. Morgan hardly knew his father but his
mother was an average intelligent woman.

“Yes, but I am a son of a single mother.” Morgan said.

“Oh! Sorry. So, you from Malindi? I have never been there despite being in coast for long.” Maggy said.

“It is a nice place, with nice beaches like the silver white sands and watamu beach.” Morgan told Maggy.

“Will you take me there one day?” Maggy asked Morgan.

“Why not? I will.” Morgan checked at his watch. The time was 11 am. They were supposed to go back to
class.

“Come on, its class time.” Morgan told Maggy. Maggy would have wished to be with Morgan a little longer
but they had to go to class.
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When lunch time came, Maggy volunteered to buy some lunch for Morgan. She took him to a small café
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Morgan was otherwise friendly to Maggy. Maggy felt like a winner having gotten the privilege to go out
with Morgan. Some girls been talking about him but being shy, they were all unable to make a move.

But as they sat there eating, Morgan could not stop thinking about Hussein. He had not seen him from
the day they got intimate. He felt it odd to miss him, to wish to see him. He really wanted to meet him.

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Over the following few days, Maggy always made sure to accompany Morgan whenever they were going
for lunch. Some days, Morgan would buy for her some lunch while some she would.

Maggy expected Morgan would make a move. Most boys in the class were hitting on her but she was
turning them down. She however had told herself that should Morgan hit on her; she would gladly accept.
It had been almost 2 years since she broke up with her boyfriend, her high school sweetheart who was
also her first love and she really wanted to date.

But it did not take long for Maggy to realize that despite Morgan being friendly, he was not interested in
her. That left her confused. She considered herself as the most beautiful girl in class and expected Morgan
to also notice that.

One day, she even wore provocatively to class. She wore a short fitting yellow dress that reveled most of
her thighs. She had a gold coated necklace that went well with her dress and skin color.

When she stepped in the class, she caught everyone’s attention, everyone except Morgan who was so
busy making some short notes from a text book.

“Wow! Maggy, you will kill us one day!” A boy shouted from behind.

“Are you having a date with someone?” Another boy asked.

“I will sell my 4-acre farm, get the money and take you to Seychelles for holiday!” another boy shouted.

As they were talking, the lecturer who was slotted for morning class came inside forcing everyone to
suddenly settle.

Maggy took a seat in front.

“Good morning class, today we are… we are….” The lecturer began stammering while looking at Maggy.
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“We are covering the principles of accounts…” the lecturer said.

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“But sir, we already covered that…” someone said.

“Where are we? Someone to confirm in your books.” The lecturer said.

“We are here…” Maggy said jokingly.

“Yes, I can see you are all here, but I wanted to know where we have reached in learning.” The lecturer
who was a middle-aged man slightly balding said while looking at Maggy. He could not resist looking at
her fine thighs which slowly gave him an erection until it was showing in his trouser.

The class noticed. The lecturer realized they have noticed his erection but made a light joke out of it and
said, “A simple normal biological function of my body should not stop me from doing my work, we are
going on with the lesson…”

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The fact that Morgan did not seem moved by the most beautiful girl in the class bothered most of the
students in his class until one day, a boy asked him, “Morgan, don’t you find Maggy beautiful?”

“Why?” Morgan asked the boy, whose name was Kenga. He was a rather slim average height boy from
Kilifi.

“The girl is really into you but you do not bother.” Kenga told Morgan.

“I am here to learn, not to follow girls.” Morgan said.

“Eh! Ok. But who would pass such a beautiful girl? Man do not waste that chance, so many boys want it.”
Kenga told Morgan.

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However, due to Morgan being admired by the hottest girl in the class, boys got so jealous of him. He was
also a top performer.

One day as Morgan was going to the library, a boy blocked his way.

“Excuse me, I want to pass.” Morgan told him.

“Library is full.” The boy told Morgan.

“Then I will just take a book and go.” Morgan told the boy who he thought was joking. But the boy was
serious on blocking Morgan out of the way. When Morgan tried to get inside, the boy pushed Morgan
against the door frame so hard until Morgan hit his forehead on the door frame slightly but enough to
make him swell.

Morgan who did not want to get any physical with the boy simply walked away.

But that made him feel so bad such that when the afternoon lesson’s teacher said he will not be available;
Morgan simply went home to relax.

Morgan was almost sleeping lying on his bed when he suddenly got a call from Hussein. He hesitated to
pick the call but picked it nonetheless.
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“My dear, did you leave me or what? Long time we have not spoken.” Hussein told Morgan.
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“Can we meet?” Hussein asked.

“No problem.” Morgan said.

“Ok, come to my place.” Hussein told Morgan.

Within the next one hour, Morgan was in Bamburi with Hussein.

“What happened to your face?” Hussein asked Morgan.

“Some boy in school hit me against a door frame.” Morgan told Hussein.

“Oh! Really? Show me the boy and I will teach him a lesson he will never forget. How dare he do such to
you?” Hussein was genuinely angry.

“Don’t mind.” Morgan said.

“And you let him do that to you?” Hussein asked.

“What was I supposed to do?” Morgan asked.

“Push him hard too, listen, do not let anyone joke with you. I need to know him and I will know what to
do to keep him off.” Hussein told Morgan.

“I hate violence.” Morgan said.

“Anyway, how is school?” Hussein asked Morgan. He already knew Morgan was going to college.

“All is fine.” Morgan said.

“Is there something you need?” Hussein asked Morgan.

“Like?” Morgan asked.

“Do not deny yourself much when I am around. Anyway, let me prepare something for us.” Hussein said.
Both walked into the kitchen where Hussein slowly made some Ugali and fish stew for both to eat.

After they ate, Morgan washed the dishes.

Then the two sat to watch some movie. Morgan did not seem to be in a hurry to leave.
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It did not come as a surprise when Hussein began to caress Morgan’s buttocks. They sat close together.
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“I have missed you.” Hussein told Morgan.

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“I have missed you too.” Morgan said.

“I want you now.” Hussein told Morgan.

“That thing is painful.” Morgan said.

“You will get used to.” Hussein told Morgan.

The two continued caressing until they began kissing. Slowly, Hussein pulled down Morgan’s trouser and
boxer. Morgan did same too.

“Let us go to your bedroom.” Morgan told Hussein.

The two walked to Hussein’s bedroom. Hussein slowly pushed Morgan to lie on the bed facing downwards.
He had some KY jelly next to his bed. He slowly applied some onto his erect penis and some over Morgan’s
anus. Morgan’s heart beat faster at the anticipation of what was about to happen but he lay still. He was
not feeling as confused as the previous time.

Morgan felt Hussein begin to penetrate and winced a bit.

“Easy, easy…” Morgan said.

“Relax, honey, relax, all will be well.” Hussein said. He penetrated deeper and deeper until his entire penis
was inside Morgan. He was slow and gentle with Morgan. He began thrusting slowly. Morgan could feel
the thrusts. He turned his head to see if they could face each other. Hussein kissed Morgan’s neck and
continued thrusting until he ejaculated.

Then both lay there holding each other.

“Time to go.” Morgan told Hussein.

“You can just sleep over.” Hussein said.

“I have some classes tomorrow. My lessons begin at exactly 7 am. The teacher told us to be early.” Morgan
said.

“Why did you go back to school? You could have come we do business.” Hussein told Morgan.

“My mum wants me in school.” Morgan said.

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“Ok, but you can do business while still in school.” Hussein told Morgan.
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“How? I study full time.” Morgan said.

“Come on! People are also employed full time and have businesses.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Ok, will you teach me how to do it?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, I will.” Hussein said and got out of bed, he looked at Morgan and told him, “Come over, time to go
to shower.”

Hussein took over washing Morgan. He particularly washed Morgan’s anus until it was all clean. He then
kissed his buttocks. Morgan just smiled. He was feeling more comfortable with Hussein than the last time
they were together.

Morgan got dressed up.

“You are taking me home.” Morgan told Hussein.

“Why not? My car is out there. Let us go. Do you know how to drive?” Hussein asked Morgan.

“No.” Morgan replied.

“I can teach you.” Hussein told Morgan as they walked out. They got into the car with Hussein opening
the door for Morgan like one opening for a lover. He then got onto the driver’s seat. He hooted for the
gateman to open.

Slowly, Hussein drove out of his gate and got to the main road within a minute.

“What will people think of us if they know we are in a relationship?” Morgan asked Hussein. He knew gay
relationships were highly frowned upon in the society more so the religious society.

“Everyone should mind their own business. It is not like we are interfering with their lives. Why would
someone even bother with us?” Hussein asked.

“You know with people…” Morgan said.

“The problem with people is assuming they know what is right for everyone. Yes, I love my fellow man
and enjoy being with him. Why should that even bother anyone?” Hussein asked.

Morgan did not answer. But he was feeling in love with Hussein, he however did not know whether to call
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When they arrived near to where Morgan lived, since Hussein did not get a good parking spot, he parked
a distance from where Morgan had rented. The two gave each other a kiss and got out.

“Won’t you come with me to my place?” Morgan asked Hussein.

“Not today, let me come some other day, for now, give me a hug and let us part here.” Hussein told
Morgan. The two hugged. Some people who were passing gave them a look. Morgan wondered: what
could they be thinking seeing two men hugging one another?

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**A MOTHER’S CONCERN: EPISODE THIRTY -THREE – Protecting your
love**
With time, some ladies who were admiring Morgan and not hiding it got the boys who were learning with
Morgan so jealous such that they intensified their bullying to Morgan. Morgan who was an otherwise a
very peaceful boy did not bother much with them until one day when Hussein who had continued to meet
Morgan noticed that Morgan was unhappy.

“Now, my dear, let me tell you one thing: you are only making those boys have their way. Look at yourself,
you have the height, you can hit the gym, get bigger and stronger, if someone dates you, hit them. Besides,
no one dares someone who looks strong.” Hussein told Morgan.

“I hate fighting!” Morgan told Hussein.

“You do not have to love it, ok. Show me one of the boys, I will teach them a lesson they shall never
forget.” Hussein told Morgan.

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Morgan directed Hussein to visit him at college one evening. The people who were there thought the two
are just friends and had no idea they were in a homosexual relationship.

Hussein and Morgan walked around the college looking for the bullies.

“You see that guy over there? He is the one who hit me until I got a red eye.” Morgan told Hussein. He
showed Hussein the boy who had gotten to be bullying Morgan all the time. He was tall, over 6 feet tall
and slender. He had strong bones and thought he deserved all the girls since he was the tallest in the class.
His name was Odino and he was from Nairobi.

Hussein marked him.

“Wait for the report.” Hussein told Morgan.

“What are you going to do to him?” Morgan asked Hussein.

“That should not bother you, he will stop.” Hussein said.

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As they were walking, Odino saw the two walking almost hand in hand. He thought they were just friends.
Odino was obsessed in getting Maggy but Maggy who was admiring Morgan kept turning all his advances
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Morgan and Hussein later drove to a gym facility located in Buxton.

“I want you to join this gym. I also was a member here before we moved to Bamburi.” Hussein.

The instructors recognized Hussein.

“Dude! You have lost your muscles since you left!” one instructor told Hussein.

“Got busy with life, but I have a new client for you, his name is Morgan. I am paying for him a full year
membership. Train him to be strong, tough and intimidating.” Hussein told the instructor, a rather tall
muscular and very lean guy whose muscles were like an anatomy chart.

“Don’t worry, we will do that. I will hand him over to one of my assistants.” The instructor said.

“You mean you are no longer the instructor?” Hussein asked.

“I upgraded my game, buddy. I am now the boss. I bought this facility.” The instructor said.

“Wow! that is nice.” Hussein said.

They continued talking with Morgan agreeing to be going there from Monday to Friday. After they were
done, Hussein pulled Morgan aside and told him, “Honey, I want you to go home. I have some business
to do with Ali.”

“Who is Ali?” Morgan asked.

“The gym instructor.” Hussein said.

“Ok, I can walk home. Thank you, I will begin my training next week.” Morgan said. The two discreetly
kissed and Morgan walked away.

Hussein went back to Ali.

“Ali, I have some business I want with you. Do you still have your boys? Those well-fed boys who can do
anything under the sun?” Hussein asked Ali.

“Yes, who do you want to kill this time?” Ali asked Hussein.

“Not kill, but to teach a lesson to a guy who won’t stay away from my lover.” Hussein told Ali. Ali did not
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know that Hussein meant Morgan.

“Alright, they are around. They normally come to train here. Do I call them to come?” Ali asked.
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“Yes, asap! I want them right now.” Hussein said. He got out his phone and showed Ali some guy.

“You see this man, he is messing with my lover, and I want those boys to do something to him he will
never forget. He should learn to keep his stupidity away from other people.” Hussein said. Ali just laughed.
Ali called the men; they were 7 of them three of whom were extremely muscular and on steroids. They
normally trained with weights and did some kickboxing in order to remain lethal as gang for hire.

When the men came, Ali briefed them and left them with Hussein.

“This man here, I want you to capture him, rapture his asshole. He is messing with my lover and I don’t
like it.” Hussein told them.

“Consider it done. Down payment for all of us is Kshs 70,000 and the rest 50,000 after the mission.” The
leader of the gang said.

“Money is not a problem. Do it.” Hussein said.

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When Odino was captured by the gang, he was taken to an abandoned warehouse in docks. He knew he
was in trouble when he saw the men get some Vaseline and begin to take off their trousers.

“So, you cannot stay away from other men’s lovers, you will know to keep your lanes today!” the men
told Odino. They gagged him, tied him against some tree, bent him over and sodomized him in turns until
they were satisfied. By the time they were done, Odino had already passed out. He did not even get a
chance to identify any of them since they had worn some masks.

They then drove with Odino at almost midnight and dropped him in Bondeni leaving him lying there. When
he woke up, he recalled being abducted and taken to a place where some men violated him. He could
remember the men saying: you will learn to stay off people’s lovers.

He could hardly walk but he managed to crawl to the middle of the road where some police picked him
and took him to Coast General Hospital after filing a report with him.

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Odino healed and returned to college after 2 weeks. He could not tell anyone what he had been through.
He hoped the police would get those who sodomized him. He knew it had something to do with Maggy,
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other men’s lovers. He however did not really know of Morgan was involved since it seemed like Maggy
really wanted Morgan.

Morgan noticed how suddenly Odino had become reserved. He called Hussein and asked him, “What
happened to him?”

“I taught him a lesson he will never forget. Let him now continue!” Hussein said. He had already gotten to
know what his gang did to Odino.

“What did you do?” Morgan asked Hussein.

“Don’t worry what I did, next time anyone else jokes with you, let me know.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Ok. I began going to the gym, it is a nice place.” Morgan told Hussein.

“I knew you would love it; besides, I want you to be more attractive.” Hussein told Morgan.

“Oh! Really? Ok. The instructors are so nice there. They really know how to take you through the
exercises.” Morgan said. He did not know that some of the people going to the gym belonged to a secret
gay club where they would usually meet from time to time.

“In case you need something, let me know. Been so busy with business here and there but I will see you.
I miss you a lot.” Hussein told Morgan.

“I miss you too.” Morgan told Hussein.

They talked over the phone for almost one hour before telling each other good night.

As Morgan was about to sleep, he got a message from his mother.

“I want you home this weekend without fail.” The text read. It made Morgan’s heart skip a beat. What
does my mother want? Does she know that I have become gay? Morgan asked himself.

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