THE SHAMBA BOY

“I told her I have been doing some business, she somehow believed me.” Ken said. “I hope she did.” I told Ken.

Ken looked at me and smiled as if wanting to tell me something.

“The only thing I really don’t wish is for my husband to ever know this.” I told Ken. “What do you suggest I do?” Ken asked me.

“Young girls are always over whelmed with money and being treated right, I suggest you take her for a good outing, treat her, make her feel like a queen. Let me negotiate with baba boy for you to go for a short leave then you can plan yourself.” I told Ken.

“Where would you suggest I take her?” Ken asked.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Try some nice place like Mombasa, for an over night pleasure trip. When there fuck her until she screams your name.” I told Ken. That made me feel aroused that instant. It remined me of my honeymoon with Douglas.

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“My dear, I have some suggestion.” I told my husband once he was home.

“Tell me.” He said.

“Ken has worked for us for a very long time without us giving him a leave, I suggest we give him at least a week off.” I told him.

“I have been thinking about it; Ken been a good employee but who will feed our cattle during that time?” Douglas asked me.

“Ken told me he has someone in mind who can come and take his place.” I said.

“Never mind, there is a cousin of mine who said will come over, he loves farming perhaps we can let him manage them for that one week.” My husband said.

All arrangements were done and we gave Ken a short holiday of one week, during which time, I suggested that he take his girl friend for a holiday too.

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“Grace, you are genius! I took my girlfriend for a holiday and it worked perfectly!” Ken told me once he returned. Douglas was not around as he had travelled abroad.

“Oh! Really? Tell me more.” I urged him.

“I went to Mombasa, we went around, we went for a boat ride, we went to some parks like marine parks, we went to swim but we were not good at swimming, we even went dancing one night. We even saw the famous fort Jesus!” Ken told me.

“Did you see Jesus at fort Jesus?” I teased him laughing.

“Yes, I even greeted him.” Ken said.

“Ken, you must be joking, you mean you saw Jesus?” I even laughed harder.

“Yes, he was dressed in white and had big fine beards like we see him in the movies, that was Jesus I saw!” Ken was so fucking serious it scared me a little.

“What did he tell you?” I asked him.

“He kept telling me about prophet Mohammed and talking about becoming a Muslim.” Ken told me. I figured out he must have met one of those Islamic Sheikhs and in his mind, he thought that was Jesus.

“Your trip must have been fantastic!” I told Ken. He laughed hard.

“In fact, the day we shall get married, I shall take my wife to Mombasa for honey moon.” Ken said.

“So, what did you bring for us from Mombasa?” I asked Ken.

“I brought some coconuts, dates and mabuyu they are in my house.” Ken told me. He was about to go and bring some for me when I told him not to bother he can bring them later.

“But, Grace, women there are so beautiful! With big shapely buttocks!” Ken suddenly told me. I laughed hard and called him a hyena.

“When they walk, the buttocks shake twepere twepwere twepere pwata pwata pwata, hahaha.” Ken told me trying to imitate some funny walking style. He was really making me laugh.

“Did you go to sample women or to take your lover to a holiday?” I asked him.

“Oh! You cannot prevent what the eyes can see.” Ken said.

“Watch out, those women have charms, they can snatch any man they want.” I told Ken. “I can see also if Mercy eats well, she will have such a figure.” Ken remarked.

I just chuckled.

“Didn’t any woman admire you while there?” I asked him jokingly.

“Ah! No, not at all.” Ken said.

We continued talking until Mercy finished cooking. Ken went and fed the cattle since Douglas’ cousin who was with us travelled that morning before Ken came since he was going back to campus to continue with his Degree in Ranch Management.

For some reason, I was feeling so horny and lonely that evening and I really wanted Ken to be with me for as much as he could. But Mercy was not in a hurry to sleep that evening; she was so talkative asking Ken questions about Mombasa.

“I have never toured Mombasa, I only passed through there.” Mercy told us, much to my surprise since I thought she knew Mombasa so well.

“I want to go to sleep.” Ken finally announced.

“All right, I will let you go and rest, you must be tired from the over night journey.” I told him. He went to sleep and left us with Mercy at the table room watching some bongo movie.

“Ken is such a nice man.” Mercy told me as soon as Ken left. My heart skipped a beat. But I got a chance to tease her along. Mercy had a way of talking without much of a thought.

“He is nice, you can get married to him, he is still single.” I told Mercy. She laughed.

“Madam, no man is single, you either share or snatch him from someone else.” Mercy said and laughed even more.

“Then you can snatch him from his girlfriend.” I teased Mercy.

“It is not necessary, he can be polygamous and marry as many women as he wish, including me.” Mercy said and laughed even harder.

“Has Ken ever asked you...eh...you know what I mean.” I asked her.

“Oh! Yes, not even once or twice. In fact, I feel l love him already.” Mercy told me, much to my shock since I never expected her to say that. I remained silent and thought of the times Ken denied he had never fucked her.

“Mercy, I mean, has Ken ever slept with you?” I asked her.

“Yes, don’t you believe?” Mercy said. My heart raced and I did not want to pursue the story anymore.

Before I spoke anymore, Mercy said, “But I still have my other man, I am weighing who among the two is better for me.” She said.

“All right, you shall decide who is better for you. Good luck.” I told her. But why would Ken lie to me? I wondered.

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“Ken, you lied to me.” I told Ken the following morning, it was on a Saturday.

“What do you mean?” Ken asked me.

“You told me you have never fucked Mercy yet she told me she has been fucking you not even once.” I told him.

Ken suddenly stopped whatever he was doing and looked sternly at me. “What have you just said?” Ken asked me.

“Mercy told me you have been fucking her.” I told Ken.

Ken suddenly made to go to the kitchen but I stopped him.

“Grace, I am going to slap this stupid girl until her brains fall out. Why would she lie about me?” Ken was furious.

“Do you want to mean she is lying?” I asked Ken.

“She is lying! I have never fucked her, in fact, the only person I have fucked in this compound is you!” Ken said. I felt confused.

“Why would she lie that?” I asked Ken.

“I don’t know; in fact, she is the one who wanted me to fuck her a few weeks ago and I said no. Women from Coast are harlots who would even think of fucking her? Furthermore, why would I fuck an HIV positive woman?” Ken asked me.

“Did you just say, HIV positive?” I asked Ken.

“Yes, she has some ARVs in her bag, go and check and see if I am lying!” Ken told me, much to my shock.

“How did you know she has ARVs?” I asked Ken.

“I once peeped through the window and saw her swallowing, she does not want anyone to know she uses them.” Ken told me.

I felt horrified.

“Ken, don’t tell her we had this conversation, I will find out on my own.” I told Ken.

“Damn! Grace, I don’t go fucking random women just like that, it is so easy to get HIV.” Ken said.

I left and went to talk to Mercy for a while before going on with my duties as if I suspected nothing but what Ken told me was haunting my mind.

Later that Afternoon, I visited a VCT and got tested and much to my relief, I was HIV negative.

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In the evening as we were having supper, I decided to confront Mercy about her claims.

“Mercy, tell me now that Ken is here, have you been having sex with Ken?” I asked her.

She turned red and looked scared shitless!

Ken just stared at her until she felt uneasy. I was hoping Ken won’t turn angry.

“Mercy, why would you lie that I am having sex with you?” Ken asked Mercy. I would have wished he remain silent.

“I am sorry, I was just joking.” Mercy said.

“Why would you make such a joke?” Ken asked her.

“I wanted to see how Madam will react.” Mercy said so casually.

“Why would I fuck you knowing too well that you are HIV positive?” Ken asked, so suddenly that it scared me a little.

Suddenly, Mercy turned to face Ken.

“Ken, what have you just said?” Mercy asked, obviously angry. It was turning into a circus.

“I asked you, why would I fuck you when you are HIV positive? You think I don’t know that you have hidden ARVs in your handbag that you have been swallowing?” Ken asked Mercy.

“OH, MY GOODNESS!” Mercy exclaimed!