Saturday, August 14, 2010

What I did on Wednesday

Woke up in the morning just before 8 to find George had already left for work. After a quick shower and change I came downstairs to the kitchen where Imelda had my breakfast waiting. I find it too chilly nowadays to sit out in the veranda in the morning. Imelda asked me, did you have a nice sleep and I lied and said yeah we even had the most amazing sex. Truth is I hadn't been getting any, George is working late at a new site on Ngong Road where they're fitting CCTV and other security gadgets. So in fact it had been one month, two days, nine hours and forty-two minutes since we last mauled each other. Anyway after Imelda cleared away the plates I asked her what about you Mel, are you getting your pipes cleaned out regularly, she laughed coyly and said don't worry Tam, a girl always finds a way. Hmmmm ok. I said good, let me know if I can be of any assistance or there's any facilitation required towards fulfilling that enterprise. Note to self: must remember to get Imelda some new rechargeable batteries for her bedroom 'sat nav'.

Ten o'clockish Zawadi, my friend Mike’s wife, came by bearing gifts (pun intended). I'd done some work last week for Mike and some other of his business associates. We never discussed pay, I've often said to people whenever I accept to do consultancy work to pay me what they think is fair. Some of you would say 10 shillings but that's just to be mean. Most times it actually works, so I took the 330k that you see here and said thanks very much Zawa, not bad for three days’ work. Don't worry Mr KRA, I'll file on time. Sorry, what's that about 'itemise all earnings', I'm slightly deaf in one ear you know, haha.

Then I went online to deal with some mail, I also read Cassandrae's blog which is just insane because I've not come across that level of psychosis recently. But it's funny and clever unlike this blog. When I finished I came back to the kitchen and we had a lettuce, pears and olives salad with some garlic bread and prosciutto ham. Imelda needed to be at college(accountancy) by 2pm so we got in the car and she drove leisurely till Parklands via Sarit Centre where we stopped so I could stick the 300k in the bank.

The lovely teller called Stella - I think she's in love with me - she asked in a lost girl's voice where have you been Bwana Tamaku, I said shughuli mingi with work and stuff but now I'm here and so happy to see you. I was thinking hello darling I've got an ATM card why would I want to be in the bank every day. However I do encourage women of all shapes and breast sizes by flirting back at them like a good Bashanova so I leaned closer to the window and said you're never out of my mind Stesh in fact right now you're driving me out of it, oh and blue really is your colour, you sexy minx you. She giggled back the squeal that a dolphin would understand to mean come and take me right now here on this counter I don't care if the other customers want to watch. I said cool it baby by fanning yourself with this 1000 shillings note when you go for lunch, nice day mwah, mwah. Then I grabbed my receipt and escaped back to the car.

I stayed in Parklands, went to the sports club and did some cycling while thinking about lots of stuff like Isaiah 58:Verses 1 to 14 (one of my favs - the only ones I can recite from memory). I thought what if the Belmez Faces are really true, and who stole my pet kitten Daisy when I was only six years old which is when my heart was first broken into little pieces. Could that be the root cause for my homosexuality - a pussy snatched from a boy? Definitely some food for thought there. I still had my Oakley black whiskers shades and earphones on listening to Mbilia Bel’s Nakei Nairobi - it's simply genius, makes me sad and happy at the same time, nostalgia sometimes has that effect too.

Afterwards I did some weights to tone up my wrists and neck muscles and then had a shower. Because I'd sweated so much I didn't pee in the cubicle nor did I rub one out though I must admit I was feeling very horny from the lack of it. I also had two sneaky cigarettes in the car. When I was still in the car park George rang and asked where are you I said I'm at Parklands Sports Club. He said wait for me I'm coming. So it was a wonderful surprise, prophetic even, because we picked up Imelda and drove home like the happy family we are and then later that night George and I really got off. I'm surprised you didn't hear us if you live around Kiambu Road, the racket we caused, woooiii, hehehe.


  1. Hi Tamaku, I'm a str8 Kenyan man living abroad but I enjoy reading about you and George. I don't agree with discrimination and homophobia.


  2. I guess he finally noticed the gap btw you too an sealed it shut in time to prevent repercussions ;-)

  3. it had been one month, two days, nine hours and forty-two minutes...Tamaku, you are crazy! How are you doing

  4. Hey Anon,

    That's cool. You should try gay sex, you don't know what you're missing, lol (only joking)xx

    Hi Free Surf,

    You make me out to be a monster ;(...I'm actually a very nice person - even if I say so myself. If I wasn't me but saw me I'd want to be friends with me!! xx

    Hey Anne,

    Nice surprise, habari ya madays? I'm well, you?
    xxx x

  5. There is this lesbian chick from Facebook who told me to read this latest post as she wanted to find out if you were for real, Tamaku. Now, I only read blogs on Friday (I Facebook the other days! LOL!) and so it was a break from my perfect little routine.

    Now, I can see why she wanted me to read it. Its all about the money, honey! Child, 330K and the way you have 'photoed' (is there such a word?) them has made some souls envious. 330 fucking K?! Are you crazy?!

    We wouldn't mind a loan, repayable in easy, monthly installments or in kind. *Wink* *Wink*

    And oh, I live in Buruburu and I heard you and George doing it! Ngai! You are screamers, not moaners!

    Lovely weekend!

  6. I like you. You're funny. Officially a fan.

  7. Please write some more...

  8. Hi Tamaku, stumbled on your blog and I have enjoyed myself kabisa. Your sense of humour is on point and nice to know that straight or gay, all relationships have their ups and downs.
    Wish you many more happy years with George.


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