Nobody was paying me but a voice just quizzed me to this.

I was on my leave but I opted no holiday, I needed to get this topic clear on my mind.

My younger sister has refused to get married, she is 28 and very independent. I visited her in her new flat last weekend, in the posh area of Westlands. She had just jetted in from Dubai, I don’t know if I heard her right when she mentioned it was not a business trip but a shopping trip. Hey hey! before you point fingers at her, let me let you know she is doing her masters and have a job though I am very sure her salary cannot service her lavish lifestyle. As I sipped my blended mango juice, she excused to answer a phone call in her bedroom. I tiptoed to her bedroom door and listened to the whole conversation. A man was on the other end asking how the trip was, she said it was great, she was asked out for dinner plus a night out and she said “yes sweetie, you deserve every bit of me”. That was enough for my ears so I went back to finish my juice.

I had to know who this man was. I have an app on my phone to trace my caller’s locality, so I kept calling her till I was able to know the hotel where she was. Wow, it was once of those hotels we only drive by and dream of dining. Luckily my visa card was intact and I took a table in a dark corner. I always complain of how I need to change my optician for what I saw was a movie cast which would have easily sent our mother to ICU, my sister could never do this in reality, just sobering myself. A huge man entered, walked to where my sister was. I almost screamed when she rose happily in her short,short,short backless mini-dress and high heels, hugged the man, kissing him not even caring who else watched. “Is this what our mother taught us? Has my sister turned to a whore overnight?” I was investigating so I calmed down. They didn’t stay long on the table, they went upstairs. I could not follow them as the guards were too strict but after parting with a few notes, I learnt the couple frequented the hotel and always had their dinner in the room where they left the following morning. Don’t ask me more questions, you could be knowing better than me or I might answer you that they spent the night praying and praising the most High. At this point I needed to urgently see my doctor.

Walking down the stairs, feeling confused, I lost my focus and steps and almost knocked down a young man of around 23 years. What surprised me is that the boy was calm after I said sorry but an elegant lady by his side had a few words for me. “What do you want with my man? Can’t you go out and look for yours?” What!! What was this 40 something lady saying, I thought she was the hotel’s manager and a worker. No Jesus should not delay any more second, I thought to myself as I ran out of the hotel.

Back in my house, I called a longtime friend and planned to meet the following weekend. I wanted to share with her what was happening before I could explode.

“Hi Sue, how far are you? I have been waiting at the coffee shop” I rang my friend, we had a date and hoped she was on the way.
“So sorry dear, I can’t make it, hubby had an urgent trip abroad and so someone else is warming the bed tonight”
“Come on Sue, who is that? You never told me you had a side hustle” I played along
“Sorry dear, It’s Frank, hubby’s friend, he escorted him to the airport then came right to me. I have to go, let’s have late breakfast tomorrow as I feed you more”
Ok! I drove home, hoping the night will not be long.

“Am sorry gal about last night, you know Frank and I have been flattering on social media and somehow feelings grew. We have been planning for this and I am telling you, I have nothing to regret. I don’t care how many women hubby sleeps with, now I too have my own to run too……………………….……” Sue had too much nonsense you don’t want to hear more. This is not what excites me so I made an excuse and left.

Two days later, I made an appointment with Raphael (Sue’s hubby) in his office. We went to the same campus so we had a lot to catch up. After too much business talk, I wanted to know what the trip was all about.
“Essy, I won’t lie to you. Your friend is a great wife and mother to the kids but I don’t know this thing with us men. You get yourself doing stuff with other women.” I knew it! I knew it! I almost screamed aloud.
“You remember Shante, the lady in our class” yes you were dating her besides Sue, that I know. “Yes, Shante has been there for me all this time” But Shante is married to the white guy? “Yes she is married but she says black men make her feel like a woman. Shante was going to see her sick mother in law in Paris, she had booked a hotel room and did not want the whole weekend to be wasted like that, so she got me a ticket too” Tears were now rolling down my cheeks, Sue is my good friend, Raphael too has been a good friend and easily confided in me since he knew his secrets were safe with me. Frank knew Raphael too was not clean and so took advantage of the situation. What was Frank’s wife story, what was Shante’s hubby story, guess this is an endless round string of all wrongdoing, yes you don’t have to remind me, the world too is round with no end.

A week was left on my leave, I booked a flight to Mumbai, spent the days and nights asking God if something was blocking his view on what was happening on earth, asking whether it was possible for Him to send His Son Jesus Christ the very next minute, asking God to hide me where the evil spirit devouring the world will not find me.

I concluded that people are just so blinded by lust, no more serious focus on spiritual matters but much more, people are just fools fooling each other, only God knows for how long. Be blessed.
EMuchai 061


3 thoughts on “SPONSOR THING

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  2. Sad state of affairs. I just don’t get it how people can easy surrender the right to be themselves to selfish people who only want to use them. This “…you deserve every bit of me.” is just offending and demeaning.


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