Revenge turns sour

By Posh

I wanted to know how much Omulando loved Cynthia and whether he would call out her name in bed or if he was genuinely into me. So I took him to my apartment, which I shared with Cynthia. We made out.

After almost half an hour, when he was so vulnerable, I teased him to say my name.

I neither heard Cynthia’s nor mine! I slapped him and as he sobered up. I asked him; "Who the hell is Abby?"

"Relax Posh, I was just kidding…" he leaned closer.

I obliged but knew better; neither of us was in his heart and the daunting task was to tell Cynthia how I found out. So I let it pass.

Forgive me but I slept with my best friend’s man. Some of you would like to call me names, but it is unfair if you don’t hear both sides of the story.

Cynthia slept with my man first, three years ago. I forgave her and we have remained friends although the cracks in our relationship are evident. Honestly speaking it is hard to forgive and nothing can wash away the guilt. Sadly though, after I slept with her boyfriend, I realised the mission had gone badly because I achieved nothing. Instead, I found out he was cheating on Cynthia with an "Abby". I wanted to tell her but I didn’t know how. How would I explain to her how I found out?

Last April Fools Day, I pulled a prank on Omulando. I told him Cynthia was expecting his baby and she was reluctant to tell him because she wanted it to be a surprise.

I asked him to keep it between us and he should wait until Cynthia told him herself.

Surprise baby

Then I told Cynthia what the prank was and she agreed to play along. She called him and said she wanted to see him after work as she had a surprise for him.

Omulando called me and requested that I join him for coffee in his house in South B before Cynthia arrived. He had no choice but to confide in me.

I contemplated whether to take a matatu or drive and I settled on the latter to avoid the evening traffic on Baricho Road.

Omulando welcomed me. He was a man in distress.

"Hey, you look worn out. What’s up?" I asked as I gave him a tight squeeze.

"Who’s the father of Cynthia’s child?" he asked me sternly.

"You tell me. I wouldn’t know," I said.

He said he needed to know the truth from me.

"Tell me about Abby in exchange for the truth," I mocked him as I moved closer to kiss him. He pulled away un-easily.

That’s when he revealed that he had been seeing Abby for almost a year, the same time he started seeing Cynthia ... and Abby was expecting his child.