The diary of a typical "fisi"

Back when I was a first year almost second year student I was invited for a pre wedding. I was a photo man and videographer. A good one...smart, handsome but a heartbreaker. I had two cameras so I called my friend Giddy to help me out. Giddy took photos while I took videos and I paid him 500 shillings. The ceremony was ushered by beautiful ladies; my work for taking videos honored me a ticket to the VIP section.

Nothing beats photography. With it I can meet any kind of woman I want, in fact the best of the best. That day was no different. I spotted my prey. My hunting instincts shot up.

I saw a lady; taller than me, brown with long flowing dark hair and cute well-trimmed fingernails accentuating her tender toes and fingers. She was one of the best maids who were dressed in pink dresses. But she stood out; she was the most beautiful of all. I had identified my catch. I took lots of pics of her. Strategically passing by her and flashing on my best smile. I could see she liked my video taking skills, my dressing code, my shoes and my smile. How could she not, I mean, am so charming!

As soon as the ceremony ended, I hunted for her name and phone number. In a matter of seconds I had all of them...naitwa Rossie...kwetu ni Ole...and I quickly joined the dots...Olenguruoni? Eeeh huko she replied. Niko form two. That got me awed. I didn’t believe her. She looked older. Mature. I thought she was pulling my leg...

 

She actually was in high school. This is the irony. I despised high school bimbos. I preferred mature grown up ladies. But she made me break a rule of not getting involved with high school cuties. She was stunning and hotter than a midday sun in Turkana. She had floored me. I was helpless. Love is crazy and stupid.

One day, I was in the lecture hall during class when suddenly my phone rang.

 It’s Rossie. "Imagine tumefukuzwa fee. Naenda home. Ole. But ntapitia eld ndo niende chuo Monday" Am a guy.

"Uko sure hiyo idea ni poa?" I feigned a weak protest. Deep inside me I wished she could grow wings and fly. I am coming to your place for the entire weekend. Usijali narudi chuo Manday..."

Holly Molly thank you God for the cookies you blessing me in form of this girl. Rossie you are an angel. Those words painted my lips in hips of erotic smiles. My head instantly became a theater of romantic and erotic pleasant images. I could barely think beyond my loins. Its Thursday...And Friday came and passed.

Then she called me on Friday at 11 am. "Ndo natoka home Ole." I did a mental calculation. Ole mpaka eld ni around 5 hours. I washed up my keja and left it meticulous. Then I made sure anything I needing during the weekend was ready, even condoms. I mean charming handsome guys like me can’t be caught off guard.

But I had one problem, since Rossie was in high school, practically a minor it wasn’t right for me to be seen with her. I had to ask one of my friends to help me out.

“Sarah utanifanyia favor. Si unajua gava. Ni mkid wa high school. Staki kulala ndani juu ya kuonekana naye kwa street. Sara agreed. But I had to part away with chips kuku.

At 4:50 she called again. "Uko wapi? Ndo nashuka" It’s raining cats and dogs outside. " Unajua Metro Towers? Safaricom house. Tafuta taxi ama mtu wa piki piki akulete. Ntakam kumlipa."

 No sooner had the rains stopped than my phone rang again. "Sara amefika. Shika phone yangu incase acall tena" Sarah took off and came back with my little cookie. She was draining wet and freezing. I offered her my hood. And we sat at Saras...waiting for rain to reduce and the night to fall.

She only had school uniform. Plan B. Get her civilian clothes, cookies are costly. " Nipeeni ten minutes nikimbie ATM" I withdrew 4K. That’s the fastest monetary decision I had ever made. Within no time I was back, new shoes and a new skirt. "Usijali na top. Niko nayo"...My hood came in handy. At7 pm we bid Sarah goodbye and were off to the supermarket for some quick shopping.

The jam seemed long and torturous. At 8 pm I ushered her in and made her the temporary queen of my ramshackle. She was my queen for the weekend. I did all the cooking. I am a damn awesome cook; I come with the whole package. She did all the washing.

 My first bubble had been busted. This high school bimbo behaved like conservative housewife living in the 70s. I was mad but I faked my happiness. As a guy, a fisi each time I asked a girl over for a movie undressing her preceded anything apart from frolicking. Food and movies came later. I didn’t believe in being modest. A girl has what I need. I have what she wants. It is a win-win situation for us. And everyone goes home happy.

 

This high school girl wants marriage and kids. I want sex lots of it. In the late night, and when the lights were off was when I was given the codes to the cookie safe. Hell I partied swam and fished. And it was as good as it was measured.