By Brian Nzomo
Good morning Brian.
Two weeks ago, I was exasperated by an episode that has shaken me to the core. Honestly, I cannot dissever myself from the bog of shock and shame and disbelief. Imagine, my boyfriend had the audacity to cheat on me. And deny it with a straight face despite my encountering the abominable act and witnessing it with my own eyes. Infact, his eyes welled up as he vehemently made lousy excuses to exonerate himself from offence.
Our relationship had been blissful at first. But recently, undulated and ragged paths have several times, threatened to abrogate our eight-year long affair. Everything has declined. He doesn’t put much effort anymore. When we began this, he wrote me heart-warming poems, took me out to unforgettable picnics, regularly communicated, paid me attention…and the sex…aah…an amalgam of tender caresses and veritably insane plowings. Occasionally, my four holes ache and yearn for the flagellant sex. But it is all cocooned in the congealed crust of memory. Impervious. It can never be retrieved satisfyingly.
But after I met Yolanda, everything changed. She is the bomb! That girl awakened in me wyverns that had long remained docile. And years of inactivity breed an unquenchable hunger. But Yolanda, that woman ate this cooch like a Patrician would a gleaming pome. She is petite, her breasts are mere bantam fists, but her tiny back. I’ve never imagined to find something as basic as the back, sexy…
When I first had sex with her, I did not feel an iota of guilt. I did not consider myself cheating. My boyfriend knew all these years that I am bisexual. And he was not really bothered at all. Anf besides, I imagined that like many cishet men, he would not perceive lesbian sex as too damaging to his position in my life. He was extremely jealous though. But he would never know. I intended to use Yolanda as an ephemeral fling. When my hunger subsides, I would disembark from this ship of hers like I never boarded it.
But that was not to be. Yolanda, aah, Yolanda. What has she done to me? She knew how to cull my desires, but covertly ensured that she planted another tarragon seed. And I’d find myself yearning for more. But I knew it was too risky to get involved. If Jeff, my boyfriend realised I was aloof, he would suspect I was cheating on him. With a chic. But I played down the possibility. Jeff was too unconcerned with me. I was partially pleased about that. But I also became concerned. His lack of attention or even a glimmer of suspicion meant he was doing something far more important than me.
One evening, I got back to his house after an afternoon of Yolanda’s fondling. I felt like a renewed baby. My phone was off and I did not have to call Jeff. It was a weekend, and an introvert like him had no interest in venturing out there in the risque twilight of Nairobi. He lived in Kahawa Wendani, although he loved to insist it was Kahawa Sukari(Wendani being more ghettoish). I barged into his bedsitter and the sight was astonishing.
“Listen, I can explain…” He began the typical prelude.
He was stark naked. And when my eyes darted from him to the man arching his fat caramel backside, my bones froze.
“Kevin!” I gasped. His face met mine. And his face lost its hue.
“What! You know him?” Jeff asked.
Ofcourse I knew him. Not personally ofcourse. I had seen a photo of him when Yolanda and I were flipping the pages of her photo album, submerged in the tepid bathtub spiced with roses. She then pointed to it, “This is my fave. Kevin!”
“Your cuzo?” I has asked her.
“Nah! My brother. Blood brother actually. Studies at KU!” She smiled proudly.
So, here was my boyfriend of several years… having sex with the brother of my fling! I am so devastated right now. Why Jeff? I always knew he is straight. I’ve never received signals from him indicating he was also bisexual. And god knows how I hate bis€x men! They are bottom of the barrel. I would have endured my man bonking another woman, but a man…aargh!
I am not a biphobe though. I am an all-out bisexual woman. But I am not a biphobe. I just hate bis£xu@l men. That’s all…It’s justified. They are ho€s.
PS: The final paragraph is meant to be satirical. Don’t misunderstand the passage…
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