DEATH ROW! Mr. Hyena awaits death sentence from Afande for devouring Sexy Kaka
I am going to rot in jail, the day Afande finds out I am chewing his priced daughter Kaka.
He will have me locked up in a Nalufenya – Guantanamo Bay-like prison and the keys thrown into River Nile for the crocodiles. However, despite knowing that, I am powerless to stop because the girl is very sweet. What God put in women only he knows. Despite chewing legions since I was a toddler, I am thirsty for them more like a cardinal or bishop who has just started eating.
Like five properties from my ka-farm in Hoima is Afande’s farm on which his wife and eight children live. Afande’s children are what you can refer to as brats. The boys dropped out of school, so they are always causing all kinds of trouble. Fighting over girls, playing pool or soccer and anything youngsters fight over, that’s what they do.
The most educated and most priced of the family is Kaka, a tall, slender chick whom Covid19 trapped in senior five. Kaka gets anything she likes from her parents. The first time I saw her, she was riding a boda like she was daring Death to take her.
From then on, we started encountering ourselves here and there. Being a Muhima, she doesn’t kneel when greeting and calls her parents by their second names, which we don’t do in Bunyoro, hence branding them manner less.
On our third encounter, which was in the bush because she and two of her sisters were grazing their cattle, I noticed Kaka’s pointed breasts that seemed like they wanted to pierce her blouse.
Being me, my thoughts were “bunyuma okununa”. Of course, I kept my dirty thoughts to myself.
Once in a while, she would greet like, “Hello Hyena” minus pulling the Mister. And it was on such an incident when our affair was accidentally kick started.
I was playing pool with some boys when she walked to Scovia’s shop and was like “how are you Hyena.” Only for Yakuub to reply, telling her to show some manners. He told her that I was someone important and so she should show some respect by referring to me as Mister.
Yakuub wondered why Banyankole didn’t have manners. Of course, Yakuub and his comrades were benefiting from my happy wallet. In response, Kaka said she never respects anyone who can’t wrestle her to the ground. That jammed all the guys, they threw her all kinds of insults which included things like, “ogira obugulu. No wonder your behind looks like they kulanda off your booty. Of all the milk you drink and are still like a reed.”
Others told her she had kudibira kulujja and was now trying to seduce them. Two wished her to die of covid. In response, Kaka was like, “You are dissing me because I refused you….you’re all useless, you’re only good at destroying girls’ futures and breaking into people’s homes to steal their properties.
Broke legion…you’re saying all that because you want him to buy you kombucha and mukama nayamba. You’re throwing me all kinds of insults, but privately you all beg me.
And for your information me and Hyena are deep waters…..we have places we meet minus you! If you must know, he is my husband so diss me carefully because you will end up annoying him.”
To win the fight from Scovia’s shop, Kaka grabbed me by the hand and led me away, “now, I’ve taken him go hang! Ekyabula muba sisters bamwe yakizula munze!”
“Chief, be careful. She has Aids,” One yob shouted only for Kaka to show him the middle finger.
Since the guys had thrown her serious insults, I decided to make her feel comfortable. First, I asked why she had rejected their love advances. “Love who of them? What can they give me?”
Next I accused her of kunsibako amatu g’embuzi okundisa engo.“Those guys are going to ambush me and beat me for nothing,” I said in a concerned tone. Kaka laughed and accused me of okwetisa tisa ebitalimu.
“Well, if they beat you, I will give you.”
On hearing that, I was like, “Iiiiii Kaka so all along you wish me death!”
I lamented how they were to likely attack me with iron bars and big stones that would kill me instantly.
I then told her how death wouldn’t hurt a lot, but I was dying for something I hadn’t done. “So let’s enter that bush and do it such that I die over something, I did.”
For some reason, Kaka found my words and concerns funny. But when she next spoke, she said something I least expected. “Nga whom do you take in the bush to be pinched by thorns and bitten by snakes.”
To that I was, “don’t start kiremye. If you don’t want to lay on the ground, good you’re portable, I will carry you….that way thorns won’t pinch you and snakes won’t bite you.”
What had started as a joke had now fully consumed me. Deep inside, I was thinking, “bwekalobamu I will show her fire.”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bush but she resisted. “Not now, I still have something to do at home.” The operative word being ‘not now!’ I couldn’t believe my ears.
Being the opportunist I am, I was “it won’t take long. Will be quick.” Only for Kaka to say, “wait will do it in the afternoon.” We agreed on a time and place. 3pm being the time.
2pm found me waiting. At the agreed place and time, I waited and waited. But Kaka didn’t show up. She refused to answer my calls. So, I sent her airtime such that she would call once she got to her phone. I waited until 8pm and left.
Around 11pm, she texted begging me to forgive her. That her mother had sent her on an errand and she left the phone. I spent the following two hours confessing my love as well as defending myself against allegations of adultery leveled against me.
After the texts, Mama Joan, with whom I shared the bed, suffered on Kaka’s behalf. I drilled her into thinking of Kaka.
And planned on doing the same to Kaka come sunrise, but for two days, she kept me at bay.
Feeding me stories. On the third day, while in town, she called to say hello. We got talking, telling her I was in town, and Kaka asked what I was going to bring her.
So, I bought her a tin of biscuits, sweets plus other snacks. By the time I arrived in the neighborhood, it was 8pm. Too late for Kaka to leave home. But I was dying to see her so I Asked what place we could meet. We agreed to meet by the tree behind the latrine.
Indeed, love or is it lust, makes us fools. If there were cameras watching and broadcasting me on Tv, people would have been shocked, seeing an important man like me, struggling through the bushes to access a chick.
To cut a long story short, shortly after arriving behind the latrine, Kaka came, gave me a hug and left with the kavera of gifts.
From Kaka’s place, I went to ambush Mrs. Julius. She had promised to give me ko that night. But as I waited, I was text chatting with Kaka, whom I begged for two kisses. “Nawe……let me come for just two kisses,” I pleaded in a text.
Kaka finally agreed and off I hurried. Good thing their dog had died. Upon getting to the meeting spot, I alerted her and she came. First, she accused me of kulemerako.
She then told me how I was lucky because my mother – in – law wasn’t around or else, she wouldn’t have come out. That was followed by a wet French kiss during which I got to feel her pointing boobs.
After that I knelt to have a second kiss. Kaka almost ran away mbu that wasn’t part of the plan. “But, I asked for two kisses. One here and the second south.”
Like with my other Victims, I told Kaka not to worry. “Be it you stink or what, I will still love you so much,” I said in a soft calm tone. I then applied some force and did what I wanted.
We ended up on the ground doing more than kissing. Someone had beaten me to her virginity. But the someone wasn’t huge like mwah.
The objective of round one was to break a nut in her. After achieving that, I went for the second. That night, I slept the happiest man.
Since then, I have been hooked on her. You see, Kaka turned out to be the kind that moves like a caterpillar. That plus a lot of el-nino and being playful has endeared me to her. As for Kaka, she too can’t get enough of me.
She wants us to do it at any given chance. We’ve done it in almost all the bushes in the village. Meaning Afande may nab me anytime.
But be if he doesn’t, Afande Adam of Wakiso may kill me for turning his bootylicious wife into a sex toy. Details of that are a tale for another time.
Till then, I remain yours truly, Mr. Hyena.
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