Madam wa Harrier 001 (The Harrier Lady 001)

The best love story is when you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time. What a horny world we live in. Rita’s husband walked away from her leaving her sad, desolate, bleak and abandoned. Three years into their relationship they both had found nothing attractive in each other for them to keep banging. The following is part of my experience with a sugar mummy: madam wa Harrier. In my weirdest of thoughts, never had it ever crossed my mind that a cashed lady can one day get attracted to my ugly face. Rita must be among the few women who come from the school of thought, ‘ugly ones are the best beasts’. How she ended up liking my face is what I have never cracked till today. Rita, a voluptuous, exquisite, charming middle aged lady approached me at the parking lot. ‘Sasa?’ She greeted me as she signalled me towards her car: a black harrier.’Tafadhali nisaidie kujump start gari yangu’ she requested me. Rita must have thought that since I live in the same flat I own a car.’Wait a moment’ I requested as I rushed up the stairs. I woke up Johnny to assist me with his car Keys. Johnny was my immediate neighbour, whose waking up schedule started past 11am on Sundays. He quickly handed me the keys through the door hole and I left to offer assistance. Just to remind you, this is work of fiction. The names, characters and locations used are work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or places is coincidental. So us we be at par, be reminded that this work is not suitable for adults who still suck their thumbs. You are therefore advised to stop here.
‘Thank you so so much, am grateful’ she thanked me as she took my number. She drove off. It was a Sunday morning, quite chilly and most of my neighbours had not woken up. I don’t know if it’s a Kenyan culture but Sunday mornings are always quiet neighbourhoods. It was the first time I met Rita, she told me she had seen me twice or thrice going up the stair case.As a man of God, I never bother looking at peoples wives when we have a whole array of young fine ngeos in the back yard. This was 2015 Dec, if you remember well that year everybody migrated from the village to Nairobi for holidays. I returned the Keys to Johnny and left for church, though very late.
At about 8pm that evening twi twi KLHF67766MDT 6,000 RECEIVED FROM RITA. NEW MPESA BALANCE 6001. While I was trying to think who ths could be a txt followed, ‘Thanks dear. Hio ni ahsante kwa kuninsaindia asubui. Nytz’. ‘You are welcome. Good night too’. I replied. I placed away the phone and started thinking on how to utilise the money. Before I could finish subdividing it my phone vibrated again. ‘Kwani hujalala dear. Unadu?’ Rita responded. ‘Ndo metoka bafu nataka kulala sasa. Meshukuru kwa mpesa’ I replied. ‘wish ngekua tuoge pamoja’…What could this mother be up to? I asked myself. I never took offence with how she used the word DEAR until the showering together text came in. I put my phone on silent and slept. Given that I slept late, I woke up at 10am, peed and came back to sleep. After all I was 6001 shillings rich. I did not catch sleep again. I was evaluating the teams to place a bet on when my mulika mwizi lighting . It was Rita. ‘Leo umeamua hutapik kols zangu?’ She started. ‘Pole nilikua nimetoka ndo hata nimerudi’ I lied. After a short talk she told me she will call me at lunch break. After she hanged I found 3 missed calls and 2 messages. One of it 2030 Mpesa transfer and the other a confirmation that the money is meant for my breakfast. I quickly bought airtime from Mpesa and called her. ‘Pole Madam,’ I started. ‘Nimekuambia usiniite madam’ she interrupted angrily. I had forgotten by close of texting the previous night she had started referring to me as Wambu.
‘Sasa Wambu?’ I started again. ‘Poa sana… Yaani huwezi hata niita dear?’ she inquired. We talked until my bamba 20 was depleted. Its then I realised she was upto something. But what if her husband learns of ths? I asked myself. I tried to avoid her by all means but she was persistent in texting way past
midnight. One night while we were chatting she opened up and told me she is a single mum. I had declined having supper from her house in one occasion. So I knew ths is a trap to have me go to her house.
Our friendship grew in leaps and bounds though I didn’t want it to go to the lovers point. One Friday evening she requested me to pick her from her work place. Hapo Electricity house.I took to Njeris house, bought a jerrican of water, I took a full shower and left for town. I was a rich man so I opted to take ‘Royal AKA Adija Palmer’ manyanga instead of Kenya bus that can keep you on the road the whole afternoon. By 3pm I was in town. I texted her. Just have something in one of the cafes I will come by 4pm.
I settled for Nazareth. A lady bounced from one of the pillars and stretched the menu to me. After several minutes of gambling I settled for DAWA, a concoction. I settled on it because it was the cheapest beverage available. After about 20mins my phone vibrated. ‘SASA dea? Umekaa wapi?’. It was Rita confirming my location. I gestured my palm in the air, she swung her hips like the women market to my direction. I stood and hugged her. I pulled the chair for her. She tasted my concoction, folding her face, ‘Kwani unakunywa nini?’ Unataka kuslim?’ She inquired. I laughed rubbing that question off as we sank into our discussion. Its then she offered to buy me a new phone so that we can whatsap. We got out and she got me a new Oppo. We used the shops wifi and I downloaded whatsap. We were done and she requested me to take a ride in her car. I did not decline. We walked to the basement parking lot and we drove off to Jogoo road. Her legs were not that long and she had to move forward to reach the gear levers. Every movement of her body pulled her skirt up. At first she pretended to pull it down but it did not continue for long. Her vehicle was manual meaning she had to keep shifting the gear. This made it worse, she occasionally pulled her dress up exposing the thighs. What the hell is this? It reached a point where her thighs were literally visible. Thank God the windows were deeply tinted. Nobody else saw what I was seeing. As if that was not enough, she requested me to pick her phone that had fallen near the brake pedal. Of course I am a man and I am not blind. As I was picking the phone I was tempted to look up.saitani. As if she had sensed it and wanting to provoke me more. She moved a leg a little bit increasing the field of view. wah women can be witches. After picking the phone madam looked at me and smiled. I knew everything that happened was intentional.
We arrived home without doing anything weird. She asked me if I was comfortable if we talked from her house.....