“I Snatched His Girlfriend and Ran for My Life Years Later” -The Wild Story of Abuga and the Kibera Love Triangle

Kuna mkisii fulani alikuwa anaitwa Abuga, nilimgongea kitambo nikiishi Kibera after high school, and I had to run away from that place to go live with my sister in Umoja.

In fact, I have never gone back to Kibera ever since that time.

His girlfriend was a pretty chic, who had just completed high school, and at the time, she had come to live with her aunt while studying a certificate in computer packages.

Wueh, that Baite Chiquita was pretty AF, and I had never seen anything as beautiful as her. Given a chance, I would still go back in time and bang again.

Abuga was the first to ingiza her box, and when she saw me, the whole game changed. She only wanted to be with me, and nothing more. She even told Abuga that she wasn’t interested in him, and that she wasn’t going to continue seeing him.

Abuga crode and crode, but the lady wasn’t hearing any of it. He tried asking her who it was she had met, but she kept my identity a secret since she knew he would somehow harm me.

He would send her money in the hope that she would make a turnaround and go back to him. Instead, she would call me immediately and take me somewhere, we’d go eat on her bill, then, using Abuga’s money, I would take her to my friend’s house and harvest Abuga’s beans mercilessly.

When Abuga got wind that the snatcher was kasee #Wolokoso, he went nuts and started hunting me.

Someone told me that he, Abuga, was seriously looking for me to teach me a lesson for doing to him what I did to that person who sent me money and attempted to reverse it, but I declined the reversal and owned the money as MIND

Knowing hasira za mkisii too well, I quickly packed my best clothes and left for Umoja One, pale K Estate, opposite PCEA Church.

I continued chewing the lady, and the more she snubbed him, the more he looked for me.

I eventually dumped her when she joined KMTC, but Abuga never got over that fine chic.

Many years later, I was in town walking pale karibu na BS, then I met face-to-face with Abuga.

My heart stopped beating, nikaishiwa na nguvu buana, and when I looked at his facial expression and sensed hostility, I took off like Usain Bolt.

I sprinted bila kuangalia nyuma, taking vichochoro until I found myself on the other side of the road, outside Nairobi Aviation College. He couldn’t match my speed I tell you.

Had I not run away from Abuga that day, he would have swallowed me alive. He was still angry at me for what I did to him many years ago.

The lady I was talking about meeting in a matatu today with Wolokoso Jnr, was the same lady I had snatched from Abuga, and we really had a nice time as I told her the story.

She even narrated how hard Abuga took in and never fully soaked in the rejection. I think every time I meet Abuga, I still will have to ran to save my life.

We laughed until we shed tears.