THE SHAMBA BOY

  Mercy stood up, went to her bedroom and came back with her handbag. She proceeded to remove some tablets, put them on the table and looked at Ken.“Ken, are these what you call ARVs?” Mercy asked. Ken remained silent.The situation was so tensed. I took the packet and tried to figure out what the tablets were but could not.“Mercy, these are not ARVs but what are they?” I asked her.“I went to the hospital when I was feeling unwell, explained to them and they gave me these tablets. I also don’t know what they are.” Mercy told us.“So, you are taking tablets which you too don’t know?” I asked her.“So long as I get well, who cares?” Mercy asked and packed the drugs back to their papers.“We can go for HIV test if you don’t believe me.” Mercy told us.I felt amused. So, Ken thought all drugs were for HIV?Ken looked at Mercy for some seconds, as if wanting to say something.“All right, you both owe each other an apology, we need to make pea

  “Just do another test please, and this time am staying here till I get results.” I told Ivy. Since my bladder was already full from drinking much fluids, it was not hard obtaining another urine sample. We did the test and it turned out negative. “Phew!” I breathed out a sigh of relief. “You are safe, at least for now.” Ivy told me. “I feel so excited, I am happy that it was not positive, wow! I would have fainted here.” I was so excited I wanted to dance. Ivy just looked at me. “Why won’t we meet for a cup of coffee as you tell me more?” Ivy suggested. “Cool, make it in the evening, I will come to a restaurant of your choice.” I told Ivy. I left and drove back to my place. “Oh! Glad you are back. Come along.” Ken told me once he saw me without even greeting me. I followed him to the cow shed. I immediately knew what was wrong as soon as I saw one of the cows; it looked sickly. “What has happened?” I asked Ken.

“But you have been too busy to meet me.” Ivy accused me.“Hmmm, girlfriend, if you insist.” I told her. Suddenly, Ivy got a call.“It is from my husband.” She stood, excused herself and went outside to answer the call since inside it was a little noisy due to the music. She talked for almost 10 minutes.“My dear, sorry I have to go. We shall talk later.” Ivy told me.“Is anything the matter?” I asked her. She breathed in and out deeply and heavily.“If you call me at 9 pm today and be unable to pick your calls, I will be dead.” Ivy said.“Come on! You are scaring me.” I told her but she was already on her feet about to go.“Grace, please allow me to go, we will catch up.” Ivy said. We walked outside together. As soon as we were outside, Ivy called a taxi.“Hmmm, girlfriend, we shall meet once more, see you!” Ivy told me, gave me a quick hug and got into the cab. She waved as she went.=====At exactly 8 pm, Ivy called. I received the call feeling ne

I had always admired Ken, our resident Shamba boy. The man had a way better physique compared to that of my husband who was plump, with a huge pot belly and layers of fat hanging from his body while weighing almost 100 kg. it was always tiresome having sex with him. But Ken was muscular due to working hard in our farm, he would easily lift a 90 kg sack of cow feed and carry it to the store with much ease. He always wore a vest when working which made his bulging muscles even more pronounced as he walked around. Though not being the dark type as he was a little light skinned, he had a great complexion. The problem with Ken is he was uneducated and would barely speak English.But whenever I saw him working in our shamba at our rural home, my heart would skip a bit wondering how it would feel to be in his powerful arms in an embrace or doing even some more erotic acts. This always made me feel guilty as I had never cheated on my husband since I got married to him for almost 10 y

In the evening, I cooked some nice fish and Ugali. I invited in Ken who came a bit earlier since he had planned his work well and finished early. My husband was still abroad so there was no chance I would get caught in case things got passionate.I had cooked even some nice tea with tea masala.So, we sat watching the movie not knowing how to let the cat out of the bag and let Ken know my desires. g“So, Ken how do you lift such heavy sacks, a while 90 kg? you must be so strong!” I told him trying to tease him along with words. He laughed a little.“Madam, they are not 90 kg, they are 70 kg. I told you I do exercises to remain strong since my work is physically tasking and demanding.” Ken told me.“Oh! I had not noticed, all right.” I told him.“Ken, are you married?” I asked him. “Oh! No. If I was married you would know.” Ken told me.“Do you have a girl friend?” I asked him.“No, not at the moment. We broke up some months a go so am stil