TWISTED(When Desire Unveils Hidden Secrets)

By Amos Bwire

Four

Secret Obsession

“A sexually satisfied man is like a dog that is well fed;
you won’t find it digging through the garbage.”

Winter season was approaching.
The weather was a bit chilly in A-City, and there was no difference on that Friday afternoon of May 2009. Showers had been raining since morning on that second of his five days official stay there. That afternoon; he had already closed his assignments for the day and was now back at the Hotel for lunch and a nap, looking ahead for his first Friday evening at A- City. It was almost 0230pm and he was hungry. He dropped off his Laptop bag in his hotel room and went straight to the restaurant for a lunch. Onsea Hotel was only 7 minutes drive from City centre and with a restaurant, boasting for freshly made brasserie dishes accompanied by the finest specially selected wines, strived to be one of the best luxury bed and breakfast in Arusha.
The waiter came immediately and took his order; he had an appetite for burgers that day, as it was highly recommended to him by the hotel’s chief cook earlier that day that he had to feel the taste of Onsea burgers. He ordered a beef burger with fries.
His favorite cucumber juice came first. He was sipping on it as the newspaper guy came at his table. He bought a Men’s Health magazine as well as a News Week. For the next twenty minutes, Manu was busy reading magazines, while enjoying his cucumber juice. A moment later, he lifted his head, flexed his neck muscles as his eyes scanned around the place and ended up at the car park. There, he saw her…
She was closing the door of a metallic green Chevy Camaro sport coupe. Then walked towards restaurant; she paused a little at the entrance, then headed towards an empty table, few meters away from his, on the opposite. Rushed at her and before she knew it, he was pulling a chair for her. He took her order, and split. It took the waiter only seconds to come back, with a glass of limejuice. She took on the straw and sipped from the glass, once, then stopped, ran her tongue over her like lips. She rolled her eyes around the room while getting hold of her lemon green leather purse. She opened it, drew out some papers, and spread them on the table. For the next ten minutes, she was busy reading on and signing them.
She did not have any idea that, someone, few tables away from her, was observing all movements she was making. She was the girl one would love to have on his side any given day, anywhere…regardless.
With a honey dip complexion, her body portrayed an ultra-Seductive look, while demonstrating the time well spent in a fitness gym. She had on a fitted lime-green long sleeved satin shirt with flower print details that had few loosened top buttons, forming slit that gave a glimpse of her knockout boobs. She was in a pale Denim Jeans that tightly enveloped the package, that well-proportioned number-eight, a mixed product of Luo father and Nyakyusa mother. Her smooth feet were on lime green suede thongs.
All in all, that simple combination gave her a dazzlingly sexy look, with her cool, jet-black Afro, a nice pair of dangling earrings, several bangles on her left hand and a necklace, adding spices to that look.
Satisfied with what he saw, Manu dropped his eyes back to the magazine. He only pretended to be reading it, but truth is, he had lost all the appetite for it that he could not even remember on which page he really was in. The girl opposite him was ultra sexy with such seduction-queen look that wrapped up a package too good to be human. As experienced in the art as he would have claimed to be, he was almost gotten hit by a thunderbolt.
Now she had paused the signing of papers, glanced at her wristwatch, flipped the fullness of her dark-sensual lips, ran her tongue over them, in one slight curve. She afterward rolled her eyes around the place. She was there to meet a business partner, an Italian Contractor, whom she had been expecting to arrive any moment from that time.
Now, when she rolled her eyes around, this time, she happened to see Manu. At that moment, the whole of her world froze and she missed few of her heartbeats. This was the man who always overwhelmed her bedtime fantasies.
He donned a Navy short-sleeved Exacts shirt that fitted well on his well-built upper body, a fitting black Stitches Jeans, with dark-brown JP Tods classic shoes. His sizable frame looked so handsomely in the combination. It was her turn to watch every of his movements, from swapping magazines to sipping his cucumber juice and not once did he seem to be paying any homage to her sacred presence. She needed him to look at her. She wanted him to start something, immediately. He must notice me, he should have... She thought, and ten minutes later, still his eyes haven't really shifted off those magazines. She noticed his reactions when his dinner arrived, as he rushed on it like a starved lion that just got hold of its first prey. She smiled at herself, and before that smile faded away, without any notice his eyes shifted straight at her direction. They locked eyes, and she was gotten off guard, knowing not about what to do next. Luckily yet surprisingly, without a blink or any sign that he had taken a note of her presence, his eyes moved back to his Men’s Health magazine. But, her pride was hurt.
Her mind shifted a bit from him as her mobile rang from inside her purse. She quickly picked it. It was her Italian contractor calling to apologize that he had an emergency and wouldn’t make it there. She accepted his apology on the basis that they were to meeting next morning in her office. She put her iPhone back into her purse, and she was back to the guy opposite her, Manu. Within no time, the struggle in between her legs began. It was her abnormally-overgrown clitoris. It caused her a lot of discomfort, especially in a scene like the one she was in now, and the tight Jeans she was wearing wasn't doing her any favor.
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She was just five years old. She was the only child in the family, with no other close friend except their house maid, Tatu. Tatu was 14yrs old and already very experienced sexually. The two shared a bedroom.
It started out as a normal tease; at night, Tatu would come over to her bed and ask her to pull down her Pajamas. Then she would start to play with her premature nipples, fingering her genitals and even lick and suck her seed.... At first, she felt nothing specially, but later on, she began enjoy the act. She experienced that taboo acts for almost five years and she became addicted to it, while keeping it as a top secret between the two! Tatu was the person responsible for the loss of her cherry. She was 11years old and was now sharing toys of different size and girth with Tatu, and by the time she turned 13, some critical changes occurred onto her; her twat was getting abnormally wider and lousy, at the same time her clit was getting overly developed. She started losing control over her sex drive. Her bean was staying aroused and thicker almost all the time; Tatu was the only person who could help cool her down...However, doing so led to her vaginal walls getting wider and lousy. And somewhere down the line her clit was also growing in size. By the time she turned 18, her bean was stunningly engorged. Now she was having difficulties in controlling herself. Consultations of three different vulva specialists didn’t offer any clear answer to her problems. All suggested that the only clear reason for having such excessively large clitoris would usually be due to too much use of testosterone or steroids, the same way a man grows breasts by taking female hormones. Fact that she had never used any, led it to be believed to be some kind of abnormal hormonal imbalance, which added to lack of any proven medical evidences in a relationship between the size of her clit and hyper arousal problems she had. The only quick option regarding her size was a surgery; option that would have cost a lot of money that would need for the case to be brought to her parent’s attention for them to pay for it. She was negative towards it. By the time she saw the third doctor, who suggested a list of physical exercises to her that would have helped to tighten her vaginal muscles; already she had accepted the reality that there was no medical cure to her problems.
She turned her attention to girls, avoiding men for as much as she could.
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Now, sitting just few tables away from Manu, she was having a very difficult time controlling herself. Sweat had broken out on her, and her breathing had increasingly become labored. She was in a state of incredible arousal. She got mad at herself.
Her food already had arrived, but she had not even touched it. She had lost all the appetite for it. That wasn’t the kind of food her body really craved for. She stole a quick glance at Manu, to her relief, he was still onto magazines. Quickly, she collected herself. She knew she was to leave that place as soon. Otherwise things would have turned awkwardly. Seconds later, she was on the ignition.

He moved his eyes to where she was seated… She was gone! He scanned the place, his eyes searching for her presence there to no avail. He switched towards the parking lot… And there she was, on the driver’s seat. He wasn’t aware of what happened next, he just found himself on his feet rushing towards parking lot, his hands flying like a drowning man seeking for a rescue boat…
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“Hello there, would you mind if I...” It happened so fast that he could not finish what he was to say...
Through a sight mirror she saw Manu touching the car from behind. She didn’t understand a bit of that drama. She had already switched on the engine and the car was on a reverse gear. As confused as she was, she attempted a brake, but instead she pressed on the accelerator and the car reversed, hard. Manu was not aware of that, so as he was stretching his hand to touch the rear side of the car, he saw it coming at him. He had no chance. The car hit him and he swung hopelessly, straight down, knocking his head on the concrete pavement. He saw stars and was blacked out.

In total shock, she stopped the car and got out of it, ran towards Manu’s helpless body sprawled on the concrete floor. “Help, please-help-heeelp!” She screamed. Within seconds, several people, staring at her and her victim, surrounded her. She needed their help to carry him inside the car. However, some of the people were reluctant to do so; they believed that the unconscious person on the concrete floor must have been a carjacker who was attempting to steal her car. Nevertheless, her very emotional reaction towards the incident surprised some too. She was so confused.
They helped her, anyway, urging her to rush him straight to Mount Meru Hospital, and on arrival, she ushered for an emergency help.
Manu was, by that time, half-conscious. Could not actually know what was happening to him.
She made sure that he was given fast-track services and she couldn’t agree with doctors when it was suggested for her to step aside and let them do their job. On replying to what happened on who was that man to her, she lied that he was her man and had accidentally slipped on the slab at home and knocked his head off... The doctors undressed him in order to perform a CT scan on his skull and body. The pressure was on her again when doctors told her to undress Manu. She had no alternative since she’d told them that he was her man.
Oh my, I have never seen a man as beautiful as this! She was thinking, staring at Manu’s strong body that was now covered by a sleeveless stripped-white hospital robe, a sweet Lacoste scent cutting into her nostrils- She silently said different kind of prayers to God, to spare the guy’s life.

Initial diagnostic report came with some good news. Manu’s condition was not that bad. He had suffered no fractured bone and there was no internal bleeding. She felt whispered at herself, “Thanks Lord!” And she was so relieved.
He just had a bruise on his head and on his right shoulder and was treated with painkillers, and put him on rest until when he was fully recovered.
She did not leave that bed until the time Manu regained full consciousness. It was 6pm, almost three hours since the accident. He was shocked and so embarrassed to find out that he was stripped to a hospital robe, in a hospital bed. As he glanced on his left he was knocked off by the sight of a stunning girl, sitting beside his legs. Am I dreaming or something? He tried to bring in some memories. He recalled seeing the girl somewhere earlier that day. Where? He had many questions. What happened to me? Why am I in hospital? Who are you? Why are you sitting beside me...? However, the headache was killing him. It was like someone was banging a hammer inside out. The pains silenced him… he just was gazing at the girl…blankly.

“Ooh, you are back! Are you ok..? Relax, ok? Uh-ah-you had an accident... But I-uh-I mean you happened to hurt your head, but don’t worry, you’ll be fine, the doctors said you’re fine, you’ll be fine." She was trying, hard. Her voice was in tremors. “Oh sorry…I’m…”
“It’s ok, it’s—ooh shit!” He squeezed his eyes in pain, but quickly managed to forge a smile through pains. “I’m... hey, why am I stripped..? Who undressed me..?”

She jumped off the bed, like she expected to be attacked. She didn’t know how he would react, but had to tell him anyway, apologetically, that it was her who undressed him. However, she said she was as sorry, there was no alternative. He forced himself to understand. Later on, she explained everything that had happened to him, since the time he hit the concrete floor at Onsea parking lot, up to that moment and that she remained there since she couldn’t leave him alone, and as the source of all that drama, she was assuming full responsibility and was ready to face any consequences.
Though Manu struggled to figure out the whole thing, her story and the way she narrated it got home with him so well. He would have forgotten her even if he would have lost both of her legs that day. Afterwards, Manu remembered everything that had happened, but there was some familiarity of that girl to him. Her Kenyan accent was so familiar to him. I must have seen her somewhere before.... He had thought.
Half an hour later, he was discharged. In addition he was given some medications and was told to get back there next day if the pains persisted.
As they walked along the hospital corridors, the heavy rain started falling. She asked for Manu to wait for her at the reception as she ran out in the rain to where her car was parked. A minute later he could see her car in front of the area. Before he realized it, she was running back to take him. She gave him a shoulder, up to the car. He needed a slight support. His head was still aching. His legs were a bit heavy. His back was sore, but didn’t matter much as he was drunk on a sexy Secret-Obsession fragrance coming off She.
Now in the car, she made sure he was well seated on the passenger seat, before she moved around to a driver’s seat. As soon as she closed her door, she said, “Sorry Mr, I’m don’t feel comfortable to leave you alone in such condition you’re in, so if you find it ok, I can take you to my place, Njiro, for the night of observation, and then you may go back to your hotel tomorrow morning…”
She glanced at Manu, who had a slight battle on how to respond to that.
“I have enough space there. I normally stay at the house whenever I come here for my business trips. You may have a perfect rest there. There is no one else around… and I can…I mean, I can take good care of you while there...” She was awkwardly persuading him.
“Take care of me? Oh, please, I’m ok, though I’m not feeling comfortable to go to the hotel while still feeling this much pains, because...”
“Then please, let’s go together at my place. You still need some rest, and I swear you won’t regret it, tomorrow…”
“You said where your house is? Maybe I may stay for few hours and get back to my Hotel, if not that far away...” He suggested.

“Here in Arusha it’s in Njiro. In Dar, it is in Mikocheni area nearby TPDC quarters. I trade my working between Dar and Arusha.”
“Wow, really? Okay, that’s good for you...” He then found no reason to argue with her anymore. He simply accepted her invitation. And one thing he was sure of from the way she had handled the matter at the hospital, her demeanor and the type of car she was driving, was that she wasn’t the likes of a hooker or gold-digger.
They drove silently for like ten minutes. Then she broke the silence, “How’s Misoji doing?”
He was stunned. His dry lips went even drier. “Oh--uh…I think she’s fine. I spoke to her today morning… So you know my wife huh?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember me, Mr.” she said, a little disappointed.
Then memories swept inside his mind like waterfalls. Instantly he remembered her, completely. He felt so stupid to not remembering her earlier that day. He apologized for being that dumb. She was okay, as long as she now was getting to a bit of a comfort zone with him. And he felt a bit same himself, though he kept his mind alert incase of any slipups. They exchanged few more laughs concerning the events took place during the day. Jokes were part of it as well as some old information.

“Oh, gosh!” A sharp pain that cut through his head forced them to switch topics.
“Oh, your head…! Oh Pole-ee. Could I do something, we get back to hospital?”
“Oh, no-no. Not that bad-oh-I mean, not bad. Just drive. Will be ok.” But he was hurting. He closed his eyes and gone mute.
Minutes later, he felt her soft hand touching his lap. He opened his eyes.
“Here we are. Warmly welcome!” She said, her face close from his, he could sense the warmth of her fresh breath. He felt a weak twinge up his spine. Damn, she tastes good, man! He thought. She rolled and opened the door for him.
And just before he opened the car door, he saw his wallet, and a pack of his Marlboro, on her dashboard. She had kept them after they fell off his pockets during the early incident.

Her house was classic. It was a medium size, one storey building with beautiful trees surrounding it and a garden full of fragrance flowers. Security guard was already there as the automated gate disappeared on one side, the car directly headed to the garage where there was another metallic-black Infiniti FX, parked inside. She assisted Manu inside the house. The living room setup was lovely. She showed him onto the sofa before she disappeared for a moment. When she was back, she had a glass of apple juice that she offered to Manu. She left him on the sofa and climbed the stairs.
Manu leaned back in the sofa, his eyes reflective on that young woman’s exquisite profile. He marveled at the incredible chain of events that had taken place that day. This woman is something! He thought in the end. He felt a little freshened up after finishing that glass of juice, and was regaining strength. But when he rolled his head to flex his neck it was a mistake. He felt like he was stabbed with sharp knife behind his neck. He quietly slumped on the sofa, agonizing.

When she came back, she had changed into a white night gown with a matching bathrobe.
She said, while approaching where he was seated, “You may go and have your shower Manu, then...”
He interrupted her, “Ooh, I can’t. Can’t make it, dear. My head is killing me, oh jeez…”
“Oh, my God, Manu, what’ve you done to yourself? I told you to relax. It wasn’t me, but that was doctor’s instruction…I think we need to go back to hospital, right now. Serious.” She said. Caringly, was now holding His neck and his head in her hands, resting them on her lap.
“Where? Hospital? No way! You know, I’m not used to Hospitals. Pills will do the trick. I just need few minutes to be alright.”
“Oh! Men and their prides…” she muttered.
He felt like laughing, but the pain was excruciating. “I may need your favor, my dear?” he said.
“Yes, please, what’s that?” She offered unconditionally.
“I really want to have a shower but I can’t make it right now, unless you give me a hand… After all, you’ve seen my naked body already, huh?”
Her heart skipped a beat. She cried out inside, No! Go to hell you fool, how can I touch that body without quenching my hundred-year-old thirsty? Well, she accepted his request and led him upstairs.
She helped him undress, while talking to her inner body not to pay much attention to his intriguing body, avoiding the powerful sexual response that once started could have been hard to stop. She then helped him into the bathtub, and put him in warm water she already had mixed with fine soap. She told him to relax, and really he did. Actually, at one time, he almost got hypnotized. She rubbed his entire body with more of that liquid soap with a jasmine fragrance.
Through that entire ordeal she was sinfully-wet down there. To her, staring at Manu’s proportioned physique and his commanding endowment; she could see a man who had always been a centre of her illicit fantasies. Oh God, have mercy on me… She thought as she was gently rolling Manu to one side, exposing his rear end. And as he was laid back relaxed with his eyes closed, he tensed up a bit as she progressed from gently rubbing that perfumed soap up and down his dump. He moaned a little and again relaxed; enjoying the sensation from the place that he had never been touched before. After about fifteen minutes of somehow-sensual bathing, she was through with him and she herself could take no more of the torture. She assisted him off the tub and gently dried him off.
He felt so cared and had to really say something. “You know, I won’t live to forget this special mome…”
She interrupted him. “Don’t start that, please.”
When he looked into her face he could sense by the look in her eyes that she was all that fire, burning up. He felt so ‘weak’ for not being able to play a virile macho male for her that night. She did not seem to mind much, though. Instead, she smiled, quietly and said, “Let us get out of here…” as she was helping him back to the living room, and laid him down onto the sofa. She disappeared again, this time to the kitchen.
Minutes later, she was back, a beautiful serving tray in her hands. She put it on the coffee table nearby Manu. There was a chilled bowl of gazpacho soup with three slices of buttered brown bread. He was already asleep, so relaxed on the sofa. Oh God, he is cute! She thought. Then woke him up for a soup and sat beside him, watching him eating.
Manu found the soup so wonderful. The blended of tomatoes, cucumbers, green bell peppers, onions, garlic, olive oil, vinegar and a little bit of salt together, that made really delicious combination.
Thereafter she brought in a main course. It was boiled potatoes with beef stew. And this time they ate together, silently. She later on brought some chocolate, fine berries and cream dessert. And by the time they were finished with eating, Manu was feeling much-much better. “Would you mind if I smoke one?”
“Not at all, never mind…just have your time. I do smoke too, sometimes. But not that one, I do Kool Milds.”
No, wonder why her lips are so dark and ripe! Manu thought, as he gazed at her.
“Have problems with smoking women, Manu…? A lot of men do.” She was a bit anxious.
“Hey-hey-hey, you don’t know… I may fall for a woman just by the sight of her smoking… I’m so down with smoking women…"
“Really? But why?”
“I don’t know, really. But truly I am.”
“The first man I heard saying so. Strange!” Saying so, she wore that satisfying smile on her face as he complemented her on that. Manu’s charm and deep personality was becoming more infectious to her. She brought him a lighter and an ashtray. After an hour or so with him there, she found out that Manu was not feeling very ok, he just was trying hard not to show it. Tough guy… Silly guy. She thought, and then asked him if was feeling tired and was ready to go to bed.
He said yes, and that he was feeling sleepy, but the truth was he felt more and more okay and he knew if he was to stay there at that Sofa with that diamond-queen for half an hour more, it could have turned into a different story. He decided to grab that chance and forge an escape.
She took him upstairs to the room, which was quite opposite of hers, not in the guest room on the other side of the house.
The room was beautiful, neat, and well arranged. Giving fresh lemon fragrance and fresh air coming off the half-open sliding glass windows, and there was nothing more there than a wide luxurious bed, wardrobe, and a side table. She threw an intended colorfully gesture at him and patted him a ‘Good night…’ then headed to her bedroom.
That night was a torment, to both of them.
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It was 0630am.
She dragged her body out of bed, sat on a dressing table for few minutes. She then walked out of bedroom, roamed along corridors aimlessly. She was sudden dampened in her armpits as she was now facing the guest room’s door; her patient’s door. She felt the urge to knock the door, but decided against it. Instead, she sneaked her eye at the keyhole, to see whether he was awake or not.
She had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from making a silly sound, on what she could see from inside that room.
Manu was still on bed, laid on his back, legs spread out, in his birth suit…
She felt a rush of blood through her body, her legs felt weak as she dragged her body down onto the floor. She leaned her body on the wall, beside the door, waited for few minutes, braced herself, and knocked the door. “Hellooo…‘morning!” She greeted him.
“Yeah, ooh…’morning! ” His voice heavy, sleepy. Oh what time is it…? He thought as he pulled himself straight off bed, and put his boxers on.
“How are you doing, Mr.? How is your…”
“I’m as rocky, courtesy of you, doctor!” He replied. They laughed together as he was opening the door. Standing there together, they looked so beautiful.
“Oh, I’m flattered! And how is your head? You didn’t play with it again, is it?”
“Oh, really, I’m ok. I can now get back to the hotel.”
No-no-nooo, you aren’t going anywhere, Mr.! She thought, saying, “Ok, we’ll see then.” She paused, adding, “Just rest your big body and let me go and prepare something for you. Right?”
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That is how their Saturday began.
Manu had a nice warm shower followed by a well-prepared breakfast. He then watched some morning CNN, SKY and BBC news, switching one station after another, to see what was in the news that morning. Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton were wooing voters across the States in US, in search for a historically contested Democratic presidential nomination. Manu was a deadly fan of Barack and had never missed a day without following him on a campaign trail, through cable TV, internet or through his Blackberry.
After making sure that Manu was doing ok that morning, she went to the laundry downstairs, and washed his clothes. Thereafter she connected for a long shower of herself, while her head recalled the chain of events took place the day before. She was laughing hysterically at herself…
Off the tub, she glanced at the half-wall wide mirror, marveling at her nudity. She displayed a few struts and poses. Satisfied, she opened the wardrobe, picked some sexy-white panties. She was bent down to wear them, when she heard a slight tap at the door...
“I hope I’m not interrupting?” Closing the door behind him, Manu said, leaning his back on it.
She jumped, turned around and saw him standing only few steps away from where she was. Confused, she attempted, hopelessly to wrap her body with a towel. “What are you doing in here? You could-ha-could have rather...” Her voice was stammering, slightly angry, worried.
“You have seen more of my body and I have seen none of yours… I think I too deserve to see a little of your naked body.” He was standing there, bare chest, only in boxers.
She saw him moving towards her. Slowly, her knees started to get weaker, her heartbeats almost doubled, dreading of what was about to happen to her. Manu’s beast could easily be perceived on one side of the boxers. Her huge boobs already on fire, dark-nipples stuck out in front of him, as if to welcome his holly embrace.
Reaching her, he got hold of her shapely waist with both of his strong hands. He stared down into her eyes. His roughened touch of her soft skin almost made her melt. Her knees slightly gave way as he pulled her towards him. Her chest heaved and was trembling, her breasts dancing up and down. He locked lips with her. His had cigarette warmth, bitter. Her lips parted. Felt his left hand coming up beneath her towel, moving in between her legs, pulling aside panties, caressing her velvet. She could feel his monster pressing hard against her right thigh. She shifted so that it nudged her crotch. It felt so sweet, that root rubbing against her joy button. Involuntarily, she was rubbing against it as his kisses were now becoming wet and passionate. The towel gave way and fell onto the floor as she was wrapping her arms around his neck and hung on there. He pushed down his boxers. Then he pulled himself away from her.
They stared at each other’s naked body… She was staring at his masculine frame and that amazing beauty bloody veins revealing its power and pride; while he was staring at her heaving bosom and that sexiest, well proportioned body he had ever seen. Oh, what’s this? His mind wondered.
She wanted to say something but her lips was powder dry. She closed her eyes, hoping against hope that he would turn and go away, when, as if in half conscious state, he moved over towards her, and ripped off her damp panties and threw the pieces away. He placed both hands beneath her bare buns and lifted her. She gave a little hop in the air so that both her legs wrapped around his upper thighs. His tongue was in her mouth and she sucked on it. He gave a savage thrust that banged her head against the wall. She felt something blazing pass between her thighs. She let her right hand drop from his neck and reached down to guide him. Her hand enclosed around enormous, blood-gorged steak of muscles. It pulsated in her hand like a burning animal, and almost weeping with grateful ecstasy, she pointed it into her wet, tremulous twat. The thrust of its entering, the unbelievable pressure and pleasure, made her gasp audibly as she brought her legs further up, almost around his neck.
Like a quiver, her body was receiving the savage arrows of Manu thrusts. Innumerable torturing, arching her pelvis higher and higher until, for the first time in her entire life she reached a shattering climax. She felt his hardness growing much bigger inside her and then break, the crawly flood of butter spurted inside her, and spreading over her thighs. They came together for a minute or so, then slowly her legs relaxed from around his body, slid down until they reached the floor. Down there, they leaned against each other, out of breath.
“Ooh-m-my God! I’ve ne-ver- felt like-uh-like this before! God, it was… wonderful! It felt-oh-heaven.” She said, amid gasps.
”Oh, yeah! Same to me!”
She put out her hand and touched his lapel, her mouth still quivering; her eyes so radiant. She had lost all the power of speech. Manu took her hand in his and kissed on the fingertips. He said, “Natural… Oh nice…”
“Oh, you man!” Her face, burning with her lust of flesh, told him everything he wanted to know.
He pulled her and kissed her, deeply, for a moment then swept her up in his arms and carried her upstairs to his room, guest room. All the way kissing her sensual lips. He kicked the door with his foot and without bothering to close it he walked over to bed. He laid her down onto it and sat at the edge. “Say it girl…Say it!”He urged her, while his eyes smoldering deep into hers.
“I love you, Mr!”
“And...?”
“I want you, so much…!”
That was enough to get him sexed up.
He kissed her. He kissed the sides of her neck. Her shoulders. Her ears. He kissed her eyes. And she was responding back to his kisses. They spent several minutes, kissing each other, varying the kisses, light, deep and passionate ones. He was running his tongue over her lips; sucking her lower lip, moving down to the middle of her boobs…kissing around them, teasing, licking, sucking and nibbling the thickened nipples…caressing them, one nipple in his finger, flicking the other with his tongue, alternating between the sucking and flicking of them. He was torturing her. She was becoming more vocal now, crying. Her body was trembling and so gasping for air. She was losing control as he collected both of her babylons together in his hands and put both her nipples altogether, at once, in his mouth, and sucked on them, hungrily. Slightly hurting her as she was getting swept away completely. Manu moved down into her lower body, her stomach. He was kissing, touching, and caressing it…moving into her inner thighs. He was running his tongue close to her mustard pot, tactically brushing slightly across it. She squirmed. He moved around, kissing the area surrounding it; slightly biting inside her inner thighs. Her palms grabbed his head as she was losing more control. He turned her body bottom up, was laying her on her stomach. She buried her face on the pillow, her teeth cutting into it as he was running his tongue up and down her back, his right hand trailing his lips up and down between her neck and her waist, caressing the area with his fingers. He moved further down, into her package, along her crack, spreading her…licking her dish, flicking her bungy. Back onto her inner thighs, slowly, timely, approaching her creamed.
She was moaning, trembling, feeling dizzy with desire.
He massaged her love lips, with his fingers, gently, spreading them… to expose her joy button… Gosh, there he was, staring at the ninth wonder of the world! He was stunned. He stopped…for a moment, staring at it. Between her legs, stood a clit, as thick as his thumb! His lips got wetter, as he pushed out his tongue and started to flick the thick bell with it. She made a sharp cry, as Manu was carefully and slowly licking on her. Her body was moving uncontrollably. Her waist was floating and rotating off the bed, begging for more. He increased the pace and was now munching her so rough and urgently. He felt her breathing increasing so rapidly and she was mumbling random words that was making no sense at all, he knew she was about to come. He slowed down the pace and inserted his middle finger inside her juicy box, tracing that sacred-spot inside it. She felt like passing out with joy when He found her spot and started rubbing it with his finger. He kept on sucking her clit while rubbing her spot. Very passionately was doing so, until when she started whimpering like a child, and was in danger of powerful premature release. Hysterically, She was now begging him to take her. She was ready. And a moment later he had stopped the munching and knelt between her legs, spreading them as wide apart as they could go, and he entered her.
She could feel his movement unbearable. The pain was literally blinding. Even her bigger lips were stretched to the limit, and the small ones were besieged. Her clit was receiving such an electric rubbing, flowing all over her body. And soon Manu disappeared into her. Their pubic hairs interlocked in a very passionate embrace.
With piston like precision Manu drove himself in and out of She until the pain and pleasure so intermingled that she was being satisfied like never had she dreamed of before, it felt absolutely incredible.
She moaned through clenched teeth, begging him to take her harder and deeper. She was feeling the room moving round and round. Her heartbeats increased and she could hear herself uttering moans and making sounds over which she had no conscious control.
The two lovers engaged in a furious marathon sex, and with the superheated woman under his mercy, Manu was almost breaking that bed with the thrusting. She lost her mind, she was now screaming wildly, as her head soon exploded in a kaleidoscope of stars and shooting rockets, her honey pot trying in vain to get a grip of the merciless invader who was now driving her towards Kibo. She exploded and was squirting the train she had never achieved before in life.
After a short while, Manu too announced and she called loudly that she wanted to feel his warm seeds inside her. She came together with him, again. And when it was over, he leaned over, kissed her and pinched her nipples a little, smiled at her as she responded back, weakly.
They were both totally satiated. They praised each other for the great sex they just had. A moment later, they fell asleep, in each other’s arms.
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Manu woke up just to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, massaging his legs, smiling at him. She pointed at the tray of meal beside him. “Why, what time is it?” He asked, surprised.
“You’ve been sleeping for full five hours now. It is 0430pm, love. You have to eat, as I’m not finished with you yet…” her voice was seductive. He was finding her more romantic and sexy.
He dragged his body off that bed, had a nice cold shower followed by delicious lunch that she served him.
They both felt an urge to know better about each other, but earlier that day they had agreed that it’s not necessary for them to get to that level as their untimely rendezvous was just a physical-fantasy escapade. But still they had little to talk about that drew attention of one another.
She found Manu very intelligent too, and that he possessed shrewdness and psychological insights. She found him much smarter than he pretended to be. Apart from that, he was confident, funny, and very experienced. She also found him uniquely sexy. His sharply shaped shoulders, chiseled chest, and his toned biceps, all well defined to reveal that he was taking good care of his body. She could feel him lifting her up and maneuver her body effortlessly. His lips were thick, luscious. His breath was so fresh. I would love to kiss and suck on them any given time, until they puff up then rub ice on them…she was thinking while she kissing them. There was no ounce of fat on his abs.
He also talked handsomely and acted handsomely too. Though he didn’t seem to be a very successful guy, he seemed to be visionary, ambitious and determined. This excited her. He also knew how to let her feel sexier and loved. He would listen to her, complemented her easily, physically as well as on her profound intelligence. He maintained the constant desire- sometimes he would kiss her without her expectations.

“Let’s go, I want to show you around the house.” She said to Manu later that evening. She had put on a sexy sheer transparent black-silk-and-chiffon sleep shirt, featuring a silk collar, cuffs, and button front. He could clearly see her nakedness! He had a problem with that but tried hard not to show it to her. He pulled himself up and followed her.
An architect by profession, she had designed the house herself. It was the first house she had designed, so, as one could have imagined, there was some added pressure. “Designing other people’s homes is easy compared to designing your own,” She told Manu, “With a Client you can view it objectively. With your own home, whatever you do, you have to live with it and so it becomes more personal.”

The house was her mother’s homeland, so for her it was important to get it right, “This is where I got the name for the house-Mother Bird. Because, with mom there was always chickens here…” They laughed.

Tucked in off the main road, one would not get to appreciate the full proportions of the house until he drives up right to it. “I’m circled by two main roads, so one of the priorities was to find a way of introducing privacy.”
The living room, while very much a part of the open plan area, had been defined as a distinctive area with its own function. Individual 50-inches Loewe LCD screen mounted on a flow stand, a Bose Lifestyle 35 Series IV Home Entertainment and a 40-GB Phillips WACS700, which together enabled her to store and access her entire CD collection as well as being able to listen to different music in every room. A stove made by Stove Direct together with a golden-colored mustard leather sofa was perfect for relaxing on after dinner.
Manu didn’t help but murmur softly, “What an amazing amount of thought has gone into this design process!” He took her face in his hands, bent down, and pressed his lips on top of hers. For a moment nothing moved.
Then she pulled away. She took his hand and silently they walked on towards one of the two staircases- the one that lead to guest quarters. The main one was off the main entrance hall and led to her sleeping quarters.
The design of the kitchen, just like the rest of the house, was based on the principle of practicality and simplicity of form. Fuses and sockets had been cleverly concealed behind cupboard doors to give a streamlined look. All the appliances were Neff, imported from AB Distributors, Ir.
Double entrance doors added to the grandeur and dramatic piece of lighting added to the finishing touch. Dining room floor was fabulous honed marble with a border of Black American walnut to tie the theme together. A combination of wallpaper and paints used to add detail and texture to the walls.
The main staircase leading to the bedroom was a stunning piece of design. All the bedrooms were of fabulous size. Along the corridor was her bedroom, which one enters via a general dressing room. “I love to mix modern with traditional designs, especially for my room because I wanted it to be calm and relaxing with a softer feel.” She said, seductively, leaning on a charming window seat that offered a great view, from where he could see the engraved plaque on the outside of the house that read Mother Bird 2007…
He turned to look at her. She looked back at him. They locked eyes. No word uttered. Then she took him to her shower room, tiled with unique limestone. Her dressing room was every woman’s dream!
Manu was completely taken by that unique home, and was not short of praises.
“When visitors, like you, see the place for the first time and say nice things like these. You remind me of just how wonderful my home really is…” She said, caressing his back and got hold of his waist, leading him downstairs again, to her private Cinema package.
This creature is original… Manu thought, realizing also that that smart woman was to be conquered only through understanding, honesty and subtle strategy. Only few men could do so.
The windowless soundproofed room was dark except for sconces that produced soft light on walls. Few remote-controlled dimmers used to control the lighting so that one could adjust the brightness to keep viewers' eyes comfortable…. She had painted the walls with a deep charcoal gray color, to keep them in the background while a movie is playing. There was a complete home entertainment package, featuring a 7.1 channel BeoSound 9000, a wall mounted BeoVision4, 60inch Plasma screen which was also separated from the master unit and BeoLab5 speakers as everything was controlled remotely.
“Jeez! This work done here is fantastic! I never ever thought that a person like you existed in this Universe… I wish for you know the way you’ve spoiled my mind today!” He meant every single letter he uttered.
She believed him, and her eyes turned moist, she almost cried with joy, but she bit it in. Instead she said, “I always am the loneliest person…and this room has been the only thing brought me peace and joy. I would lock myself in here, alone, watching movies all day, eating here, drinking here, dreaming here, fantasizing, and doing all foolish things, alone here. You are the first person, apart from my daddy, to enter this room. I have never felt like inviting any other person, whether a woman or a man, inside my private temple.” She said, resting her head on his bare chest.
Manu felt the challenge.
She motioned him onto reddish Togo sofa, an all-foam settee with casual, easygoing air and very inviting. “I’m honored, She. Truly honored…” he moved down to sit. He felt the urge to get hold of her and start something crazy, right there. But he backed off. Slow, brother man.
She turned on the set and a One Night Stand movie started to play. A moment later, she returned to the sofa, holding a tray in her hands. On it were a bottle of Konyagi, a glass full of ice blocks and another empty one with pieces of fresh lime in it. She pulled a side table and served him the drink. She took on a bottle of Tequila and a glass for her, and joined him on the sofa for several minutes of movie, drinking and chatting. Then she kissed his baldhead and left the room. Ten minutes later, she was back, another tray in her hands. She had a plate of roasted rack of lamb with dukka. She served it with Provencal lentils, roast fennel, onions and chili peppers.
Manu was not hungry, but the roast was very alluring. And it didn’t disappoint, it connected well with the liquor. They ate and drank together while watching the movie. It turned out more erotic and arousing to when he watched her smoking. What excited him more were her snow-white teeth and the movement of her sensual lips as she exhaled a thin line of light smoke. It was total destruction. He had stopped watching the movie and instead, he was watching her.
She loved every second of that. And by the end of the movie, Manu had already dried off the bottle and she had almost finished the bottle of Tequila. It was almost 8pm.
She tuned on ITV. Left Manu on the sofa and disappeared.
Twenty minutes later Manu heard his mobile buzzing. He jumped, thinking it was his Boss in Nairobi. He was supposed to call his Boss Friday afternoon and give him a brief report of work he had just finished, and he had earlier lied to She that he was just a self employed interior designer, and was in Arusha to meet a friend and discuss some partnership.
But it wasn’t… It was her! He picked it immediately, thought she may have pressed it by accident. Again, he was wrong, as he heard her screaming, “Manu-Manu, come-please-come… over here…in my bedroom, please! Hurry up! Ooh-my…!”
He dumped the cigarette on ashtray and jumped on his feet. Soon he was climbing upstairs. He pushed the door open, and was stunned in disbelief.
The lighting was down low, still visible enough for him to see around the place clearly.
She was there, right in the middle of the spacious room. She was not the woman he was with downstairs a moment ago. She was something else.
Standing there, arms akimbo, dressed in Police panda cap, a white police shirt with epaulettes. Had on a black knee length skirt and checkered tie. In one of her black-gloved hands she was swinging swiftly metal handcuffs. Manu, still standing there, beside the door, could hardly say a thing. He could see a black eye-mask that she had on, and her beautiful long soft legs stretched out in a pair of six-inch silvery patent stilettos, strapped on top of long black-transparent stockings.
Matter of fact, she motioned him to walk in and sit on the woven-leather rhumba chair at far end of the room. She waited until when he was seated, then chest out, head up, proudly and sassy she was parading around, flirtingly, walking pompously up and down, shaking her package, as 91/2-Weeks soundtrack was playing.
Manu, realizing the game that she was into, he adjusted himself before his eyes ran on a bottle of Two Oceans and a glass placed on a coffee table, beside the seat. He stretched his hand to take it, but before he touched it, she snapped, “Shh!” and he obeyed…
A moment later, with her back to him, looking back over her shoulder, she very slowly started to take off her shirt, unbuttoned few top buttons…shrugged her shoulders, sensually-so it slide down in one motion, one shoulder at a time… halfway to reveal a dark-butterfly-tattoo on her smooth back, just below her left shoulder.
She turned around to face him. She rolled her tongue over her deep-red glossy lips, rolling her sensual eyes, as was removing the shirt from her boobs with one hand and threw it at him…swiftly. It fell on his face, and he felt chilly as the smell of her sweat hit his suffocated nostrils. She turned her back to him, again, looking over her shoulder… unzipped her skirt, slowly, hesitatingly, arching her back. Then sticking her booty out she let go of the skirt in one quick, smooth motion. It fell down onto the floor, freely as she stepped off it. She had on a black intricate net baby doll with a matching x-string inside it. It took her twenty more minutes to undress, doing it seductively with amazing expertise.
A hard-on erupted in his boxers.

Stripping for him was a little like unwrapping a present when the prize inside was her. She was now getting wickedly down-and-dirty. Enjoying every moment of what she was doing.
She slowly turned her back to him and strutted towards her bedside table, took a remote control, and turned on the music. Move with Me of Neenah Cherry came in.
As she was touching and caressing her body, she started to strip tease Him, following the rhythm of the music. The sexual aura in that room was so strong that one could easily cut it with a knife. She was swaying suggestively, at first, then turned a little of her back to his face and was doing a booty shaking. She was shaking it until when she could see his lips slackened, displaying that crazy, lustful feat.
Very slowly, she stripped off the glove down her arm, and then with her teeth, she was pulling at the cloth on each finger to finish it slowly. Then she threw it at him, seductively started to tease and to show him-off her enticing- irresistible body parts, playing with her huge breasts, rubbing her big nipples with her thumbs and fingers, spreading her legs apart to show him how endowed her bean was. She was spinning around, giving him her several tantalizing angles, touching her smooth round package, oily and shinny. Turning around now and then, arching her back, bending deep down showing off her tight enclosed dish.
Her captivated audience, Manu, was dying with lustfully and pleasure. He was gulping glass after glass of wine. His body was burning with excitements and he was sweating, everywhere now.
She was ignoring him. She had to make true all her fantasies. She continued to dance, seductively…tantalizingly, excruciatingly stripteasing towards him. She stopped in the middle of the journey and spread her legs… turning her back towards him, bending, so deep that he could see her thick love button inching itself away from her gluepot.
Manu went wild and was now a quivering mass of jelly.
It wasn’t over, as she climbed on his lap and was into some lap dances. That did not take long. He could handle it no more. All that he wanted was to taste her. Taste her like he would a fresh fig, devour the juices and enjoy the ecstasy that came after the experience was over. That’s all that he wanted. But Manu received more than he bargained for. She turned on him. She tasted him, and not like you would taste a fig, but like you would savor a rich, delectable filet mignon, done medium on a fire grill.

He slowly pulled down his pants. And soon it was her turn. She stared at his joint, and simply wasn’t able to resist the lure that it had on her. She stopped teasing and learned forward. Standing gingery, she took his head into her mouth… thinking… My God, it’s so powerful, so smooth, soft! That was the first time she had ever touched maleness with her lips. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. However, she was finding it the most exciting thing she had ever done. She stuck out her tongue and felt for the head of it on tip of her tongue. She then licked all around it, kissing it, rubbing her lips along the tender underside of its head. Then she opened her mouth wide and let the head enter her mouth. It didn’t take her long. A mere presence of that sizable warmth in her mouth was making her pot drool. Never in her life had she been so taken by anyone or anything like that. It was more than she could take…
With shaky legs, she straddled him and let Manu guide himself into her ace of spades.
Without saying a word, His hips began moving up, driving his love being into her wetness. “Oh, my God!” She gasped, as he was breaking in forcibly, filling her.


Manu was pushing all the way in, pulling all the way out, he would take her furiously for seconds before repeating the slow pace again, rotating his hips, slamming his root deep inside her. She was going nuts and wild. She didn’t think that it would be possible to come as hard as she had done earlier that day, but as the first waves washed over her, she experienced an even harder climax. Her flesh was being battered by his magic but also was inducing the most incredible sensation she had never dreamed about. She was coming in waves, screaming aloud... for him to take her even more, further, deeper. She was no longer on her arms. Her head was in the pillow, with her hands holding tight to the bedposts. She was screaming carelessly. Ad probably that was all he wanted to hear. As the words passed her lips, Manu tensed, groaned, and that was it.

When they were back to their senses, Manu took her head, rested it on his chest. He put his arm around her, and seconds later, the two forbidden lovers fell into a mutual deep sleep.
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The next morning She went out shopping.
She made sure she bought enough drinks and food. She also bought him few gifts, including an Edp and a dozen of Jockey panties.
Another interesting thing about Manu was that he was so exhibitionistic. He would parade around the house without clothes on, almost all the time, making sure that she gets an eyeful whenever possible. and having him around her house, that way, she could feel the sexual tension in the air, as if at any moment she might have to satisfy his massive needs. She adapted that attitude and found herself staying in just a thong and transparent bras; enjoying the torture she was inflicting on him through her explosive melons as well as her rainbow bootie. In that house, sex was hanging in the air like a heavy blanket.
They couldn’t leave each other. They showered together, cooked together, ate together, laughed and screamed together…As well as danced together. She blasted and sang for him Like a Virgin, Brown skin, and Falling. He performed for her, Lady as well as Sex-u-Up. They realized they had a lot in common. However, they didn’t know what to do next, as they were both taking every moment like playing out a complete fantasy.

Earlier that day, Manu had persuaded She that he was supposed to be back in Nairobi that evening, as he was to report to the office the very next day, Monday. But she refused to let him go, instead she suggested that she would postpone the rest of her tasks there and drive him to Nairobi earlier Monday morning, and make sure he makes it to the office before noon. He was easily overpowered.

For them time was running so fast. They had to maximize every moment they had together. Now, they were playing on the sofa. Kissing, sucking and fumbling on each other’s naked body. It was 0630pm. “Your clit is so amazing, She!” He told her as he was kissing it.
“Oh that,” she gasped, “it’s a damn long story, Manu…I’ll tell you later…” And he didn’t emphasize to hear it that time, instead he became more excited to know that there’s some secret behind her endowment. He sucked her more there until when she was trembling uncontrollably. He turned her body into a doggy position, on that sofa, bent down on his knees and shifted on her package, licking it, slowly at first. Her dish was tight and salty with sweat. He loved it. The little circle of muscle relaxed as he lapped at it, finally allowing entry. He snaked his tongue into her chocolate highway, probing the hot, silky hole he longed to plunge with his flesh. He increased the pace. And she was moaning happily, her furry buns pressed tight against his face, her very wet twat brushing against his shaved chin. He poked a few more times, then let her go, allowing her to slide back on her back and down into his lap. As she did so his head banged against her ring piece.
“I want to take your bungy, baby.” He said, looking straight into her eyes. “What? Oh that? No, not there!” She begged weakly while all the time knowing that it was hopeless to fight it.
”Come on, sexy,” Manu urged as he was spreading her legs wide apart, “Give it a try huh? Let’s ‘fantasize’ together…” he asked, kissing her drooling joy button.
“Oh-no-ah-ah! Mr.!” She said amid tremors. And with her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets she stared at him in disbelief when she felt his finger passing through her, “But you-you’re…oh, my, you’ll rip me… apart..!”
“Honey,” Manu whispered, “that’s the whole idea…” his middle finger travelling slightly deeper.
“Oh, you bastard…!” She felt exposed and slutty, yet so weak to protest.
Manu was pulling her cheeks apart, stretching her as he was lubing it with wet kisses, making her squirm as his fingers explored her forbidden place.
A moment later, with the pressure of his pecker at her opening, she felt some reluctance, perhaps fearing pain, but his gentleness and handling of her body, intimidated and excited her. Soon she started to do as she was told. She gritted her teeth in anticipation of the onslaught she knew was coming, but not even in her mind was she ready for what happened next. She felt him entering. A sharp pain came. She cried out, begging him to stop. Too late. He was already slipping inside her chocolate highway. And as overwhelming as the pain had become, slowly and gradually, she sensed a tiny bit of pleasure spreading warmly throughout her burning package. and a minutes later, as if by magic, what once was total pain was now a visceral mixture of pain and pleasure that was providing her with the most exquisite sexual experience. The sensation of being stretched was driving her wild. She could not believe how good it felt. Better than she could ever have imagined, heard or read about before. He thrust up, and they joined; throbbing flesh to a steamy burger. He tightened his grip on her; let her relax a little, thereafter he started to move, bouncing her up and down in his lap. He could feel her ring piece clenching along the length of his root. Her body shuddered every time he thrust deep inside her. She groaned out loudly, clamping down on him as he pushed harder, driving more of him into her, filling more of her dish with unbearable pleasure.
in the middle of it, Manu flexed his thighs and rose off the couch with his thickness still inside her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, as he stood in the middle of the room driving himself in and out of her yielding body. that way, he carried her to her bedroom, lingering briefly at the wide dressing mirror to watch their sweat-drenched bodies writhe as they worked out pleasure on each other. Inside her bedroom, they fell on bed, her back first and Manu on top her. He spread her legs in a wide V, adjusted himself.
Her eyes were almost closed with pleasure. Her lips parted slightly, her hands curled against her dancing breasts. Sweat was dripping from their bodies and the room was filled with sounds and smell of wild, animal sex.
The madness was on.
The feeling was unbelievable.
The future utterly unpredictable.

TWISTED(When Desire Unveils Hidden Secrets)

By Amos Bwire

Three

Icarus
“Getting married for sex is like
buying a 747 for the free peanuts”

She worked as Public Relations Manager. And though she was a couple of years older than him, her beauty and business brains that she possessed always made her famous and even more attractive.
Hers and Manu was a one night stand after an office party that took place in Zanzibar, several months back. But she was a married woman, so they had agreed to end it just there. They remained as close friends.
When Misoji broke the news the other day, that it was Jazmine who filled her with lies about him, Manu was shocked, but didn’t see any importance of asking her about that silly matter. But he became a little more careful with her.
That day, during lunch break, Jazmine was teasing Manu about the rumours that he was hooked with what seemed to be like a Miss-Right.
“Hey, nasikia unaoa…hatuambiani jamani?”
“Yeah, yeah. Ni kweli bwana...niko kwenye processes.”
“Really? I thought it was just a rumour…”
“C’mon. I’m kidding. But I’m thinking about it, hard.”
She sighed…“You know, your girl must be real patient…or dumb.”
“Why?”
“You’re every one’s man. Everywhere you go eyes are following you. Look, look at those girls behind you…over there!” She was referring at a table, on the far end of the room, where four young female co-workers. Actually the girls weren’t even paying any attention to Manu.
“Misoji deals with it.” He said.
She sighed, again. “That’s what I’m saying.”
“She maybe patient. But I know, she isn’t dumb.”
They laughed.
“She is starting to get that itch, though.” He added
“Ooh, the marriage thing, huh?” Jazmine said, while teasing a piece of meat she had on her fork, before she drew out her tongue, artfully taking that piece home.
Her gesture made him twist his eyes aside. “Yeah, yeah. The marriage thing.”
“You got a problem with that?” She was anxious.
“Well, yeah! Marriage, you know? Moving in together… The last person you ever have sex with…ever! That’s pretty deep, Jazzy.”
“Atleast unapata kila siku...” There was slight disappointment in her voice.
“What?”
They laughed.
“Kwani we hupati?”
She Chuckled. Then said, “Six months. Actually, zaidi ya miezi sita, if you’re talking about good sex.”
“I see! All work and no play…?”
“Turns a woman into a horny nut basket.” She said as they fell into a heartily laughs.
“Maybe hajui hilo. Unapaswa kumueleza unachotaka.”
“Mmh…Na jitumbo lote lile… what output do I expect from him?”
“Oh, we mwanamke…that’s your husband you’re talking about!”
“Nahitaji BMW, bwana…sio minyama uzembe ile…”
“BMW?”
“Black Man Working.”
“Oh! Sometimes you really knock me off my back…”
“You always say that. And it ends up just like that. Nshakuzoea wewe!”
He just smiled. A short moment of silence, as the number of people in the canteen got less and less. It was almost 2pm. Lunch time was almost over.
“Enhe, niambie. Ni kweli umedhamiria kuoa sasa au unamchezea tu mtoto wa watu?”
“Kwakweli hata sielewi nini kinaendelea within me, but if that’s what it may take to make her mine forever…yes I do. Siwezi kumwachia huyu binti a slip away.”
“ Mh!”
“Mh…what?”
“Haya bwana. All the best.”
A short silence.
“Tell me…”
“Enhe?”
“What’s so special about this girl that makes you so crazy and different nowadays?”
“Uh! I think I should go now…” he was standing up, ready to leave the place. She got hold of his hand…was pulling him back to the chair.
“Ah-ah. Get seated. I want to hear it from you.”
“To hear what?” But he was sitting back.
“Tell me…bwana! As a…friend.” She was insistent. As a PR Manager, she was good at her game.
“Mh…okay…m-huh…I’ll tell you this, and then you’ll figure it out for yourself…”
“Ok, tell me.”
“I remember once when I was a kid, like 14…15years old, and I was here on school leave. That day I was coming back from a movie, at Empire…Empress, something like that. Now I was on Icarus. Unakumbuka Icarus wewe?”
“Icarus…icaruuus…yes! Yes! Nimekumbuka. Si yale mabasi mareeefu yalokuwa ya UDA au?”
“Exactly! So I was inside the bus, and there was a girl… sitting across from me. She was wearing this yellow dress that was buttoned clear up right to here, top of her neck. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen… And I was shy then, you know. So when she would look at me, I would look away… Then, afterwards, when I would look back at her, she would look away. Then I got to where I was gonna get off, and I got off. The doors closed… And as the long bus was pulling away, she looked right at me and gave me…the most incredible smile. Jazzy, I was awful. I ran back at the bus, wanted to tear the doors open. I couldn’t. I went back there every evening, same time, for two weeks that was left on my school leave. But she never showed up. That was 15 years ago. And I don’t think there’s a day that goes by, that I don’t think about her…” he exhaled, deeply. “I don’t want that to happen again to me.”
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“I affirm to you in the presence of God and these witnesses
my sacred promise to stay by your side as your faithful husband
in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow,
as well as through the good and the bad times.
I promise to love you without reservation,
honor and respect you, provide for your needs as best as I can,
protect you from harm, comfort you in times of distress,
grow with you in mind and spirit,
always be open and Truthful to you, and cherish you…
until death parts us.”

Like a diamond, real love is durable, shines brightly, and has many facets.
That Saturday afternoon, December 9, 2006; nine months since they knew each other, Manumbu Mataba and Misoji Makani exchanged their wedding vows.

The day was no big difference from other Christians wedding days. It started with Manu calling Misoji early in the morning, just to get a feel of how she was doing that morning, as well as how she was handling the pressure of the “special” day. She told him that she was doing okay though she was a little bit anxious and somehow tight. She also told him that there was a slight heat up at her parents’ house, the evening before, Friday. This came up when her uncle, her father’s older brother, Mzee Melchizedek demanded the honor to be the one to take her to the aisle, that Saturday (her parents were Anglicans and it was an Anglican tradition for a male parent to hold hand and walk her daughter to the aisle and handle her over to the groom). She did not like the idea of her uncle, so afterwards, while alone with her mom, she requested her mother to speak to her father and ask him to assume his role (it was her lifetime dream that her father would be the one to take her to the aisle). So when her father took the matter back to his brother, things turned sour. Melchizedek exploded, accusing Misoji, among other meaningless things, of lacking respect for undermining him, as a reason why she wanted her dad instead of him. But later on the matter settled down simply by Misoji accepting the earlier decision to be taken by Melchizedek, instead of her father. Still, deep down inside, she was so sad. She agreed to it just as a matter of respect for her parents and other relatives.
Manu gave her few words of encouragement, telling her not to worry much on that meaningless stuff, and that everything would be alright. They shared some stirring jokes too, for instance when he asked her on whatever missing piece of thing she wanted him to make sure it’s in place at home for their big night.
“You know what Mr.…?” she said,
“Shoot, princess, shoot…!”
“Did you get enough sleep last night?”
“Yeah baby, oh…why?”
“Listen…if you didn’t, you better go back to bed right now…’coz, don’t even think of getting a five-minute break tonight. Is that clear?”
“Hahaha…! Well, don’t worry, I’ll… ” he couldn’t finish the sentence…
“And make sure you drink five liters of milk, a kilo of nuts and five mugs of honey, right?”
He exploded into a loud laughter…
“And one more thing…I want you to buy me three bottles of Amarula…”
“Wow…what we got here!!” they joined together into laughter. “Hey, hey, gotta go…talk to you later, sweetflesh, ok?”
“Good heavens…I love you, Manu!” and she waited until he disconnected a call before she took her handset off her ear, musing.

At 0800 sharp, the car was at Mzee Makani’s house, picking up Misoji for the next 5-hours of makeup and dressing at Sheer Beauty Salon, Upanga. In the other hand, Manu, together with his best friend and Bestman, Alfred, were making phone calls to wedding organizing committee members, to see how things were getting done. They then visited Blue Pearl Hotel to see how the decorating job was getting done. Then they passed by the Barbershop…
At 1630pm, the Groom entered the hall, followed by his bride 20 minutes later. Raucous cheers and claps engulfed the Silver decorated hall and on the bride’s entry, a prearranged guest played Here Comes The Bride, on the piano.
A small and intimate ceremony, took place at Blue Pearl Hotel, Dar-Es-Salaam, as the twosome stood before a small group of around 60 family members, friends and few co-workers to say “I dos” at that somewhat hush-hush wedding that was officiated by the famous Rev. Dr. Frederick S.K. Mwakajinga.
The two had agreed earlier to keep the ceremony simple, and did not seek any contributions from friends, co-workers or any other person except for their parents and close relatives. This was because they did not have a plan for more that 60 attendees. The bride, with small help from the groom, planned every detail of the wedding herself, down to hand making the keepsake photos that were given to guests that evening. Misoji’s mother, Rebecca, and Misoji’s sister, Caroline, created a menu that included among other varieties oxtail, barbecued chicken, crab, red rice and salad.
They even selected the informal dressing for the day. She wore a simple-elegant strapless-bodice dress with a fishtail bottom and drawstring back. The fabric was natural, white linen. The groom kept it much simpler. He donned a traditional three-piece black suit, accentuated with silver shirt and a silver tie. Together with the Best man, Matron and other six maids they looked really easy and fabulous. They simply wanted to make that day purely theirs. They made sure that everything goes their way.
Like the sweeping train on a bridal gown, the high-rising cake design was overflowing. The cake trailed a carpet of hand-made floral sprays. The lush bouquets were assembled using gum paste orchids and stephanotis with buds and ivy leaves which had been quietly tinted with brushstrokes of paste chalk. The cake was simply, bigger than life…
After the wedding, the bride and groom joined by members of the wedding party, family members, and friends for hundreds of photos; before cutting the cake.
As the style of their wedding was simple and free, the MC for the day, a popular Sarah Taurus, who was also a famous local R&B musician, decided to offer a surprise time for Misoji to talk something to the guests. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have great honor to present before you our beautiful bride and her groom.”
When Misoji and Manu were now standing in front of the audience, MC said, “Well, Misoji I would like for you to tell us a little about Manu. What made you fall in love with Manu? Was it his good looks, his charms or his… excuse my French…mvuto?”
Mungu wangu! Misoji thought. She did not see that coming. She stood there, biting her lip, her hands shaking a little. She looked around the hall, MC already was extending her other microphone to her, Misoji. She had no option but to take it. Huyu MC kaniumbua leo uh! She thought to herself as she started out, a little stammering, while framing her response…then she was like “Mh-ah I-well… it was none of that, really. It was something different… I don’t know… Manu uh-- Manu is totally different. Well, ladies and-uh-gentlemen, I don’t know how to tell this one… right.” She said, her words trailing, trembling a bit. The hall was in laughs and some murmurings.
“He is totally different… and you don’t know how to tell it right in words, huh, that’s interesting my dear…” MC Jumped in.
Some laughs…
“Well, I mean it. And I can’t say that being good-looking wasn’t a plus, of course it was, but that wasn’t something I felt most about him. It was, uh- well, I can say, a sense of humor that he possesses, you know, he would be so sensitive and so thoughtful and so humane on things that other people tend to ignore or let them pass unnoticed. Small, but important things. And…let me call it the sixth sense. That’s what won me, dearly.”
There were cheers and claps… Misoji felt it. It gave her a bit more confident now…
MC, still pressing on, she said, “Okay, so he had a very rare sense of humor that made you felt so secure and loved, and…”
“Well, not just me. I am not even talking about me. It was not much about me. It was mostly about how he treated others, you know. We all know that-uh- the best index to a person's character is how he treats people who cannot do him much good and how he treats people who cannot fight back…”
Guests cheered and clapped again...
“Oh! Interesting…” Was all that MC had to say.
“Can I talk a bit about this Madam?” Misoji asked the MC.
“Yes, Yes, why not, girl? Let it rain. It’s your day.”
The hall cheered.
“There is this one unique story about him that I love to share with others today. One day I was with him in his car, on our way to city centre, through Ali Hassan Mwinyi road...” She glanced at Manu. He was tense. He did not know what she was about to say. He wanted to stop her, but couldn’t.
The hall went mute. People were now paying more attention... “As we reached Salanda Bridge I saw five… well, six male beggars run towards our car. They left other cars in front of us on the traffic lights, and ran straight to ours. When they reached the car they started calling out his name, all of them! I was wondering, how did they happen to know his name...all of them?”
She could see people paying more attention to what she was about to say. Sijui niishie hapa...nisije likoroga! She was thinking...she stared at Manu, his eyes were smiling with admiration.
“They called out his name?” MC remarked, pointing at Manu, exaggerating her gesture.
“And he returned their gestures by calling all of them, one by one, by names too...!”
“Oh, Misoji! That @s...Oh how can I put it” MC interrupted her.
“He drew out some 500Tshs notes and gave each one of those guys one note. While doing so, he noticed another beggar, a woman sitting few meters away from our car. As he noticed her, Manu called out for her, by the name... asking her to come and take her share. That’s when I noticed the woman, myself. She was carrying a small baby on her back. And she had huge bandages wrapped on both of her knees that she couldn’t move easily. Manu asked the other beggars, as he was concerned, “what happened to her?” They said she was knocked by a pedestrian two days back and that they had to contribute some money within themselves and took her to Muhimbili hospital. Manu shook his head, but didn’t say anything; He pulled out a 5000TShs note from his shirt pocket and asked one of the guys to “take this money to her.” I wanted to stop him, believing that the guy he was sending could run away with that money instead of giving it to that poor woman over there, but Manu told me to wait and see, as the guy, took that 5000Tsh straight to the woman, and gave it to her! By the time the traffic went green for us, my eyes were moist. And as far as I could remember, that was one of the days I really felt that I was going to seriously consider marrying this guy...”

The Mc couldn’t hide it. She was moved also. “Oh my God, I’m overwhelmed... I don’t remember imagining something like that...really, you know, we see those guys out there, on traffic lights, everyday...”
“I think Manu’s unique, and I always don’t understand how he would see things very differently from the way others see them...and whenever I told him “Manu I don’t understand you...” he simply would have said, “You must live with a person to know a person. If you want to know me, come and live with me...” And this kept on ringing and ringing to my heart also.”

There were mixed feelings inside the hall. One could feel it by looking at people faces. Some applauded her, some were a bit emotional. But clearly Misoji played it right, and Manu felt so relieved and was looking at her, proudly.
“Oh darling, this guy knew how to romance you out up to this sweet evening, today!”
The hall erupted into laughter and cheers... before MC added her piece of advice saying,
“But my dear Misoji, there is an old saying that says If you go to war pray once; if you go on a sea journey pray twice; but pray three times when you are going into a marriage journey. Remember that.”
There was more laughter and claps. Her advice though funny, really echoed and resonated well to all young guys inside that hall.
Later on their parents said their well wishes, Also few guest speakers asked to do the same, of which one of them described that intimate ceremony as “beautiful, spiritual and romantic.” Several other attendees said later that the beauty of the ceremony was mostly due to the fact that it was “Simple, Nice and peaceful.” Others chose to write down their comments and well wishes to the bride and groom inside a Wedding Guest book. One of them in particular was from Manu’s mother, Elizabeth, who was also a very religious woman, she said: My children, marriage exists for the glory of God. The purpose of marriage is to bring glory to God. And while romance, companionship, and children are all integral parts of marriage, marriage is first and foremost about serving the Creator. To see His qualities reflected in each other, and to appreciate the differences in each other, will enable you to love one another as Jesus loved you…Mom.
Also Misoji’s sister Caroline and her Canadian husband, Colin, penned something of an interest too. It said: Guys, laughter is medicine. Make sure you laugh together, every day. Laughter makes the tough times easier, and it's hard to get irritated at each other when you are laughing together. Read Proverbs 22:17…Caroline & Colin.
Bride and groom were also showered with several spectacular gifts, highlighted by a $300000 worth 2800-Square meters piece of land presented by Manu’s father (the land was in Mikocheni area, adjacent to Regency Hotel); and a brand new Mercedes ML320 CDI from Misoji’s father.
Also, bride threw the traditional garter to singles and then the couple had a long-passionately kiss as they shared their first dance to Marvin Gaye’s “If I should die Tonight”. But before that dance, when Misoji threw the garter, it fell on the legs of one member of the wedding organizing committee, Adero. Adero was simply the sexiest woman in the hall that night. So it was no to no surprise that cheers of laughter and groans followed the event, as bachelors jokingly threw lots of -“Will you marry me, Missy…Pleeease!” at her. Some of them even dropped on their knees pretending to beg her to marry them, while she, herself, was attempting to throw it to the other girls. It simply was funny.
Adero was a friend of Caroline, Misoji’s sister; and she met with Misoji for the first time two months ago, when she teamed up with Caroline on helping Misoji with her wedding preparations.
It was the first time Manu saw her, and he could easily feel the power of her beauty all around the place that evening. And something surprised him that evening. It was the fact that whenever he happened to steal a glance at where Adero sat, he found out she was doing the same on him. This happened on four consecutive occasions, until when he decided to restrict his eyes not to look in her direction anymore. Afteral, when he started it with Misoji, he made a personal vow to himself to not touch any other woman, apart from her, for the rest of his life.
But it was so different before he met Misoji. At 27, Manu was lustrous, adventurous, and charismatic; with a down-to-earth sexuality that cut across class lines to awaken a fervent response in women. lower and upper-class ladies equally found him irresistible and, consequently, his conquests had been all too easy, and so numerous, for many years, before his encounter with Misoji, he had long ago lost count of his romantic entanglements. Women fell over themselves to take him, and with an eagerness that was almost indecent, before he ran out of their lives, his heart untouched, except for Olivia… So somehow, that evening he managed to easily ignore Adero…
But that was not the same for her. She actually was having a very hard time that evening (though for her beauty, sexiness and wealthy that she possessed, she already had seen several irresistible guys inside and outside the country, black and white), but she couldn’t control the lust from building inside her about him and was not able to take him away from her minds. And this was not a result of his looks or that force of attraction that he possessed towards women; there was something else that was causing her blood to rush all over her body that evening…
As the only child from a wealthy family of Mr & Mrs. Wycliffe Omoru, at 26, Adero, an Architect who also had MBA from Makerere University, was employed at one of her father’s multimillion dollar construction firms, GOLIATH Constructions; as Director of Human Resources. She was also a 30% share holder of the company. She simply possessed a healthy living accompanied with unconditional freedom and attention she received from her 52 years old father (to whom she was treated like an angel... that at her Masters Degree graduation ceremony, a year ago, he awarded her with a brand-new Chevy Camaro sport coupe, and an exquisite small bungalow in Mikocheni area.
At that young age, Adero simply had everything a woman needs; except love… And this made her life incomplete. In her two college affairs in Uganda, she simply had felt nothing and neither of the affairs lasted more than a month or so. Quarreling, while breaking up with her, her second lover, a Ugandan classmate had mumbled something about her being too lousy down there.
Adero had understood that, and for the rest of her college life she had refused to go out on any dates.
Now, earlier that Saturday morning, as they were together with Misoji and four maids at Sheer Beauty Salon, preparing for the ceremony, Adero heard the whispered stories about Manu. It started as a small joke; some Salon dadas were joking with each other on the terrors of the first dates; and everyone was laughing on funny stories the dadas shared about their men and their endowments. One dada, who clearly seemed to be enjoying much of those stories while also identifying herself as a nymphomaniac, was saying, “You know what they say? Anyone can learn foreplay, but you can't learn having a grand steak…” the room, full of ladies, erupted into laughter. Misoji somehow joined them with an ill-advised truth of her own. She said, “Mh, when I saw that thing of Manu for the first time, I hysterically cried murder...three months later, my diamond felt pulpy mass of spaghettis boiled for hours.”
The room exploded. Except for Adero, who instead, she felt twitching and tremors between her legs…
Now, at the wedding party, Adero was looking at him hungrily and lustfully, envying Misoji for being so Misoji to have a man as perfect sexually as Manu; while knowing that he was the only living miracle for her… But still, Adero had so much respect and pride for herself-to start any stupid move on someone else’s husband…so she just braced herself for another agonizing night alone.

The bride and groom danced for few more minutes then left the hall for their night to remember. They both had agreed earlier not to fly anywhere for the Honeymoon, they loved to spend their first official night at their home, on their own bed. They agreed to make a journey back to Mauritius, though, later the coming year…
The night was the one full of joy and happiness to both of them. Finally, they were burying their rollercoaster pasts behind them. They made love and talk for almost whole night, joking and reminding each other of several memorable incidents occurred during their relationships before that day. The particular incident they laughed and talked much about was of their engagement party; six months back, at Manu’s place…They were on bed making love, when Manu decided to propose to Misoji in a style.

He was on top of her, madly sexing her, and she was floating in a total kaleidoscopic state of mind that she wasn’t able to neither hear nor feel nothing else but the pleasure he was inflicting on her body. As calculative on his strokes as Manu was, taking her higher and higher up the mountain top and now that she was entering the finishing line Manu realized it was due time. Timely, he pushed the ring on her finger. She felt nothing. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably as the chain of explosions was coming from inside out her body.
And by the time she was finished, the ring was already home.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Manu, what’s going on?”
He was staring at her, smiling.
She was trying to say something. Touching the ring on her finger.
“You’ve been through so much…I don’t want to see you hurt anymore.”
She didn’t say anything. She just was staring at him. Her eyes were getting moist.
“ I may not be able to give you all that you’re used to. But I do know I can love you past your pain.”
Two thin lines of tears were running down her eyes.
He eyes moved down. She had to run her hand on then to rub off tears that were now running freely. Manu didn’t move. He just sat there, pressing his plea home.
“There is one condition, though.” He moved out of bed, and kneeled down before her. “You have to be my wife.”
She was overwhelmed.
“Angel, will you marry me?”
“Oh my Goooood, Yes Yesss Yeeeessssss!!” she whispered back, in awe. So taken was she that she then moved and wrapped her arms around his neck, tears flowing on her sweet face, “Oh, I love you! I love you! I really love you, Manu..!”

A moment later, the two beautiful bodies were intertwined again in another powerful journey all the way to Mars and Venus…
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Year 2007 was a year full of blessings to their family.
The success story started on his side. It was on New Years Eve and he was home with his wife, counting down minutes before cheers of Celebration, when the whole City went dark! There was a Major power outage which engulfed almost the whole country, which 30 minutes late was rectified. But the damage on his side was yet to come.
45 minutes later, at 0025am, his mobile buzzed. He checked the caller number; it was from his office, from the Network Monitoring Centre. Usually that section had engineers available for 24/7 monitoring the whole Network Operations, Country wise, and always were reporting alarms and faults to the second lines of support from every responsible technical department (whether alarms from Radio, Billing, Transmission, or Core Network departments). Manu was heading the Core network Department, which included together with Whole Network Switching Subsystems and well as Base Station Controlling sections. In his Department always he was having 2 On-call Engineers responsible for receiving and acted upon any fault reported concerning Core Network. And only on very critical situations NMC would have contacted him direct instead of informing his On-call Engineers. So on that particular night, he knew something was wrong.
He was right. The NMC engineer told him that, that power cut may have caused something on the Switching part of the Network. The Engineer told him that, there were many critical alarms on all Core Network nodes and he was not able to login and be connected to any of the Nodes (system) in order to see farther into it. But the shocking part of all was when the NMC Engineer told him that it was also reported by several employees to him that it seemed as if calls were not getting charged and people were making free calls all over the country!
It took him only 15minutes to reach the office. There he found out that the damage was more than anticipated. He found out that there was LAN-Switching problem, which lead to the major Network problem. All Core Network nodes were connected to several LAN-Switches which were all placed in one rack inside equipment room. Somehow, all the LAN switched got stack at once and that lead to the havoc on whole Core-Switching Nodes. He attempted a reset on the LAN-Switches, and it worked out. Now he was able to log-in the Computer terminals to see how much was the damage. He also contacted an IT Manager and told him of the LAN matter. The IT Manager came immediately to check on his side.
It was when Manu logged in on the terminals that he realized the damage was critical. There was a lot of critical Alarms, especially on Central Processors (CP) and Adjunct Processors (APG). These two processors in the Core Nodes (Mobile Switching Centers-MSCs and Base Station Controllers-BSCs) were always linked together by LAN-Switches. And MSC was the one responsible for different Calls Controls, switching and processing; and also for all generating all charging –related Information (CDR) for the purpose of Billing and Charging customers once they make calls. So it seemed that when the LAN-Switches stacked, the Connection between the Two main systems processors CP and APG went off…So functionally, The CP is processing the calls and generating the Call-Data-Records (CDRs) which is then sent to the APG(CP has a small buffer which can keep CDRs for just few minutes, but the APG is designed to keep the data for up to few days); and all Billing/Charging platforms are normally fetching charging data from the APG ready for charging any subscriber who’s making calls. In short, all external connections and Data/Monitoring systems connections are done on the APG end. So by loosing connection to the CP, the APG was not able to show any alarms coming from CP. So that night when CP lost communication with AP, the buffer run out of storage in all Mobile Network Switching Centers (MSCs) CP memory for charging related information. And once the buffer is full , it means CP cant generate any more CDRs for billing/ Charging the call, so by default settings in their MSC (which governed by Tanzania Communication Regulatory Authority-TCRA), whenever the scenario of that kind happens, MSCs are supposed to allow customers to make free calls instead of MSCs rejecting the calls.
Now as customers all over the Country were allowed to make free calls, adding the factor that it was on New Years Eve (the timing couldn’t be much worse) the Central processors on all Switching nodes had been running at 100% usage for more than an hour. This was very serious. But also loss of Revenue was devastating. The MSCs that was affected were the one covering the most important area of their Network, Dar, Arusha and Mwanza; and these three areas were the ones generating three times more Revenue as the rest of the Network coverage areas combined together.
He reported the matter to his immediate boss, Chief Technical Officer as well as CEO, both of whom were so shocked and went there immediately. And by the time they reached the office, Manu had already rectified the problem and all the Switching Systems resumed normal operations.
They had a meeting the next day and discussed on the way forward, which included some proper preventive maintenance incase the case happened again. The CEO and CTO also showered Manu with praises for the quick reaction he had taken to rectify the Network faults that night.
That was just the beginning.
Just a month later another catastrophic problem occurred. It was a rainy season and somehow water managed to get inside equipment room through a leaked wall under the raised floor inside equipment room. Somehow, that water happened to run into the main Power cables, which were also tan under the raised floor. This lead to a big blowup and then fire spread all over the Equipment room. By the time it was noticed, already 2 of the 4 switching equipments were completely damaged and this affected almost all of the Dar-Es-Salaam and Arusha coverage areas. The anticipated Revenue loss expected to be devastating.
Communications were made between Head office and equipment vendors and it was proposed for the Company to issue an emergency purchasing Order of new equipments for the vendor to supply. This would be accompanied with an integration team, comprising of support Engineers from the vendor’s Global Software Development Centre based in Australia to come and perform a new integration and data recoveries in order to avoid losing all subscribers (Customer) data as well as customers themselves. However, this according to vendor, could take up to three weeks! The company could not afford that. So emergency meeting was made to see as to whether they would come up with alternative solution to it. The meeting included of CEO, CCO, RAO, CIO, CTO, Transmission Manager, Customer services manager, Planning Manager and Manu as Systems Integration Manager . The CEO Started by informing the team that Head Quarters had suggested for the Vendor to Execute the whole Network Recovery plan, including sending the new equipments as replacements as well as Implementation Engineers to come and work on the recovery process. But he also hinted that in one way or another, the decision would be so cost fully to the organization. The Cost of buying two Switching Equipments (i.e. MSC-S) only was $10million.
Then the CEO welcomed some views and suggestions from each of the team members. It started with the RAO, who had nothing much than offering the breakdown of the total loss incurred by the Loss of Communication for the Huge area of Dar as well as Arusha. He also gave the estimated loss expected incase that problem would persist for two more weeks. The breakdown was devastating. It was estimated that for the past 18 hours, the company incurred a loss of around $450k and that loss was expected to grow up to $11million if that was to take up to two weeks to be resolved. That was the figure too hard to swallow.
Then the CCO stood up to let clear of his concern that, it the issue was to persist only for the next few days, the company was bound to loose at least one third of it’s potential customers, especially the one in Dar and Arusha.
This shifted attention to the technical team members, to see whether anything could be done to reduce the amount of loss and cost of recovery. The CTO explained his concern that in that scenario, it could be hard for his team to do anything substantial to recover any node. But before he made a conclusion, he turned to his three members from his team; starting with Transmission Manager, who said he would be ready to comply with whatever plan and time set to the recovery exercise. Then he turned to Network Planning Manager who had nothing to add immediately, he requested for more time to analyze the current network topology and see how it could be optimized to. So the focus turned to Manu.
As a Systems Integration Manager , Manu stood up and had this to say. “Team, there is no way that I can say this loss is a minor loss, yet I see this as a huge opportunity for me and my fellow technical members here to face and bolding tackle this challenge with all that we have. Team, assuming that new equipments are going to arrive here in two weeks time, and then followed by whole week of new integrations and data configurations, don’t you see that we have enough time to shut down communications from some of the areas, preferably rural areas where we don’t really have a lot of revenue generating customers; use those resources to recover the capacity on the remaining working 3MSC-Ss? This will be followed by performing emergency changes on our Network Planning changes, Core network integrations as well as on Transmission side. I believe, by doing so, we may reduce the Loss off revenue to a reasonable level, reduce the risk of losing our potential Customers as well as reduce the negative impact to the Market..….” He paused, while receiving notes of approvals from the other members, including the CTO and the CEO. Then he proceeded, “that will be action plan number one. Now I have another suggestion for the Recovery process. I know that the company has agreed for a vendor to send Four Engineers to perform the recovery process here. But Frankly, I don’t think we need all four of them here. I have a team of experienced and dedicated engineers as well as one experienced Local Support Engineer. I believe with dedication and ownership, this team is enough to perform all the Recovery on our own, and this also will definitely cut almost all recovery cost to a very minimal level.” He finished and takes his chair to and applause from all the team members.
CEO and CTO together praised Manu for his bold move in assuring them that his team will take cake care of the whole recovery process. However, they both suggested that at least one Engineer from the Vendors should come to provide any necessary support.
They later on came to agreements to some of proposals and also they both supported all the ideas that Manu had put forth on a short term basis while waiting for the arrival of New Switching equipments. It was also agreed that Technical team to lead all the way, and on technical team it was suggested that Manu to be the Champion (team leader), working hand on hand with Transmission and Planning teams.
Everything went on as Planned, and in the followed 24 hours, everyone within the Department was busy working here and there to execute the plan. By 12pm next evening, they had managed to recover all coverage areas of Dar and three quarter of Arusha town. And ten days later new MSC-S equipments landed in Dar. It then took only 3days day and night to install, configure and perform all the necessary network tests; and later on that week it was announced that the estimated loss was cut down to around $9million less than expected!
That was a huge success for the Technical Department, and the whole Organization in Tanzania. But more importantly, it put Manu in a new level of recognition within the Company. Soon his name came to surface to all neighboring sister operations in Africa and after only one months, the word had spread globally through to other operations about the great recovery job done in Tanzania.
The next months, March 2007, Global CEO paid a visit to Tanzania operation, and one of her agendas was o extract more information about what was really the root to the problem they had as well as how did they manage to execute that unexpected Network recovery plan. That day was Friday and the news spread through internal mails summoning all the employees to a cocktail party to be held in front of the Main office Building, at 5pm.
The Global CEO gave a 5minutes speech to the employees, and reminded them of the brave action taken by a team of technical guys day and night to work together to replace the burnt Nodes and perform the whole network recovery. He then surprised many when he said that, because of that, he had travelled to Tanzania to meet with the “Recovery” team and present rewards to few people who stood firm and work hard representing the entire operation of Tanzania during that crisis.
He named them as Network Planning Manager, who was given a bank check worthy $10k; A Transmission Manager who received a $15k check; and lastly he showered praises to the team leader, A Systems Integration Manager , Manu, who received a jaw-dropping bank check worthy $50k! The whole congregation went wild with cheers and amazement. And Manu himself was in total shock as never in his life before had he held a $50k worthy check in his hands. He was humbled, and was shaking all over, when he was receiving that check.
That evening when he went back home, Manu was full of this and that plan. He even had some awkward ideas of forging a trip to Mauritius with Misoji, as they had vowed the year before, when they met for the first time. But when he broke the news to Misoji, he found out that, though she was so excited and happy for him, but she was so poised and focused to not suggest anything silly to be used with that money.
“I’m so happy for you darling. I always have much respect for your intelligence and perfection in everything you do. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world to have you in my life. I’m so proud of you...” was part of the words of praise that Misoji said to Manu that evening.
As they normally had a habit of getting out for dinner on every Friday evening, so there was no exception on that evening. They were at Peacock hotel, Millennium Tower. While waiting for their main course to come, a glass of wine in her hand, Misoji remembered something which could later turn to be so valuable an asset for their future.
“Honey, something has crossed my mind right now…”
“What’s that baby?”
“When I went home last Saturday, I heard dad talking about this piece of land…”
“Which piece of land..?”
“Do you remember that Indian friend of dad, who came even at our wedding?”
“Yeah, I think I somehow remember him, though wont recognize him easily incase I meet with him right now.”
“Ok, good. His name is Pratap. Now I heard dad talking to him that day…It seems like he’s leaving the country. He’s moving to Ottawa Canada, joining his family, which has been there for years…”
“Ok. So what did you hear him talking to daddy?”
“Well, he was telling him that he was selling some of his property, including a 5000sqm land at Regency Estate area…”
“Oh! Really? So does dad plan to buy the land? Or maybe already it’s Hond.”
“No, based on conversation I heard that day, he doesn’t seem that much interested to buy it.”
“And how much is that piece land?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to ask him and see….what do you think?”
“Yeah, that sounds fine, sweetie.”
So Misoji made a call to her dad. She asked him about that piece of land his friend was selling. Her dad told her that his friend was selling that land for Tsh100m, and he was not sure whether it was already sold or not yet.
That information was enough for her to give to Manu.
“Honey what do you think?”
“We need for dad to talk to him, the owner, and see whether the land is still there of not.”
She did speak to her dad again. Who dialed to his Indian friend and asked him about that land’s availability. Good news was that, the Land was still available and that if Misoji’s dad was interested in buying it Pratap was ready to give him a discount of Tsh10million and payments could also be done in two installments. He was ready to receive the rest of the money after one or two months, when already he would be in Canada.
When Misoji broke the news to Manu, they all agree to buy that piece of land. Actually, that was a giveaway price considering the location as well as its size…
The deal was made between Manu and Pratap. Manu paid the first installment of Tsh45m and took ownership of the land under agreement that he would pay the other half two months later.
It didn’t take long before another Misoji stroke him. Just when he was on edge of the second month since his purchase of that land and hustling to collect enough amounts to pay for the remaining Tsh45m he owed, he heard some exciting news. The news came through one of his friend who was working at the other Telecom competitor in the country, UniTel. Manu was asking his friend for a loan of Tsh5m to add to the amount he had in order to reach the amount he owed Pratap. Unfortunately, his friend, Peter, didn’t have that amount of money for him, but instead he tipped Manu that, currently, his company was in search for a big land to build an extension office. Among areas targeted by that expansion was Regent Estates.
The news was so hot to Manu. He immediately contacted UniTel head office and set an appointment with the Procurement and Acquisition Manager. The next day they met and the discussion was great and the same day they went to visit the area. The plot turned out to be much better than even what the company was looking for. Actually, they were looking for a 3000Sqm area for a price of $500k, the land that until that time they were struggling to get. Manu offered them his land for $50k less and his was 5000Sqm.
The deal took place a week after the first meeting. All necessary legal procedures were taken and 14 days later with a $450k check in his hand, Manu wired the remaining $45k he owed Pratap and was free of debt with a $350k without sweat… That day he felt like a new Lucky Luciano.
In May that same year, he was summoned by the Global CTO (GCTO) to his Head quarters office in Stockholm. There he was met with another big surprise as one day after his arrival, in a meeting with his Global CTO, he was selected to Head a newly introduced team of 3 members, with the main assignment of coming up with Disaster Recovery Procedures to act as guidance in all of their operations Globally. The procedures were to include among others, a Business Impact Analysis, Risk assessment and Preventive Maintenance plans.
It was not the easy Strategy to Manu, but he didn’t backed off, instead him, together with his other two protégés, a guy from Spain operation, Pedro Mendez and a girl from Ukraine, Maria Gasparov, they worked so hard, extracting all the needed information from everywhere and Build a case to present to the Global CTO a week after the first meeting.
The presentation day came; and by the time they finished presenting the meeting with GCTO, they already had convinced him to offer them a 6 months Global journey to visit all the operations worldwide and offer trainings on the Subject. The traveling was set to begin in June and to end in December.
Starting that June, they flew all over the world, conducting Preventive maintenance trainings as well as offering Network Recovery trainings incase of any unfortunate events like the one happened in Tanzania earlier that year. Manu’s professional life was being transformed to a new envious level. He also had leaped a huge step ahead financially, with the new salary of net income of around $25k a month as well as per diem ratings of $200 a day whenever he was working away from Dar.
By the time December came, Manu had accumulated enough amount of money. Adding that into the blockbuster deal with UniTel earlier that year, he had enough amount of money to join forces with his longtime friend and office mate, Amir Shilla (who by then was the BTS Manager and running a small private company which was dealing with Supplying, Installations and Maintenance of Base Station systems- BSS/BTS) and be his business partner. His entry amount of $100million was enough to earn him 50% of company shares.
The timing couldn’t be better, as just Six months after the Company Opening; they managed to win a tender offered by another Mobile Services operator, GlobalCall. GlobalCall was the new Telecommunication Operator entering Tanzania market. By winning that tender, Manu’s company, A&M entered a 4months contract with GlobalCall with assignment of installing 100 new BTS country wise, to be followed by another 200 BTS in another 6months batch.
It was a big challenging job to them, especially Manu who had never really gotten into personal Business of that level of pressure. But still it was a very exciting challenge to them. So they both took leave from the office and set strategy to execute a plan set before them. During that one month period, they find another much experienced private company and subcontracted them the first 100 BTS, and they only took a supervising and commissioning part of the job.
Everything went as planned, and by the time the first contact ended on time, they managed to get the next bigger 200BTS contract extension with which they applied more or less same procedures by subcontracting it and assumed the Supervision and commissioning job. And by the end of that one year contract, A&M had made a jaw-dropping profit of around $1.4million.
Two years later, Manu and Misoji had acquired three more plots of land (this included a 2000Sqm plot in Oyster bay area with which they started constructing their future home; a 2800Sqm plot in Mbezi beach as well as a 1800Sqm plot in Masaki) all of them together they cost them around $500k. They also had bought two 300 and 200acres farms in Kibaha and Bunju.
Together with impressive success in their professions, Manu and Misoji were on course to building a future of their dream.
Their parents could never be so proud…
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“Baby! Baby! Wakeup! Come see this!” She was calling him.
He was still in deep sleep when he heard her calling him the first time. It was like he was dreaming. Then the heard her again and that one woke him up. He rubbed his eyes to see properly. He saw her standing in the middle of the room, legs apart. He knew something was happening. So he jumped off bed and move to where she was.
“Look at this!” she said, pointing in between her legs.
“Oh, my! What’s this?” He said when he saw discharges run off between her legs all the way to the floor. It scared the hell out of him, but he didn’t want to show it to her; instead he looked at her, she was amazingly so calm and her face looked as normal and beautiful as ever. Oh, he loved her there!
“Baby, I think it’s time…” She said, tenderly touching her frighteningly thick belly. “It seems the water has broken.”
She was right, the fluid-filled amniotic sac surrounding the baby inside her, had ruptured, and that led to that large gush of fluid to leak from her vagina.
“Ok, ok, sweetheart. Let’s get prepared and go to hospital, right now!”
“Let me have a bath first...” She said.
“Let’s go. Let me help you, I don’t think you’ll be able to…”
“I’m okay. I can manage. Just prepare, yourself. And please, don’t forget that little bag over there. I have put everything I may need, in it. ” She was ready.
He did as she said.
Twenty minutes later, they were on road, heading to Aga Khan Hospital. He checked his wrist watch; it was 0230am, twentieth day of January, 2008.

Already, contractions had started. He was luck that at that hour of the night, there were very few cars on the road. So it took him only 10minutes to reach the Hospital. On arrival, she was rushed to the labor, and Doctor, a Nurse and a Midwife received her and put her to delivery bed immediately. Then Manu quickly underwent through all needed procedures before returning back to the room.
The pains were like extremely intense menstrual cramps, hitting all over her lower half, was a kind of dull, squeezing feeling that she felt in her low abdomen that radiated around to her lower back. The pains gradually increased in strength, duration and frequency... then they started coming closer together, getting stronger, and were lasting longer, up to a minute or more. And there's no getting around it; that was likely the most uncomfortable thing she had ever experienced.
For Manu, there was no time like labor to see the amazing strength of a woman. Strength he had no idea his wife even had. In most cases, pain is a signal that something in ones body is wrong. But in labor, that day, he realized that it actually meant that something was right. It's time for Misoji’s body to have his baby, their baby.
He didn’t really know what to help there. He was there just to provide a continuous presence; reassuring, supporting, encouraging, normalizing, and loving her. Sometimes he was very active, giving meaningless ideas, and taking unnecessary actions. But all in all, he was trying his level best to keep her calm, relaxed, and a bit distracted; encouraging her to alternate rest and relax with several Godly words of encouragement; to help in her labor progress. He was reminding her about breathing techniques, reminding her to change positions often, suggesting different positions, massaging her here and there, as ordered by her, while reassuring and encouraging her now and then that everything would be fine.
To her, the pain was excruciating! It hurt so bad that she wanted to keep the baby in her stomach forever. It was stretching her in ways she had never been stretched before; it suck worse than life itself. Those sharp unbearable pains were more or less like when one gets twisted the wrong way and get a really, really bad muscle spasm in the back. And the presence of Manu, someone who cared about her, who helped her feel safe, and who was showing confidence of her ability to give birth in the way she wanted to, gave Misoji much needed strength to pull it off...
She did it. And one hour later, with the help of experienced, gentle and loving midwife and a nurse, they welcomed their beautiful, 4.2kgs bouncing baby girl.
It was the happiest day of their entire lives.
They named the angel, Logan.