I don’t understand why some people don’t understand when I say that I went for a two-year sleepover at Chege’s place.
This is how it happened. Chege and I lived in the same neighborhood. A 50bob distance using motorbike but you can walk for around 10 minutes.
When Chege started hinting that we could try something out, I accepted it half. Like not fully agreeing to his sentiments but I knew I would with time. Apart from being stingy, Chege is an excellent man.
After that lunch at the shoddy café, I complained but still gave him another chance. I’d rather complain on your face than lament on the internet. Chege promised to take me on a good date someday after the complains.
On this said date, Chege requested that I visit him for a sleepover. He promised to cook and take me back to my place the next day. He even promised to surprise me with something good. Since I had nothing important going on a Friday evening, I agreed to his proposal. I had started liking him small. Like small small.
I carried one piece of cloth for a change and went to his place. Chege cooked for me delicious beef stew with ugali. He also had a bottle of wine for me. It was a perfect evening. He went out to get the gifts and came back with cute dresses.
The next day, Chege discouraged me from leaving and insisted that since it was just a Saturday and I had enough clothes for changing, I should stay until Sunday. I agreed again.
So we started this game of postponing my leaving. Anytime I would tell Chege that I wanted to go back home, he would remember that he was to take me out the next day so he would request I add a day. He would come back with more clothes and shoes daily. Within no time, I had enough clothes to last me in his house for as long as I wanted.
One day, we had an argument and I had the real intentions of leaving his house and dumping him. I was very adamant that I was leaving. Chege requested that I should have the last lunch with him before he could release me to date another man.
That was the day Chege took me for lunch here. It was somewhere in Karen. A tiny and hidden restaurant that resembled someone’s bungalow. The restaurant was costly though the staff were excellent and their food was equally good.
We ate, Chege took me to the junction mall and bought me a nice Samsung phone as a gift. He shopped for me as much as I wanted at the junction mall. After all that fun, Chege told me to go back to his place and stop my nonsense of trying to leave. That’s how I added more months to the sleepover.
Do you understand why it was called a two-year sleepover? Because I went with one dress intending to spend only one night there. He was the one who extended the sleepover.