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Or You Can Undress Me right Now

Or You Can Undress Me right Now

“Or you can undress me right now.”

“Girl, will I finish this today? I have a meeting in thirty minutes and this document has got to be ready.”

“Come to mines tonight. There’s a corner of my mind I need you to sweep.”


“You snake, can I work?”

“Only if you promise I’ll be hissing into your ears tonight.


To me.”

I smiled at this text. Always pushing until she got what she wanted. My head barely thought straight but I had to get done with that document and she wouldn’t let me.

“Can we talk after the meeting then?”

“Answer me now or I come to the meeting too.”

“Haha! Okay, okay! I’ll come. Your house will be my office tomorrow.”

“You know I’m your Wi-Fi.”

“Go away now.” ?

“I’ll be here after the meeting, you Luo man.”

Took me a while to come round. Could not help but draw that esoteric image of her thick left leg raised to the wall and her right pressing the sheets like 10:15 on the clock.

This guy I was meeting wanted a social media campaign for some book he had written. We spoke over the quotation, a tour calendar, and an online marketing schedule. The restaurant was fairly busy with familiar faces passing in and out. Chatter and banter. But all I wanted was to text my girl.

Two hours elapsed.

“Great. I’ll be waiting for your email with the contract so I may draft the schedule.” The last words I told him as he left.

To my phone.

She had already texted.

“What instrument do you want me to be tonight so your holy fingers may bewitch me with each strum?”

“Ever heard an obokano string its soul out? That’s the kind of shit I want to feel today. Like we’re in the middle of a matoke plantation and you are dancing for me half naked with banana tree leaves hugging your waist.”

“Lord have mercy!

That means you’ll peel me too?”

“Properly. I was taught to eat properly. Have you seen my mother? That woman always said, ‘hiyo chakula umepakua mingi usiwachie mtu!’ Or did you want to be skinned too…with witchcraft?”

“I don’t know. I need something like heavily marinated arosto and mashed potatoes.”

“You know I got that stuff, only my meat is not a goat’s but still as good. Marinated.”

“What time will you be here?”

“8pm. I’ll come hungry.”

“And if you’ll be thirsty you can drink from my rivers.”

“Squirter, all that land you got and men are still homeless in this world.”

“Come fuck me, you bloody ox!”

“See you at 8.”

Onyango Otieno

Onyango Otieno is a cultural designer ardent in maximizing the power of storytelling for healing and connection. Onyango believes in the potent spirit of humanity collectively creating safe spaces for interaction, development, business and movement, for a more cohesive world.

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