I am no expert in matters slay queens. That does not mean however that I have not had my fair share of encounters with them.  Those are stories that I never want to share with you because they did not end well. How I bought one ten bottles of Smirnoff ice and did not get laid is still something that hurts like a fresh wound. As if ten bottles were not enough, she even took two guaranas on my bill for drinking the next day.

Because the blog is expanding and we now have a correspondent, I let him write something. He is more experienced on the slay queen subject than I am because he is a slay king himself. What I do not understand though is why he writes of course as of coarse. I choose not to edit this because it might be some lingo that we old people dont understand.

As written by Nderitu Munene

One day curiosity will do me things, hope such a day is not really that much around. Sherriez, I bet that's the correct spelling, is a gorgeous lady I met yesterday in my matatu ride. I wouldn't just want to judge that all these ladies from Meru have got this slay queen DNA mentality. Am afraid to think it could be true because it's a thing I've observed for the past few days of residence around here. Tales from a friend had convinced me that Merian ladies are so perfect, perfect assortment of the assets well assessed, who are so real in their relationships, who give their best in a relationship. This carried foward mentality build the quest for me grabbing one Merian princess.

Last weekend, I was so broke like a stupid mouse, broke to that level any man would say they are broke. A friend of mine asked me to take him to do some cash withdrawal, that I wouldn't disagree of coarse. There was an assurance of a quarter, charcoal _roasted goat and a quarter industrial distilled and brewed cold natural water. Well that is in accordance to the little wine for stomach disorders which come around from eating expensive food🤨🤨.

Cost of travel here in Meru has got a constant and a variable, the variable really varies more than the constant. Sometimes the variable may be because of the time of the day, the comforts of the car, the age too at times though lately all of them are damn wrecked. The matatu we boarded was really cheap, cheap that I questioned whether it would actually drop us at Meru town, but actually it deserved the cost. I would not hear the music playing in my headphones, the engine was damn noisy. How can I forget of the noise from the car parts, anyway, thanks to Matiang'i transport rule , I sat alone in the shaky seat with my legs strongly placed on the hot engine cabin. After around a long period of hectic travel, we were finally at the Meru, taking a few minutes to just take a minute of silence and stretch our bodies.

After a few laps to know the town, we now had some cash and there we went to Underground pub and restaurant. I wasn't really comfortable in the place, it's what am brought up on, the hatred I have for pubs. Jimmy seemed to know the place somewhat well, I've never even heard of it. It's an under basement pub with lots of evil under it. He comforted my spirit by telling me that it has got a restaurant and one does what they think it's best. In no time he had ordered some roast ribs' the African rich men meat. Sorry I forgot to mention the Smirnoff liquor came first. "Tukilewa ni taxi Tu" there he gave me some hope.

After a short time of having fun, a lady who I had prior seen in the stressful matatu ride came and sat in the immediate adjacent table. It's only after she ordered some wine that I decided to go say hi. Her mini miniskirt communicated much of coarse, the chocolate coated thighs top high, her future behind was amazing sitting on that "sina taabu", I wonder how she maintained it on the stupid matatu😖😖. Only after scanning up he head did I recall of a unit we shared back in school, she was a third year. We had some crazy talks for some time, of coarse I can't remember. "Leta, leta" the bill was clouding up and eventually more than I could handle, but thank to Jimmy. " Helb ni tax ya wananchi"
She has made me start eyeing for her mummies, I was just waiting for a chance, just a single chance. It was only after she asked me to take her to my place when I remembered that I resided in school. Could I really let her even know that I was just a fresher? Manning up means getting brilliant ideas fast, I chose we get a room in the pub because it was on a Friday; it only went for 500 Bob only. That night would be my second best!

The room was dim lit, some sweet perfumes around, a king and Queen sized bed well made. She threw herself on the bed exposing all unseen. I chose to shut my eyes to maintain the state of the moment, that's romantic by the way. On the other side of the bed I was tried to careless he lips and all other worth it. Too bad that is only what I know of, nothing more than that. It was up to that moment of full submission when her phone started ringing. I would have switched it off were it not that it was her mama who was calling. This was somewhat big humiliation, a good break. After a little conversation with her mom she started crying. Oh no!

This was too bad.

I just came to learn that she had been denied some cash by her mom. She had a loan from Branch, Tala, Timiza, Mshwari and denied one from KCB Mpesa due to the failure of paying the others. As a business man, I approximated her tempting attires to rate from 5 thousand. I expected to give her a treat, maybe she would invite me for supper some few days in the coarse of the week. Ever felt pity for someone yet you are in a worse situation than they are? That's exactly what I felt.

" We ishia kama huniachii kakitu, hadi Kevo AKO around"  I just left without a word.