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Mzee Ajabu

Mzee Ajabu was in the bed chambers of his second lover staring at a white chandelier with bronze emeralds on the ceiling. To his left was a big glass door leading to the balcony. Out there his bed-mate was having a smoke, a habit he abhorred but he figured he had to take the good with the bad. In any case the house was big enough for the smoke to dissipate before it could do any real damage. It was a big house set in palatial Karen and he paid every single bill that came with it.

Helena stabbed her cigarette on the rim of the balcony and enjoyed the view for a bit. A view of greenery, a pool bellow with two swans and a peacock roaming the lawn. She let out a heavy groan looking at her shamba-boy. A dark, ragged boy who was all muscle. She made eye contact and he immediately broke it and a smile curled up her face at his shyness.

It was getting chilly and she was not dressed for the weather. She was in a soft silver negligee that barely covered her buxom body. She dropped the cigarette but in a waste bucket, gaggled some water in the sink, popped a mint and went back to the arms of her lover.

"Thank you for handling Monica, by the way."

"She's a handful isn't she?"

"She is, but she's my daughter and I love her."

"She's my daughter too, Mr. Ajabu jumped defensively. Though there were days he had his doubts. Those lips and that face were definitely not in his family mayhap they belonged to a distant relative on Helena's family tree.

"Speaking of your daughter, her allowance has run out and mine as well. My business needs some supplies."

"How much?"

"Two million for the month."

"Alright, I'll wire you the cash before the day goes to bed."

She smiled and kissed him, "You're the man," she said while getting on top of him and he escaped into nirvana.