The Sponsor

Fred

Fred started his morning by being woken up from their mansion in Kitusuru by his personal assistant. A young girl of nineteen who had yellow skin, and round buttocks. She took home a monthly income of two hundred thousand Kenya shillings for waking up Fred and telling him that his schedule was clear for the day.

A quack doctor gave him a shot of crack and he settled down for breakfast. Egg and juice that he barely touched before getting a bath from another girl who had just celebrated his twenty first birthday. After the bath he was dried lotioned and changed. This small service set him back half a million per month.

At the office people gave him nervous smiles. He did not pay them any mind. He walked into his office. A massage table was set up every morning. He was undressed by yet another girl and he lay on the massage table for a massage by two different girls that took almost two hours. Later he would take the three girls into his office penthouse and have his way with them. Stories were floating about him. The name whore CEO was catching on.

After that he sat on his desk and pretended to work while a girl fanned him and another one fed him grapes. He loved this lifestyle and he did not think for a minute that he needed to do something to sustain it. It did not cross his mind that his life might have been in danger. It came as a surprise when his office door flew open and two policemen stood behind it.

"Are you Fred?"

"What is the matter?"

"Fred you are under arrest for the planning and murder of Mzee Ajabu. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney."

He did not have a chance to mouth something before cold handcuffs wrapped around his slippery wrists.

"Do you know who I am? You will pay for this," his voice reverberated in the office as he was escorted to the police car.