DRAMA: This Is What Happens When A Sponsor’s Wife Storms Into The Hotel Room And Finds Her Husband with a College Girl

I’ve been doing some sort of Sponsor chronicles for the last few days thanks to Cheryl Kitonga,that South B lass who gave the Internet so much gossip fodder.

Hers was an intricate mix of danger and emotions ; a young college-going woman who lives with her strict parents in a City estate,has a steady boyfriend,had known Jacob Juma for less than 24 hours before he was murdered and was now the number one topic across the Country – having her name and photos splashed across national television in one of the most widely-viewed TV exposes in East Africa.

Sponsors are risky people… And messing with them might land you in some seriously hot soup.

For starters,you might get killed and have your body dumped in the nearest thicket – or water catchment area. You might get your stupid ass kidnapped and your people will never find you again or you might get burned alive by the Sponsor’s irate wife. And,in extreme instances,you might plunge your whole family to shame and even end up ostracized by society for breaking up a home.

Or maybe,just maybe,you might survive but then your sponsor gets instantly shot and killed by a rival sponsor at some City estate along Thika Road.

Having a sponsor is a terribly risky business. We are talking life and death here. Jail or hospital ward.

This isn’t the business of the faint-hearted. Or the thin-skinned.

Proceed with caution. You’ve been warned.

And now, This Is What Happens When A Sponsor’s Wife Storms Into The Hotel Room And Finds Her Husband Receiving A Blow-Job From A College Girl

Step One – The Discovery 
Wife is busy at home looking after the kids or fixing some food or pouring herself some wine or just something when she gets that fear-inducing text message. She will ignore the text and continue with whatever is it she is doing. Probably fixing the curtains along the corridors. Another text will pop. She ignores it too. And then a phone call. ” Mbona hureply texts zangu…? ” she will be asked by her bitchy girlfriend who works in Limuru. But is now in Naivasha. ” texts gani? ” she will ask. After the call,Mama Watoto will quickly check her texts. ” Nimeona gari ya Baba Brandon ikiingia Naivasha Lodge… ” the first text reads. ” Na nikampigia nikamwambia nimemuona akakata simu… ” the second text reads. ” Na nilikuwa nafikiria ni wewe mko na yeye kwa sababu hapo mbele amebeba sijui ni siz yake ama ni nani… ” By now,Mama Brandon is burning up in fury. She puts her phone down. Summons all of her three kids around. And the house girl. ” Angalia watoto… Nimekimbia mahali nakuja… ” she says. End of story.

Step Two : Makes A Phone Call 
At that point,Mama Brandon has already stormed into the bedroom and is rummaging through her clothes to find the most fight-oriented clothes she can find. She won’t be bothering with makeup today. She’s not even planning to take a shower. But first,she has to call mzee. She dials his number. He doesn’t pick. Calls again. Nothing. And again. And again. He finally picks at her sixth attempt to call. ” Uko wapi? ” she hisses. He’s knocked off guard. He didn’t have a good lie prepared for this eventuality. Now he has to stammer and stutter with his words. His lies are incoherent. ” Hata ndio tunatoka sasa… ” he murmurs. ” Kutoka wapi? Uko wapi exactly? ” Wife growls. He mumbles and mumbles. Wife hangs up. It’s time for some action. Quickly,she throws over an old pair of pants. Some random t-shirt and doesn’t bother with the bra. She slides into some pair of sandals. But then removes them quickly in favor of some sharp-heeled high heels. The bedroom door is slammed shut. Naivasha here I come. I mean,it’s only an hour away anyway.

Step Three – Goodbye
She has a car. Obviously. So she starts it and steps out. Leaving it running. It’s time for goodbyes. Kids gather around her. ” Mum umeenda wapi usiku? ” they ask,worried. ” Nakuja… Nakuja… Nakimbia kuona mtu kidogo ” she lies,her chest heaving in anger. She bids them goodbyes…. Knowing that this might be the last time she will ever see them again. It’s an emotional goodbye. Her heart breaks. She summons the house girl,Nekesa. Nekesa is given some random orders. And asked to make sure that Lavender is asleep by 8pm…It’s time to leave. She gives the kids one last look. She knows she’s up to no good. Someone might end up dead tonight. It might even be her. This is not a normal night. And she knows that.

Step Four – The Drive Down
She hits the road hard. She lives along Kiambu Road,at some posh estate called Thindigua. So she drives down to Kiambu town like a crazed maniac. She’s pressing the pedal hard,juggling between 80 to 120 km/hour. Luckily,the road is sort of clear. No traffic. She should be in Naivasha soon. She’s now in Kiambu town. It’s a small silly town that’s almost always crammed with cars. She curses hard under her breath. Soon enough,she’s in Ndumberi. And now she’s driving down that lonely Sasini Tea road that leads straight to Limuru. It’s a long drive. And cold. And lonely. And dark. But not colder and darker than her husband’s heart,she comforts herself. And drives on. Like a zombie.

Step Five – The Arrival 
It’s been an hour plus. And she’s now nearing the Naivasha Junction. She slows down,her head buzzing and her mind racing. Her heart pounding and her chest heaving. This will be a dramatic night,she concurs. And I am ready for whatever eventuality,she concludes. The stretch to Naivasha town doesn’t take too long. She zooms through the town down to the round about and takes her left turn. She’s now driving towards Crayfish Camp. She’s sweating now. And she is now hooting hard at some stupid dude whose driving a lorry like it’s his mother’s road. She must think it’s her mother’s road.

An example of a Sponsor-College Girl situation

Step Six – Mzee Calls 
Her hubby is now calling. An hour later. That bastard! She can see his call coming through as she’s driving. She curses under her breathe. ‘I’d kill a soul right now!’ she swears to herself. She ignores his call. But then he calls again. And again. She knows she’s too weak and mad to multitask. I mean, she can barely drive soberly. Picking up the call and driving at the same time will surely end up in a disaster. So she decides to park the car by the road side and calmly pick the call. ” Babe…. ” Baba Brandon starts. She’s in no shape for sweet names. God knows she wants to commit murder tonight. ” Sema! ” she hisses,her mind racing. ” Ndio tunatoka sasa… ” he lies. ” Kutoka wapi?!! ” she demands to know. ” Si Nanyuki… ” he blurts out. ” Na si ulisema mlienda Nyahururu?!! Sasa ni Nanyuki?!! ” Wife cries out. BUSTED. CRAP. SHIT. DAMN. Mzee attempts to twist the story. It’s too late. She has already hang up and started her car. The Hotel isn’t too far anyway. Might as well have this stupid talk in person,she thinks.

Step Seven – Arrival At The Naivasha Hotel Gate 
It’s been a long,arduous ride. But finally,she’s here. Bless the Lord. Blood may be spilled tonight around this premises. Shit. Someone might get their ass whooped. Or killed. Only God – and the Devil- know exactly where this is going. And how it will end. But Mama Brandon knows one thing for sure – by the time she’s done,someone will be in a serious need of urgent medical attention. And the police may be called. That she’s sure of. The guard at the Naivasha Hotel gate is sort of taking too long to clear her. And she’s pissed as hell. She’s tempted to ask him ”Do you know who I am?” but then she remembers she isn’t a public figure. Just some random businesswoman who imports Illicit drugs from China. She’s finally cleared. She drives into the compound like a drugged-out Arab teenager. Her bitch mode is officially activated.

Step Eight : The Walk 
It takes zero minutes for her to park her car and hop out of it like a member of the elite Recce squad. She didn’t even park properly. And she doesn’t even care. Once out,she zooms towards the hotel in the speed of light. Talking of light,she forgot to turn off her car lights and she’s already gone too far to turn back and turn them off. At the reception,she meets this sleepy-eyed receptionist that looks like she needs a man in her life. And a better job. ” Nimekuja kutafuta mtu hapa… ” Mama Brandon starts off,impatiently pointing around with her car keys. ” Anaitwa nani na alikuja lini huku?? ” the receptionist asks,startled,shuffling through her papers. ” James Kamau Ngotho. Alikuja leo asubui …. ” wife responds,almost losing her shit. Receptionist makes a couple phone calls. Checks her records book. Finds someone named James Kamau Ngotho. Who checked in at 3.36pm. ” Yes. Ako huku… ” she confirms. Wife almost explodes. But she manages to stay calm. For the love of God.

Step Nine : Going Up The Stairs…
The trip up the stairs takes less than a minute. She’s now fuming in the mouth and hissing like a snake. Her big breasts bouncing up and down as she climbs the stairs like an Amazonian warrior. She’s been referred to room 66. In her head she’s coming up with all manner of theories to associate that room with the Devil. And she’s right. If you add an extra six,the room is the Devil. She’s half-walking,half-flying now. In no time now,she’ll be half – human, half-beast. Her claws are out. And her temper has reached boiling point. Meanwhile, Baba Brandon is still getting head. Unperturbed. He’s lying across the bed,his rotund legs stretched apart,with Cindy,the 21-year old Kenyatta University student,bending over him,foaming in the mouth as she moves the Sponsor’s erect thing in and out of her mouth. He’s about to cum. And normally,she swallows the substance. Money has to be made. Times are tough.

Step Ten – Loud Knocking On The Door
A split second before he sputters his semen allover Cindy,a loud knock is heard. Followed by three louder knocks. He sits up and pulls his legs together. Cindy is there,all confused and dirty and messy. Her hair looks like a day-care playground. Her mouth is dripping with a mixture of saliva and some other stuff. Her titties are out. Her little butt is all out,stiff and tight. Ready for action. Baba Brandon jumps to his feet. ” Ni nani…?? ” he asks. Cindy is running around looking for her inner wear,her sturdy titties dangling around the place. She grabs a bra here. And a thong there. She uses the Sponsor’s boxers to wipe off the stuff around her face. Her hair is still a mess. There’s some commotion outside the door. She can hear an argument between two or three people . And then the door is forced open. Cindy jumps back. Baba Brandon attempts to hide. Mama has entered the room.

Step Eleven – The Drama 
Thinking fast,Cindy tries to bolt. Too late. Mama Brandon grabs her by her neck. And flings her across the room. Poor girl flies allover the place,crashing against the window and tumbling to the ground,butt first. And as the commotion between her and Mama Brandon ensues,Baba Brandon,her sponsor,flees the room..But he’s half-dressed and his trousers are falling. He has left his belt behind. And his shirt. Fuck. His car keys too. His mind is racing. And there are like six hotel employees standing strategically along the path to the ground floor.Staring at him. And some silly dude is laughing. Laughing. Curse that bastard. And then he hears some loud scream…Like someone whose probably been killed or something. It’s a powerful,strange cry of a girl in distress. He is afraid the girl has been strangled. And killed. I mean,he knows his wife. And she can be lethal.

TO BE CONTINUED…..