Over the last thirteen years since I turned 18, I have at times thought of myself as a handsome young man. And the interest some young women have shown in me has helped me to confirm that I am indeed as handsome as I perceive myself to be. One time 2011, for instance, when I was teaching at a small school in Nairobi called Mathematics Institute of Kenya, one of my female students started behaving in a way that made it apparently clear that she fancied me.

Then in the course of the year 2015 when I was teaching piano at Wynton House of Music in Nairobi, a young woman then of 31 years got employed as a receptionist of the music school. From the instant she was employed, she started showing an interest in me by coming to where I was to swap stories with me. But it didn't hit me she was taken with me till one day when she told me of how she liked the way I smiled.

And then there is this lass in my neighbourhood named Kate who started showing an interest in me way back in 2005 after I cleared my high school studies. In December of that year when I visited her home, she gave me a jumper that I loved wearing when I was in Starehe Institute in 2006.

At another time in 2011, I visited Kate's home only to find she was all alone with her little child. She invited me into the living room where we talked about sex and relationships, a discussion that I found rather steamy. As our talk progressed, she tucked her little child in another room and then came to seduce me. Somehow, I resisted her advances.

Although I was never infatuated with Kate, I have to confess that earlier in this decade, I enjoyed dropping by her shop in our hometown of Kiserian to talk about - yes, you guessed it right - sex and relationships. I found her talks insightful and exciting in an immoral way. She at one time took advantage of my visits to her shop by asking me to take her for outings in a posh hotel.

I will never forget the night in 2013 when I came close to being seduced by Kate. That night, I was taking a leisurely walk in Kiserian when I chanced to meet with Kate as she was walking to her home, or rather, her parents' home where she lived. After we met, she asked me to accompany her. And like a fool, I gave in to her request.

Kate asking me to accompany her to her home that night reminds me of a story in the book of Proverbs about a young simple man lacking judgement who, as he was going down the street, met a woman who led him astray with her smooth talk. That's why I have said I gave in to Kate's request like a fool.

And, as you might already be thinking, Kate asked me to fondle her breasts that night, but I resisted the temptation. Then she implored me to carry her in my arms and I again resisted the temptation. Mark you, she was cajoling me to do all that during dark hours as we walked on lonely paths surrounded by bushes and trees.

Looking back, I am feeling grateful that I resisted the temptations that Kate lay on me that night in 2013 because if I had fondled her breasts or carried her in my arms, I would most probably have explored her further in one of the surrounding bushes during that dark hour. And who knows? I might have picked up a disease or made her pregnant. Today, she could be pestering me to help her take care of a child I wasn't prepared to bring up.