Almost the Point of No Return

In 2009 when I came to stay here at home after dropping out of JKUAT, I didn't like sticking around, perhaps because I hadn't discovered the power of hobbies. The following year, I sometimes went to a music school in Nairobi.

And the music school was just a partitioned room in the basement of a tall building. Oh, I told Mum I went there to teach piano. But most of the time, I stayed idle.

Where did I get the fare to go to the school, you ask? Well, I hadn't exhausted the loan I borrowed when I was pursuing engineering at JKUAT. That's what I used it, and boys in the loans board are after me now.

Anyway, one day when I was going to the music school, I entered a cybercafe in downtown Nairobi. And my goodness! I found myself seated next to an attractive damsel.

After I struck up a conversation with her, she readily agreed to accompany me to the school. Off we went, past tens of buildings till we reached the music school, and found no one there.

I first taught her a thing or two on the piano. Then we talked about some things, including the dirty ones. Before long, I allowed my hands to wander, but stopped before crossing the line of sexual immorality.

Later that day as I went home, I thought sex must be wonderful, going by how I had felt when I allowed my hands to wander. And it's like I couldn't get that damsel out of my mind because I kept contacting her.

At first, she responded to my conversations in a manner that made me excited, and you know how. But it reached a time when she became hostile, obviously after realizing I was a moron.

I was actually a moron given the way I went to idle in Nairobi when my fellow countrymen were working. And though I've not heard from that damsel in more than a decade, I repent the lust I had towards her.

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