Wycliffe was a very sensuous man. The evening I went for a cup of tea remains etched in my mind. After tea he asked me to join him for dinner which we prepared together. While the beef stew was simmering he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He had left the radio cassette playing some romantic music that I loved because I had watched its video back at home. He had been very excited about it because I was able to describe each and every artiste as I had seen them.
When he came back to the kitchen he grabbed me and gave me such a hot and deep kiss that I couldn’t resist. He then showed me how to make ugali since it was something I had never made. We ate quickly because I had to go to my house to sleep.
He held my hand begging me to stay. His touch sent me gasping with spasms of sensual excitement and before I knew it he had carried me into his bed. When he made love to me for the fist time, it gave me a feeling that I never felt before! The tenderness, the soft caresses, the sweet and wholesome kisses and eventually the throbbing manhood that got into my hot juicy womanhood so smoothly, so slowly, so stiffly and warmly made me yell with inexpressible excitement. I was at the top of the mountain. It was even made sweeter, more exciting and more fulfilling by his ravenous manly gasps. Oh! How we were both carried into an unending utopia of romance. This feeling was real, so real that it consumed both of us in a wild fire of desire. We had inexhaustible energy and went on and on and on until we got worn out and lay stretched out on the bed in total nudity and fell into a deep sleep of heavenly fulfillment. That marked the beginning of a life-long romance.
When we woke up in the middle of the night I asked him about himself. He told me he was thirty and that he wasn’t married but had two small children. He also told me that he had not put up a house because he had no one to take care of it.
I then told him that I was twenty three and had a daughter whom I loved very much and that anyone who would marry me would have to take her in too.
He then asked me to marry him and said that he was more than willing to adopt my daughter.
I then told him that I had not thought about marriage and so we needed to give ourselves time as marriage was a life-time commitment.
He agreed but said that nothing would ever make him stop loving me : his love for me has always been fresh and stronger every new day for the last over thirty years and indeed nothing and no one has ever made him stop loving me one single moment of our life together.
Similarly, my love for him has forever been bottomless. He has unconditionally loved our four beautiful and loving daughters and our grandsons. We shall give the same love to all our other grandchildren whom God will bless us with.
Chapter 4 – Nanzushi
It became clear to all our colleagues that there was something hot going on. This sent torrents of jealousy in most of them including the headmaster, Mr. Nanzushi. By virtue of his position, he summoned me to his office one afternoon with the selfish plan of dissuading me from going on with my love affair with Wycliffe.
“Kagendo,” he began. “I’ve called you here to discuss your relationship with Wycliffe.”
On that note I made a firm decision not to discuss anything with him but to sit and listen to what he had to say.
“I know Wycliffe has promised you a lot of things. He might even have promised you the sun but I would like, as a father, to advise you. You come from very far and I wouldn’t like to see you going back home a disillusioned lady.” He said. “You’re beautiful and charming,” he continued, “and any man, including me, can fall head over heels in love with you. I would like to help you make the right decision. Have you ever been to Wycliffe’s home?”
I then remembered that Wycliffe had borrowed a friend’s car one night after having taken me out to Golf Hotel in Kakamega town. He had taken me to his father’s home which was about eight kilometers from the school . I also recalled having met his elderly parents who were very warm to me. His ever smiling father, Isaiah, who had been a retired police inspector and later on a tour guide even happened to know a lot about my home district–Meru. That was rather surprising but also encouraging.
So I looked at Mr. Nanzushi and said, “Yes, Sir.”
He was surprised but feigned concern and asked.
“Well, whom did you meet?”
“His parents, Sir.”
“Well,” he continued, “it’s not surprising. Everyone else must have been told to keep off. Anyway, I would like you to know that I have known Wycliffe for a long time. He is a very promiscuous man who already has three wives and several children. Do you want to be his fourth wife? I wouldn’t want you, young as you are, to be entangled in such a mess. Or . . . what do you say?”
“Nothing, sir,” I answered.
“Well, go and think about it and give me feedback soon.”
“I will, sir.”
The talk turned out to be fruitless and Mr. Nanzushi decided he would do everything within his power to break up the two love-birds.
Chapter 5 – The Confrontation
I left the office more amused than annoyed. I later narrated to Wycliffe what had transpired in the office and he was also very amused.
Our intimacy grew even stronger oblivious of the jealousy and the prying eyes around us and we made love madly early in the morning before going to work, during lunch time and of course at night. We beamed with the radiance that comes when one has boundless love.
This went on but it did not augur very well with our colleagues and the fifty-two year old headmaster who had also shown a very keen interest in me.
In the third month of my relationship with Wycliffe, Nanzushi wrote a formal letter to him asking him to produce a marriage certificate between him and I or to show cause why he shouldn’t be interdicted for co-habiting with a teacher trainee.
On receiving the letter he went to seek clarification from Nanzushi before responding to it. He therefore went to the headmaster’s office and found him taking his mid-morning tea.
He looked up and said, “Yes Wycliffe, what can I do for you?”
Wycliffe sat on a visitor’s chair and said, “Sir, I have just received this letter from you and I kindly request you to clarify its content before I respond to it.”
“Go and ask that through writing,” the dictatorial headmaster retorted.
Wycliffe insisted on a clarification and this enraged the headmaster who picked up his tea cup, hurled it at him across the room but he ducked and it hit the wall behind him breaking into pieces that cluttered the floor.
Wycliffe then realised that the headmaster was geared up for physical war when the latter, a short plump old man, left his seat and strode across the room to where he was seated and held him tightly by his collar.