Chapter 37

“How did it go, between you and your wife?” Nancy asked Dickson the following day when they met at the gym.

“She is not my wife, and yes, I threw her out of there. Let her go with her bastard far away from me.” Dickson said.

“You call your child a bastard?” Nancy asked him.

“I never wanted a child with her, she can go to hell for all I care.” Dickson said.

“Children are innocent, they are blessings. At least take care of the kid.” Nancy said.

“I shall only take care of a kid I plan to get, not one that a woman tricks me to get with her. And why do women think once you have a child with her you can marry her? I am not a fool. Let her go wherever she wishes.” Dickson said.

“Ok, let me mind my own business.” Nancy said and got into the gym to continue with her session.

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Nancy decided it was too risky to obtain money from men by meeting them. She decided to just concentrate much on social media platforms where she could obtain money through pretense.

Nancy’s cousin travelled back to her home leaving Nancy and her daughter alone.

Each day, Nancy would not lack men who she would lure with the pretense that she will go to visit them but would not.

Due to having so much time, Nancy even remembered she had a present to pick in Mombasa from the hotel she had spent a few nights in Arusha.

Nancy decided to keep the TV hoping to sell it in future since she had another TV that was working.

One morning as Nancy was relaxing, she got a call from Mwanajuma, her hairdresser.

“Eh! You never meant to teach me how to get rich like you while sitting at home, isn’t it?” Mwanajuma asked.

“Whoa! Remind me, was I to teach you a business?” Nancy asked her.

“Yes, how to chop men’s money.” Mwanajuma said point blank.

Nancy laughed over the phone and told her, “Ok, come to my place and come with school fees, nothing is for free.”

“Do you think I can ask you to show me how to make money if I had money?” Mwanajuma asked Nancy.

“Ok, do this, go to a butchery, come with a half kg of lean meat, no bones and no fat. Then come with some vegetables. We are going to have lunch here as we talk over it.” Nancy told Mwanajuma.

“Now that is fairer to me.” Mwanajuma said.

“And a bread, I am hungry…” Nancy said and terminated the call.

Mwanajuma did not only buy the items she was sent to buy, but also bought some milk and blueband to go with them.

Mwanajuma had an easy time getting to Nancy’s place as she had been there to attend to some other client. She however hesitated knocking not so sure if it was Nancy’s place.

Nancy was seated inside having wrapped herself with just a kitenge and with nothing else inside. She had however showered and decided to relax like that as she was all alone in the house. She heard a knock at the door and went to check.

“Wow! I thought you do not know my place!” Nancy told Mwanajuma as she gave her a tight hug.

“At least I still remember this place.” Mwanajuma said and got inside Nancy’s house. She went straight to the kitchen area and dropped the items she was holding there.

“Oh! can I make tea for us? I am also hungry. Today I did not go to work.” Mwanajuma said.

“Yes, you can. And why are you not at work?” Nancy asked her.

Mwanajuma adjusted her long blue dress with white patterns commonly known as Dera and tucked it under her pantie making her buttocks protrude and said, “Sometimes I wonder why I cannot be like you. You never seem to work but always have more money than us.”

“When you know how to get free money, you will never lack.” Nancy said.

Mwanajuma got busy preparing some tea. She then prepared some bread and smeared blueband on it.

“Men are very easy to lure. Just show them your fine ass and they all want to bring down heaven to you.” Nancy said.

“Ok, as if we do not have buttocks…” Mwanajuma said.

“We all have buttocks, but how you present them is what matters.” Nancy said.

“That is why we are here.” Mwanajuma told Nancy.

As they were drinking their tea, they began sharing ideas on how to lure men into giving money.

“Sometimes, you have to engage a man online until hethinks you are for real. Call him all sweet words. Now, for a quick check, nowadays men fear women who start calling them sweet terms too fast, take your time like a few days or a week.

Then, start being all sweet to him, make him believe he will win your pussy eventually. Then when you ask for a favor, do not be too obvious. Begin like you are only telling him your problem but are not interested with his money.

Most men are naturally problem solvers and will wish to solve your problem and sort you out, in fact, it is him who will suggest to give you money before you even ask him.” Nancy said.

“You speak like you did male psychology…” Mwanajuma told Nancy.

“Yes, men are like worms. Just lure them to you, don’t go after them.” Nancy said. “Like, get nice sexy dresses or clothes, take photos in nice places, with a nice camera. When you post such online, you are sure of getting some men interested with you.”

“Eh! I rarely post anything on Facebook.” Mwanajuma said.

“Then begin. I tell you; men will come drooling at you, and you will find them just being generous.” Nancy said.

“Just like that?” Mwanajuma asked.

“You have to give a man hope for him to do what you want. Make him believe that you are taking for him pussy at his place. Many will gladly send you money for fare. Once he sends, transfer it immediately to another number or a bank account. In fact, have at least 4 numbers registered. You just have to be smart online to survive.” Nancy said.

“You mean, they just send you money?” Mwanajuma asked.

“It is that simple. Try it. In fact, make them fall in love with you. Then when you lie, make the lie sound real.

For example: you can tell him that your landlord is about to throw you out and make it sound as real as possible. Even call him and sound like you are crying. If he gets the feeling, he will send you money. Play with their sympathy. Make him feel like he is doing something so good to you.” Nancy said.

Before Mwanajuma would say something, else Nancy added, “I know lying is wrong but, hey, you are not stealing from them, you are only making them give you willingly.”

“Damn!” Mwanajuma said, “You are wicked!”

“Noooo! I am just smart!” Nancy said.

“Ok…” Mwanajuma replied.

“Always be smart and sexy. When in a hotel eating alone, have that sweet smile, eh! Like ….” Nancy smiled, “And a man might as well come to you and offer to pay for your lunch. I even get men to pay for me bus fare when I am travelling.”

“I think you are just lucky.” Mwanajuma told Nancy.

“I am not lucky; it is all about how you present yourself. Tell me, do you want to mean that those ladies who win miss whatever beauty pageants are the most beautiful? No! they have more than beauty. It is their confidence and presentation. Same case, do you want to tell me Vera Sindika has the best ass in Kenya? I don’t think so, but she knows how to present it thus earning money out of it.” Nancy said.

“Do you give them sex? I mean, the men who give you money?” Mwanajuma asked.

“Hell no! I do not. If I was to screw all men who have given me money, I would probably fill all Dreamline buses. I just promise them but they will never get me. I only give those that I want, and often, they are not even paying me. I fuck when I want to get the pleasure, not when I want to get money, unless caught in a situation where I cannot avoid it.” Nancy said.

“Whoa! Seems I have a lot to learn!” Mwanajuma said.

“In fact, most of the people I get money from are just online. Sometimes I lure a man with my nudes and there he sends money.” Nancy said.

“Do you mean, you send your photo to him when naked? Don’t you fear him spreading the photo?” Mwanajuma asked.

“Let me give you a golden rule,” Nancy said, took a sip of her tea and continued, “Never send a nude that is showing your face, or any other thing that people can identify you with. This way, if the idiot leaks your nudes, you can always say it isn’t you. Furthermore, people do look alike, and no one will know it was my ass or my pussy by just seeing its pic online. Be smart my girl…”