Chapter 50

HONEY IN THE CITY SEASON 2: CHP 5 – The perfect trap!

The following morning, Johnston packed a few clothes in his travelling bag. He also wore a pair of brown jeans, dark brown sports shoes, a light brown T shirt with black stripes that went around his chest, tight fitting enough to show his muscles nicely. He also had some brown matching sunglasses that made him look hot and more handsome. His broad pronounced shoulders made him look like a mini-Hercules when he walked.

It was around 7 am but some shops were already open and some were opening. An idea struck Johnson. One of the clothes’ shop was opening.

Johnson approached a lady who was still opening.

“Hi, I just love your clothes, I mean, the ones you are selling. I however have one request please, since I am travelling, I wanted to take a picture of this shop, you can take me the photo with my phone so that I will remember which shop when I come back to buy some of these nice jeans I am seeing here.” Johnson told the lady.

“Why not buy just now?” The lady asked Johnson.

“Right now, I only have enough money to take me where I am going. I am going to Nakuru. Please, let me just take a photo here.” Johnston told the lady. The lady did not think much of that strange request. After all, he just seemed interested in recalling the exact clothes shop it was.

“Ok.” The lady told Johnson.

Johnson posed for several photos, some inside the shop, some outside while holding some clothes and some as he sat on some stool that was next to where more clothes had been hung. Johnson then went through the photos one by one.

“Thank you. What is your name?” Johnson told the lady.

“Wahu, pronounced as W, A, H, U not Waa-who as some of the people write.” The lady told Johnson.

“Oh! I get it, Wahu. I will pass by here when I am coming back. Have a nice day.” Johnson told the lady.

“Eh! You should pay me for being your photographer.” The lady told Johnson with a smile. She was only joking but Johnson reached for his wallet and got a Kshs 100 note.

“Here, take this, I really appreciate.” Johnson told Wahu.

Wahu was so happy to get some little money to sort her breakfast as she was yet to take breakfast. “Safe journey.” Wahu told Johnson while waving at her.

“Have a nice day.” Johnson said and walked away.

Johnson went to bus station and got an express matatu to Nakuru. He called Joyce and told her that he was on the way to her place. Joyce was so excited to hear that Johnson was going. She even got out of her house to go and look for chicken to buy so that she will cook for him.

Johnson knew his plans well. He had wooed this lady for some time. At one month, he had even helped her pay her house rent which was amounting to Kshs 11,000. He had bought her a few presents too in his travels to her place.

He knew the lady was ripe to strike. He could feel it. As he sat in the matatu, he began chatting with his buddies who they shared ideas on how to nail women financially. They had even formed a group where they discussed all that.

JOHNSON: Guys, I am on my way to that bitch’s house. She has money that is for sure. I have dated her a few months and I know she has good money. I want someone who will call me when I am there, I will send a signal and alert you to call me. Let me try my luck with her.

GOODLUCK: We got your back, what is it that you want?

KEVIN: Do you want someone who will call in American Accent?

JOHNSON: No, not necessary. Just use normal accent.

RODRICK: Ok buddy, tell us what is your plan. We will back you up.

JOHNSON: I have taken photos from a certain lady’s shop, clothes shop. A nice big shop with a nice front. Now, I am going to lie to this Nakuru lady that that is my shop. Now, I want one of you to call me, pretend that you have my goods held in Namanga border point coming from Tanzania and that at the border point they want Kshs 150,000 to clear my goods. Failure to, the goods will be returned to Dar-es-salam and I shall incur more cost when going for them there. Now, this lady I know she has come to love me, to trust me since I have spent a few coins on her. I know shewill fall for it.

RODRICK: Wait, tell us the more you have spent on her to know if she will really trust you.

JOHNSON: I paid for her some rent, I have bought a nice few dress for her, I even bought her a golden necklace. I have sent her several romantic cards showing her how much I love her. I know she has swallowed the bait perfectly!

GOODLUCK: Wow! you guy is just ok. There is one I am slowly pulling through and I will need your assistance too, but when you come back to Nairobi, I will call you at a meeting and we shall plan. But I shall tell you the details when you come.

JOHNSON: Ok guys, who will call me? A serious caller, business call…

KEVIN: I will do that; I will speak like a border official to you. In fact, I will use my TZ number if you want me to.

JOHNSON: the better. We must pull this perfectly.

GOODLUCK: All the best guys. These women made us wiser. Before I knew women are users, I had lost enough money to build a house. Now it is my turn to chew them, financially and pussycally

JOHNSON: Hahahaha I get you boss.

They continued to talk until Johnson got to Nakuru.

JOHNSON: Guys, am going offline, let me go and meet my woman. And you Kevin, remember, when I send a text to your Kenyan number, after a few minutes, call with your TZ number, I will receive when holding her on my chest and make it sound as real as possible. We will drive the conversation perfectly. Ok?

KEVIN: Ok.

Johnson arrived in Nakuru. He called Joyce.

JOHNSON: Hi sweetie, your darling is right here, tell me how to get there please…

JOYCE: Take an Uber, it will bring you right here, Mawanga.

JOHNSON: Ok, see you in a few minutes.

Johnson managed to get an uber taxi. As he was going there, he stopped by a supermarket and did some shopping for Joyce, enough to last her a week or two. He did for her a shopping of Kshs 3,500. Among the items he bought for her were a pair of red sandals with something which was an imitation of a diamond at the top. He knew she would love it.

When Johnson got to Mawanga Estate, he called Joyce to be sure which plot he was going. He was directed to a house which looked new. It was a three-story building.

Johnson paid the Uber guy and the guy left. He then pushed the gate open. There was a gateman seated. Johnson introduced himself and said where he was going.

“Does she know you are coming?” the gateman asked Johnson.

Just then, Joyce waved from a balcony and called out saying, “I am here!”

“Yes, there she is.” Johnson told the gateman.

“Ok, welcome.” The gateman told Johnson.

Johnson walked majestically towards the staircase. He climbed all the way to the top without meeting anyone. Immediately he got to the third floor, Joyce was right there to receive him.

“Welcome, darling, welcome!” Joyce told Johnson while giving him a tight hug. She was wearing a brown dress that hugged her body tightly. Johnson held her onto his chest for a while before releasing her.

“You have moved to such a nice place!” Johnson told Joyce.

“Yes, and I am loving it. Welcome inside.” Joyce told Johnson.

Johnson made himself comfortable. She had even bought new sofa-sets which matched with the color theme of the house, brown.

“I am hungry honey, if I would get something to eat right away, and oh! I bought them for you…” Johnson told Joyce when he saw her place the items on one of the sofa sets.

“Thank you so much honey.” Joyce replied.

“Eh! You look so lovely, did you move to a new house and got to be more beautiful?” Johnson asked her.

Joyce felt flattered and even gyrated her thick waist for a while with an apparent lack of flexibility.

“Yes, people move at new places and become more beautiful, aren’t you aware?” Joyce asked Johnson as she served him with some food.

“You really have gotten to be more beautiful.” As Johnson said so, he pulled her gently and kissed her. Joyce felt so nice such that she wished Johnson would stop eating first and give her a good fuck. Johnson even touched her breasts briefly.

“Eat first, no hurry, you are sleeping here with me.” Joyce told Johnson.

Johnson ate very fast. He then walked to her bedroom. Heis wrong with these people? Can’t they wait for me to get money on Tuesday?”

“What are the goods they are talking about?” Joyce asked.

“Clothes, bales of clothes that were to be delivered in my shops. Wah! I think I have no choice than to let them go back with the goods and I can take them from Dar at a double amount of what they want from me now, I honestly don’t have that money now. I am expecting a cheque in Monday or Tuesday of Kshs 310,000.” Johnson said.

“How about I give you? Or I lend you the money? And know that you will return with interest…” Joyce told Johnson.

“Oh! don’t bother. I am ready to lose 150,000 more to pick the items. Besides when I sell them, I will make around 800,000 so I will have recovered the money and made some profit.” Johnson told Joyce.

Joyce turned and looked at Johnson in shock.

“What? You are ready to lose 150,000 all like that? Come on! Be serious! I can give you the money. I have the money provided that you promise to repay me.” Joyce told Johnson.

“Ok,” Johnson told Joyce with a smile on his face, “If you insist…”

“Call them and tell them you have the money.” Joyce told Johnson.

“but I will have to go to Namanga tonight, it can’t wait and I hate doing transactions when far, I love to see who I am dealing with.” Johnson told Joyce.

“It is ok.” Joyce said.

“I prefer you give me cash. Are you able to withdraw and give me the money? I will repay you with 20% interest even if you are my sweetheart, I promise. We can even go to Namanga together if you wish.” Johnson said.

“No need to go with you. Come on, get ready and let us go withdraw the money.” Joyce told Johnson. She could not imagine getting interest of 20% from the money she was to give Johnson. She figured out: I will have made a cool Kshs 30,000 just like that, that is enough to pay my rent and do some more shopping in the house…

Story by Anthony KERRY

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