They say if you've had your share of meat, don't go shouting about it — but this one didn't get the memo. She went on bragging to her friends about what she'd done, not realizing she'd just called her own trouble. Soon enough, she learned the cost of a careless mouth and the price of loose talk.
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After giving Mudi that serious beating, Siyawezi headed straight to a large retail shop nearby. Beside it were old car tires dug into the ground, forming a circular sitting spot where young guys liked to hang out and talk.
She stepped up there, finding a few guys chatting. Without greeting anyone, she grabbed one of them by the hand and pulled him away with force. She led him down a narrow alley formed between two fences.
There, she pinned him hard against the wall, her arms stretched to block his escape. The boy was about to speak when she suddenly kissed him, deep and fierce, leaving him stunned. He couldn't resist — just gave in, holding her tight as their bodies pressed together. Her hand slid down into his sweatpants, teasing him until his breath came heavy.
He wasn't about to stand idle either — he lifted her wrap slightly and found her underwear, which he slid down gently to her thighs. That's when he realized she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. His hand explored freely, tracing her warmth and drawing closer to the center.
Her soft gasps filled the narrow space as his fingers continued their dance — no knocking, just entering without invitation, trembling inside her warmth. He kept on until she responded, her body signaling him she was ready to let him in.
He pulled away from her lips and turned her toward the wall, lifting her wrap higher while lowering his own pants slightly. The tension between them thickened; his desire, already stirred by her touch, now stood ready.
He pulled her gently by the waist, tilting her body just enough. His hand slid down, finding the right spot, and with one steady move, he pressed forward slowly. She let out a muffled sigh as he began his rhythm — slow, deep, then faster — until their bodies moved in sync.
Before long, the tension built to its breaking point. He couldn't last — his breath hitched, and he released with full force, finally stilling. He stepped back, pulling himself together, while she straightened her clothes, tying her wrap again neatly at the waist.
When it was over, Siyawezi turned, grabbed him again, and kissed him once more, firmly. Then she whispered, "Now I know it wasn't you that night. The one who ate what was mine already got what he deserved. Good night." With that, she disappeared into the darkness of the alley, leaving him standing there speechless.
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Around that same time, Semeni and Fatuma were sitting on the porch of a house not far from the road. Cars and motorbikes still passed by, their lights flashing through the evening air. The girls sat close, just a few meters from the women's salon where they usually spent their days doing little side jobs. With work done and evening near, they had time to talk in private.
"Girl, I don't understand your brother lately," Semeni said, sounding frustrated. "Rajabu hasn't called me since yesterday. Not like him at all… or maybe that clingy chick's already at his place."
Fatuma frowned. "Look, don't start that. You know, after that day we went over there, I got beaten badly when I got home — I just didn't tell you. Now I'm even scared of him; same temper, nothing changed. If you're telling me all this to ask for advice, fine, but if it's to drag me back into that drama, forget it. I'm not getting my ribs cracked again."
Semeni was shocked. "Wait, Rajabu hit you that day? Why didn't you tell me? He acted like nothing happened with me."
"If it weren't for my mom patching me up, I'd still have bruises. Now that you've brought it up, it's coming back. All my excitement's gone. And if he ever finds out where our friends hang out, you'll hear another case."
"So what am I supposed to do? A whole day and Rajabu can't call? I even slept at his place last night! This isn't normal — I feel like something's off."
"Girl, calm down. You know your man's a boda guy, right? You think he's got time every second? You're still his main, stop stressing. And speaking of, remember that Siyawezi we almost fought? Good thing we stopped — we'd have regretted it."
"How come?"
"I heard she fights even men. Word from the salon today says even the thugs fear her."
Semeni gasped, hand over her mouth. "No way… we almost picked a fight with her?!"
"Exactly! She was calm 'cause she knew she could handle all of us. To beat her, you'd need a whole squad — not like last time. Some girls in this town are no joke."
"I had my doubts about her, honestly. If she stood next to your brother, you'd think nothing of it. You'd be shocked how easily she'd take him."
"Forget her. She's not worth your headache. She's just chasing cash — you think she'd refuse any offer around here? Only if she's dead or lost her mind."
Girls' minds once a man enters them — only they know what really happens inside. The feelings grow wild, the craving stronger, especially when they know another girl's after the same man. They'll do anything to keep him close, afraid he might settle elsewhere and leave them all alone.
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