Wekullo Kuchio via Facebook
The year is 1999 and we are at a party somewhere at Dagoretti Corner with other Campusarians celebrating on our first jobs’ salary, two of us at Commercial Bank of Africa, three at Cooperative bank and three at the United Nations. I decide to invite my new boss at the bank to join us, a one Mr. Waita, a bulky white haired gentleman well into his mid 50’s but very close to us.
So, at the end of the party, late into the night, I ask Mr. Waita to drop a lady colleague home since they lived in the same Estate, Buruburu. Mr. Waita and the lady are both totally drunk. The lady jumps at the back seat and Mr. Waita drives off. Well, the following day is a Saturday and we meet at some joint in town after work to do a “postmortem” of last evening’s events but as we are catching up, my good old boss Waita is all quiet….so I ask him whassup big man?….then he says,…
“Weks, the lady you told me to drop home….problems, my wife….”
“Well, sir, pull yourself together and tell me, whats up?”
Waita:..”After I drove off with the lady, she fell asleep in the car and I forgot that I had someone in my backseat. So I drove all the way to my house, parked the car outside my house and went to sleep. The lady was in the car fast asleep until morning when my wife woke me up demanding to know what a young lady was doing inside my car’s backseat. Well, I denied any knowledge of a woman in my car. So I followed my wife to the car and when I saw the lady I remembered all about the lift. So now my wife thinks I am cheating on her and I cant prove my innocence…Guys what do I do?…”