QUEEN OF SABA ! Mr. Hyena baits a naive girl with music videos and gets a miracle

Maman Salomon has sworn to castrate me for having castrated her niece. Thieves surely don’t want to be robbed, because Mama Solomon is a married woman who shouldn’t be jealous of other beauties I chaw. You see, I’ve been secretly serving Martin’s wife (Mama Solomon) for the past two years, who now wants to kill me for heckling her niece as well.

I’m friends with Martin, who’s been working at Nasser Road for a while now. Martin runs a stationery where he earns a lot of money, but while he was working I served his wife, until she brought her niece.

Anyway, mom Solomon once brought her niece called Kate, who had just finished a secretarial course, to her house to stay with them, but they first passed by the store after leaving the park of cabs. When Mama Solomon and Kate arrived at the stationery, they humbly knelt down and greeted us, because I was there with Martin. After the formalities, I jokingly told Mama Solomon that I’m going to marry Kate. In response, she explained how Kate was not like my usual Bimbos I played with. “I will kill anyone I find playing with her,” warned Mama Solomon. Despite all of this, I made eye contact with Kate several times. She looked delicious all the way, with beautiful legs, toes and those eyes.

About four days later, I returned to the store so that Martin could make me some documents. He had turned the back room into a cybercafé. When Martin resumed his work printing documents, I decided to watch video clips on the computer, only for Kate to enter. To my surprise, the chic could sing word for word on all the songs of Nick Minaj, Justine Beiber and Adele. So I asked where she was from, “Kyotera,” Kate replied proudly. I was surprised at how knowledgeable she was. She kept asking me why I was looking at her. I replied “I’m trying to understand you.”

After spending about three hours in Martin’s shop, I left but my thoughts remained. “She has a sweet scent…….. ohm, those beautiful nails,” such thoughts raced through my head. However, there was one obstacle; Maman Solomon would get angry if she felt that I wanted her niece. I made it a point to visit Martin’s shop. I would go to a supermarket first and buy some snacks which I would share with those present, including Kate. Every time lunchtime found me there, I begged Kate to go buy me chips and ebigendelakko. “Keep the change,” I always said. I honestly didn’t know if Kate’s closeness to me was due to feelings she had for me or just a case of some innocent chic mingling with an elder. But I kept joking that she was my wife.

Once, while I was watching Sheba’s videos in the back room, Kate and another chic who usually hangs out in the shop joined me. Kate leaned over my shoulder and started rubbing against me as we watched the videos. People, my heart almost exploded. “Repeat this song,” Kate said at the end of Sheba’s Ndiwanjawulo song. “Kale, I love this song…I can’t get enough of it even though I listen to it all day,” she said. Every muscle in my body grew. Around that time the other chick left and Martin was busy with clients. I increased the volume so that Martin closes the door between the shop and the back room. “Now we can have fun without interruption,” I said when the door closed. I wondered what to do, with one part saying I should step up to Kate and the other fearing she’d report me to Mama Solomon.

However, go for its part won. My heart was beating fast but I had to make a move. “What kind of woman are you who can’t give her husband a kiss?” I asked. Kate was like, “Eeeeh is it the woman giving it or the man?” it was like saying, “Mr. Hyena, eat me! I did exactly what she asked of me. A gentle man should have stopped there but I am not one. Everything was sweet. Smelling Kate’s booty, I touched what Ronald Trump loved the most, his cat. Kate didn’t protest, giving me the courage to propose a quick amendment bill! Kate responded by spreading out the pages of her constitution, as if to say, “Please amend it…..it’s all yours my dear! I don’t know how we ended up against the wall, but that’s where we ended up, with me tearing apart Kate’s constitution. It is very difficult to change the constitution of a little baby when you are big like me because of many opposing forces. But I twisted her arms and talked to her nicely until I signed Kate’s amendment.

She greedily returned the whole August house to me and I had fun “My my my!” I cried out silently as I enjoyed my pen emboldening the strokes of my signature in her constitution. While she was saying “Please arrest Uncle Hyena……they are going to find us please hurry before Uncle Martin comes in.” it took me over seven minutes to shoot. I put Kate, who was on my lap, down as the sweat poured down from us. “Oh Uncle Hyena, what have you done to me? Kate asked and I was like “I love you sweetie.” She smiled, then ran out of the room. Although Martin was a good friend, I couldn’t tell him what I had done.

The following month, I was too busy to devote time to Kate. Every time I went there I found them busy. Then about three months later, one day Mom Solomon called me on the phone, demanding an explanation about what I had done with her niece. Mama Solomon spent about 30 minutes spitting fire, after which she threatened to tell my wife that I had scored a penalty for Kate. Every hour after, Maama Solomon would call and threaten to castrate me. After the last call, I texted Martin and begged him to calm his wife down. I promised to take care of Kate. In response, Martin asked me when I had tiptoed into the beauty, yet she was still at the store with him. Today, I’m taking care of the little hyena she dropped, although lucky Yasmine doesn’t know about it.

Until you hear from me again, I remain your servant, Mr. Hyena.


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