Chapter 1-The Weekend Escape
When the final exam bell rang, the campus exploded into chaos.
Girls screamed.
Boys whistled.
Lecturers pretended to be strict but smiled anyway.
Books closed. Stress dropped. Freedom tasted like sugar.
For Nasieku, it wasn’t just excitement.
It was relief.
It was survival.
“Weekend getaway?” Amina whispered like she was offering salvation.
“Nakuru Airbnb, baby!” “I’m in,” Nasieku said before fear could talk her out of it. Because lately, fear had been living in her chest.
Fear of loving.
Fear of being touched.
Fear of belonging to a generation that rushed into intimacy like it was a trend.
Her mother raised her, saying:
A woman’s heart is precious. Don’t give it to someone who sees love like a snack.
But the world around her didn’t believe that.
People kissed first.
Spoke later.
Gave their bodies before giving trust.
And sometimes, that made her feel like she didn’t belong.
They traveled early the next morning—bus packed with laughter and cheap snacks. Amina was talking loudly, Nyambu was recording TikToks, and Nasieku was quietly staring out the window as the yellow savannah rolled past like a painting.
“Earth to Maa princess?” Amina nudged.
Nasieku smiled. “Niko tu. Nakuru looks peaceful.”
“Peaceful enough to let loose?” Nyambu winked.
“Kidogo.” She laughed.
But deep down, she wondered:
Would she ever feel free like other girls?
Would she ever trust love?
The Airbnb was a dream.
Warm lights.
Wide windows.
Soft couches.
A swimming pool sparkling under the sun like a secret invitation.
“This is heaven!” Amina screamed.
“It’s giving wife material lifestyle preview,” Nyambu added.
“Speak for yourselves,” Nasieku laughed. “Mimi, I just want sleep.”
But when she smiled…
Something in her eyes still looked tired.
Cupid Duties
They weren’t alone.
A group of friends from Nairobi joined.
Among them:
Faith.
Kevin.
Both are hopelessly in love.
Both blind.
Amina whispered, “Hawa wawili… one of them needs courage.”
“Leave it to me,” Nasieku smirked.
She pulled Faith aside.
“Unafeel kitu for him, ama I’m hallucinating?”
Faith blushed. “We’re just friends.”
“Sure. And I’m the Speaker of Parliament.”
Faith giggled.
Then Kevin.
“If Faith liked you… Would you run or stay?”
Kevin froze. “S-she…?”
“Answer.”
He swallowed. “I’d stay. Always.”
Later that night, Faith and Kevin were on the balcony, talking softly, smiling like children who had finally found a safe place to land.
Amina slid beside Nasieku.
“Cupid, umefanya kazi.”
Nasieku smiled proudly.
Love was easier when it wasn’t hers.
Night Thoughts
They played games.
They laughed.
Music echoed.
Life felt lighter.
But when the night turned quiet…
So did she.
While everyone slept, she lay awake thinking about relationships.
About how she feared being touched.
About how she didn’t trust “I love you.
About how she didn’t know whether she could ever let anyone… in.
She sighed.
Maybe love wasn’t for girls like her.
She didn’t know fate was already laughing.
Because love?
Was already on its way.
And it wasn’t coming gently.