'Wababa' Campus Girls Golconda

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By:Kevin Kogo
photo source:Times of India

Blowjobs are like bitcoins among university female students.A form of currency.it can pay rent,stock shhopping,buy alchohol plus nyama choma in kamakis.

Well you have seen it in memes or in twitter catfish accounts "Nataka mbaba wa za-money" mnatoa wapi wababa?"its not just a joke.Parents sit tight this one rough ride

1:Team weekend

A bevy of party holics.sailing through every weekend on carefree mode.Young and drunk.Taking pictures of mzingas and captioning it yolo on whatsapp status and instagram stories.You have seen it, i have seen it and if you are a student in Rongai or Juja atleast you have experienced it.

When everybody could wear Mini skirts,shake booties and give heads,the hunt for sponyos demanded an upgame.

Young college girls thirsty for lust and life couldn't get it and couldn't accept that they can't meet the standards.So they resolved to target weekend carousers.

Here the transaction is simple.If the 'mbaba' can afford enough drinks then a quickie is guaranteed.If he is generous enough and giving out drunk promises,they will stick around to sunday evening.its happening and in hundreds.So lets start here

Its a tuesday "kila mtu akue na thao by friday" a group of 5 or 6 girls would agree.They would contact Dad and make excuses,call flings and broke simping boyfriends,just have a thousand shillings by friday okay.

Fast foward to friday evening.After putting on makeup from 2pm,trying a couple of outfits and several snapchat photos.The group of besties would now uber themselves to Olive or Twist or the Attic Longue in mirema,just anywhere suit to trap 'wababa'

They would take a table,order tusker cedar each (that they would take a sip after 25 minutes) roll their eyes around the club throwing glances to potential sponyos.It wont take long and the waiter would be serving the table with beautiful ladies drinks they didn't order."From huyo jamaa kwa corner" and a request for a specific lightskin to join the guy would follow.That is how it goes.Our beautiful girls are marinated with gilbeys and the long story ends in an Airbnb or a subaru backseat
Monday comes,Classes continue.

2:Groupies

Clout chasing maniacs.Miss famous.Always talking about their expensive outfit,sticons or wigs.They are part time models with kiburi kidogo from gaintrain followers on instagram and tiktok.You know them from your school don't you? well they are full time sugar daddy predators.

All they need is a good photographer, some filterd semi nude photos and the hunt for simpanzee is on.They hundred percent operate from social media,making  polite Dm's and sweet comments on posts
Step 1,identify a prey.Mostly media presenters,musicians,politicians and social media personalities.Step 2,stock their online charachter and when convinced he is the right mbaba message something that would stand out.

If the simp clicks on her profile.Pap! He has taken the bait.The conversations will be dragged to whatsApp to late night calls,to softcore nudes and before they even meet,the guy is already sending money

Unlike the first group,this jezebels would pretend to be inlove,tolerate a relationship,get their rents paid,sticons fixed,weekly pocket money and extra tip for a revesre cowgirl well done.But they have no intentions of keeping the sponyo.Once they land their next target,they are out.Mbaba anarudi kwa bibi yake life inaendelea

3:Everybody

If we are talking about campus courtesans,the list is endless.Yes.Who is in the mood to talk about lecturers and their truant girlfriends.Nah not today or nympho thugs a.k.a team mchele or extortionists blackmailing wababas with crude sextapes or...enough with the or's

kuomoka or atleast make our instagram followers think we are young and balling is the goal.You don't care,i don't care so Ongeza cup moja ya keg.Untill next time.

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