Chapter 3
The next morning I lay awake wondering the life events that had led me to this very moment. I was once part of an elite all-female task force including
@Gibiin-Udug ,
@VixR ,
@Emily and
@Basic. Our mission was to infiltrate the evil Russian-backed spy community headed by
@Inquisitive_. However, he had bribed a scrupulous dirty cop called
@Apollo who would stop at nothing to have us banged up on trumped up charges. We successfully evaded their clutches and decided to separate into two different groups to deplete Apollo‘a resources. My old life seemed a thousand life times ago, compared to this mundane one where I am forced to get involved with the domestic life of @abdala and Sitahara.
We were fortunate in that a UK contact called
@Jaydaan, who was essentially a crook with some tech skills, was able to send us fraudulent documents to fly out to London to visit Basra in her decaying mansion.
Basra’s father was a quintessential English aristocrat who impregnated his Somali cleaner. Although, she grew up close to his manor, he was never allowed to publicly acknowledge her. Instead
@Basra lived out the rest of her life shunned with her two daughters
@Samira and
@SOULSEARCHING. Although
@Basra had no formal titles she inherited her fathers fortune and fell in love with a truck driver from Minnesota called
@Grigori Rasputin. On the birth of
@SOULSEARCHING, she chose to prove her love to
@Grigori Rasputin by handing over her entire estate to him. Little did she know that
@Grigori Rasputin fell in love with @basra’s younger, more attractive cousin
@NotMyL and absconded with the entire fortune. Defrauded, humiliated, with no formal titles and limited sunlight meaning she was ageing rapidly,
@Basra decided to live out the rest of her life on Somali forums. Her dedication to gossip and Somali forums meant that if there was any gossip,
@Basra would have al the details.
When we visited
@Basra, she was sitting on her old chair facing the window. “Hello eedo” I called out upon entering her dusty Victorian decorated living room.
@Basra turned around to face us and her eyes fixated on @abdala’. “@basra I have brought here a fellow whose wife has been impregnated behind his back” I murmured. Basra responses: “I could tell from looking at his face that this man has been betrayed, a face that has been humiliated always has a look of terrible sadness”, I know who you suspect
@Abdalla and its not them” basra said frightfully. “
@Abdisamad3 and
@Samaalic Era do not go after women who they are not related to,
@GTR only proposes to girls he doesn’t go far with them and
@Gucci mane does not put anything inside his mouth which is not henny or protein shake or sometimes a concuction of both”.
abdalla walked closer to
@Basra kissed her feet and begged “please tell me who it is then!”. His bald head was slightly distracting as it was reflecting the sunlight towards my eyes.
@Basra was enjoying the attention she was receiving from abdalla because she was drawing out her answers. “The clue my bald-headed obese friend is inside
@Grigori Rasputin Hargeisa blog, why do you think he was posting it every single week in 2018, there was something in there he wanted you to see!”.
@Crow took out his phone from his pocket and switched on
@Grigori Rasputin vlog, after watching several hours of the inane, dull content about the only shop that exists in Somaliland, the camera finally flashed to Sitahara where she was being fed grapes by a tall, handsome figure wearing an expensive suit and a Rolex watch.
@Gibiin-Udug mouthed in reaction “I know who this is! That is the
@admin of somalispot!” Our mouthes dropped with shock as we all looked at
@Abdalla who was smiling from ear-to-ear. I was confused by his reaction, had
@Abdalla had a mental breakdown and was he smiling as a weird coping mechanism? Crow snapped “why are you smiling you doqon”. “Because I am raising the son of a landheer who owns an entire website!” Shouted
@Abdalla. “Also the
@admin looks like he has big **** energy so I’m glad my wife could finally receive some satisfaction in the bedroom”. I was disturbed by this level of cuckholdery, but I didn’t wanted to engage with Abdalla any further so I bit my lip.
TO BE CONTINUED
