Leader of Majority Aden Duale with former presidential candidate. [Photo: Ghafla Kenya]
Kenyans are so impatient, that even before November is five days old; the Nairobian has made a major scoop.
The story might go down as the biggest secret romance to be thrust to the public after that of Kipchumba Murkomen and the eye candy Neisula Lesuuda.
But in this story, we deeply credit the Nairobian writer for managing to unmask Aden Duale in such a big way!
What makes the story sweet to read is when one imagines the vocal and tough Duale ‘throwing’ vibes. Yaani sweet nothings! Haha
The conversation is so juicy for anyone to dilute it, so here it is, read it:
Aden Duale: How are you my love?
Nazlin Umar: Asalaam Aleikum.
Duale: Si you would love to hear my voice…. Sema?
Nazlin: Ummh.
Duale: I have asked you if you still love me and you said yes, so I had to call and confirm that. Baby, I love you. Do you love me?
Nazlin: (sexily) Adeeeen!
Duale: Do you love me? I am asking you a question.
Nazlin: I have answered you…..you just tore me into pieces.
Duale: I am asking, do you love me?
Nazlin: You didn’t even listen to my audios. There is so much hurt.
Duale: No, you know I told you I’m very sorry and I have a problem with my phone. I can’t hear any audio.
Nazlin: But last week you heard them...
Duale: No, No, No. I don’t know what happened. I can’t even …even if I go to... even uhhh some of the things on YouTube. I can’t listen to them. The voice is not there (sic), the pictures are there. So do you love me?
Nazlin: Adaaan!
Duale: Do you love me? Yes or No! Then I will ask you another question.
Nazlin: Uhhhhhhh, regardless of everything?
Duale: No, no nooooo! You love me?
Nazlin: (Sighs) Yes!
Duale: I can’t hear you my baby, do you love me?
Nazlin: Yes.
Duale: How much do you love me?
Nazlin: Adaaan!
Duale: where are you, at home?
Nazlin: Mmmmmmh.
Duale: You know I had to step out of a meeting, just to go to my office to call you.
You know at time I want to call you but I can’t talk to you when I’m with my drivers, my bodyguards and all.
Nazlin: No, no! I can’t hear these excuses anymore. You, you…
Duale: No, no, no am just saying…. whether you accept or not, it’s not different, but I cannot talk to you the way I want to talk to you when I’m with people….in my car. So do you love me? Do you love me, seriously?
Nazlin: Mmmmmmh, yes Adan. Three years Adan, haven’t you seen that?
Duale: I love you so much. And I will do anything for you. Tell me what do I do for you to prove that I love you. Today. Tell me!
Nazlin: When I say…
Duale: (Interjects) what do you want me to do to show you that I love you too?
Nazlin: Adan, there are so many things…
Duale: Just tell me one or two.
Nazlin: I don’t know what to say, I don’t feel we are all that close anymore.
Duale: No, no, no, no! Just tell me what I should do to show you that I love you?
Nazlin: Uuhhhhh...
Duale: Because me I love you and I want to show you that I do (sic).
Nazlin: (In a sexy tone) Honeeey…!
Duale: Now what is wrong with you, what is wrong with you my dear?
Nazlin: I don’t know…
Duale: What do I do for you, to show that this guy loves you?
Nazlin: I only want to undo all the wrong...
Duale: Tell me how do I undo that? I’m ready because I love you and if I have wronged you, I have apologised. I am very sorry, I’m very sorry.
Nazlin: I want to hear it in your voice. You are going all over the country doing nothing and you have left me abandoned like this in so much pain.
Duale: No, no, no! I love you, I love you and that is why I say it.
Nazlin: But why don’t you show it?
Duale: How do you want me to show it my love?
Nazlin: Even after the fault, you know, why would you want to be part of me for a second?
Duale: No, no! Just tell me. I love you and I asked what do I do for you? One thing you have to agree, last week I had a hectic time in Parliament with all those election laws and all that.
Nazlin: I am healing on my own Adan. I am without you (starts crying).
Duale: (Interjects) My dear, my dear, my dear, you understand my position. I just came to a car park. I’m a national figure, I am known and I don’t want…..you know?
Nazlin: Adan, Adan, your bodyguards are your confidants.
Duale: No, they are not! You know it.
Nazlin: Okay, buy us a beautiful home!
Duale: You know what? Eeh, you know what? Let me tell you...
Nazlin: There’s no other way.
Duale: All my political life, I have had a personal space between my bodyguards and drivers. You know that. Even you wouldn’t allow me to have bodyguards who are... whatever you do they see. Yeah, my dear you must understand.
Nazlin: Yeah, but something like this for us now? How is it going to work?
Duale: Yeah.
Nazlin: . Ok, buy us a beautiful home, listen… buy us a beautiful home! Our home.
Duale: (Doubtful silence, voice fading, replies in a whisper) Yeah!
Nazlin: By now with all that pampering, you could have parked a Lexus outside my door and said, Nazlin, that’s for you, just to make you feel you belong to Aden Duale. Whatever you do...
Duale: (Love has faded from the voice, he weakly replies) No...eehhmm.. OK! Let me look for some little money. How do I deliver it to you?
The conversation is courtesy of the Nairobian.