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Slay queen Drops Bombshell-This is Governor Munya daughter-No need for DNA

Peter Munya’s girlfriend, a nurse narrates of

how they got to know each other and how

governor now the Trade and Industriasation

Minister has abandoned her with a 1year old

daughter .

Governor peter Munya supported me all

through my pregnancy till I gave birth in

January 2016 All this time time everything

he did for me was in cash, at no time did

he deposit any coin in my account and for

sure hajui hata my account number.

He has seen my kid grow till 2016 July when

he stopped paying rent and started ignoring

my calls and SMSs for reasons I personally

don’t know. I met him in 2015 at the Mt

Kenya Safari club, then i was a student at

KMTC doing nursing and salonist.For a

number of days now Munya has not been

talking to me or replying my texts.

Read also Read also:photos of munya with official wife


On Tuesday last week i texted and told him

that the baby was sick he did not reply my

message when i threatened him of

reporting the matter to the police he

texted me on a Whatsup and told me that

he was going to kill me. I can still produce

the what’s up chat I have them he also

said that he will say that he gives me

100000. I want him to be honest to God and

explain about his bank transactions to any

of my accounts, which is this account he

deposits?

The only thing Munya did is to rent house

for me in a furnished apartment in

Westlands Church road at 180,000 per

month for 10 months when I gave birth

and bring me shopping or tell me to go to

Westlands where he had an office at Delta

corner, he also bought me a car which I

don’t know how much its costed.

My life is becoming hard and hard for me

having a one year old baby whose father

has neglected us. My parents always ask me

to take my husband home for them to see

him but because of Munya threat’s am

always afraid to tell them who is my child’s

father. I have photos we were taken

together during our happier days at

Sportsman Arms in nanyuki. I don’t request

anything from him all I want is for him to

take care of his daughter.

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