After my mishaps in Mombasa last weekend, I came back to Bara n traveled to Eld on Tuesday Morning for some shughulis, later on in the evening I call an old acquaintance who I got to know in my short sint working there. Jamaa akanishow nimngoje in town, so I tell him anipate kwa a kapub, (not so modest ) but I used to frequent the joint because I had a crush on the owner , a MILF mhala (she had a crush on me too), though she was married.
Nikaenda hapo na kiherehere changu n itishad my daily dose of tusker, after a few sips nikaita waiter kando nikamuuliza “Madam ako wapi?” to which she answered not with words but a face, either disgust, consternation or lack of words, then walking away. Nikashindwa huyu amenidharau aje.
My buddy calls me n I direct him to the pub where he arrives kshs 320 later. His 1st question is “kumbe hii bar ilifunguliwa?” n I was like, was it ever closed?
He continues in a hushed tone to tell me that the owner, THE MILF, RIP had been killed a few months back together with a male companion, allegedly by hitmen contracted by the jilted husband (If it was him, I can’t blame him sana, huyo mthama hakua na aibu).
Nililipa bill na kutoka, nikaend kuabsorb the shock,grief and shame na faxe kama mbili.
Moral of the story… Achana na Mabibi za wenyewe.
I know that feeling, I once found my self in an estate where a primo school mate lived in a house they owned back then so was fairly sure watakua bado. I walked there and knocked the door nikauliza Nge’no ako wapi? kumbe the dude died two years prior, his youngest sister began shedding tears again. I felt like the grim ripper
Like they say enda ukatie wa campus lakini hao pia huendea “sponsors” (bwana wa watu) na hao bibi wa sponsors huendea barobaro kama nyinyi… Sasa dilemma