She insisted we pass by her place before I went my way. On our way, she bought food and related items to cook.
My invisible talk buddy started singing “tonight’s gonna be a good night. I got a feeling, mnnnnnn hmn that tonight’s gonna be a good good night…”
She lived with a cousin whom we found resting. After pleasantries, they both disappeared into what I later learnt was the kitchen. The cousin reappeared and went for a shower.
Little friend from below the waist says "I’m all yours tonight. Got a feeling that I can’t deny. Everything about you gets me high…I’m all yours… "and it started getting higher, ad harder…
Before long, like a dog after a good piece of bone, I started snorting my nose, sniffing the air from the direction of the kitchen. The aroma wafting from that kitchen was beyond my nose’s taking. It got me feeling high. It was like, I was at Intercontinental Hotel…heee! I started whistling…ile ya "can you blow my whistle babe whistle baby Let me know. Girl I’m gonna
show you how to do it. And we start real slow…
I felt like the luckiest man. The cousin akatoka bathroom with some flimsy night dress, from which little was to the imagination. The girl(yule alinileta hapa) had her turn in the shower
Once done, wote wakaja mezani with the food. Mimi ni kupima mizani ya akili tu. In yupi ataanza, ni yupi atakuwa kwenye sakafu bla bla bla
The food was sizzling hot, and aromatic(fried rice, beef, some viazi vimetumbukizwa in something I can’t recall. I felt my stomach complain for my dilly dallying instead of giving Caesar what belongs to him
You see, there is nothing as sweet as kukula chakula, na mpishi…in this case, wapishi.
It’s like moving from cloud nine to seventh heaven, and ultimately Paradise.
Nikapakuliwa, tukashukuru Mola.
Haaaa hapo ndipo. Nikatumbukiza a kipande cha nyama mdomoni
All the psyche and heat I had dissipated in thin air the aroma felt choking