Ngoma ya kiarabu...

Back in the day, there’s this friend of mine (*James) who was taking an accounting course at the then Mombasa Poly. The exams were about to start and trans-nighting was a must, if one hoped to avoid a resit or even a Xerox.
On this particular day, James had done all he could to catch up on material that seemed alien to him. He took supper and went back to cramming. He only realised the night had creeped in when he felt the urge for a commercial break (cancer stick).
The shops nearby were closed and he decided to go to a bar that used to close late. He used the Manyimbo cemetery route despite his fear of the in/famous Coast “Majini”.
Luckily for him, a guy (*Abdullah) in a Kanzu was going the same way. He felt relieved when Abdullah engaged him in small talk.
At some point, the friendly and talkative Abdullah asked him whether he liked ‘Ngoma ya Kiarabu’. James said “kabisa!”
James reached the bar and as he was going in, Abdullah told him that he would wait for him outside the bar. James bought his sticks and a matchbox and started the journey back accompanied by Abdullah, who took no time to revive the “ngoma ya Kiarabu” story.
As they were nearing the cemetery area, James felt Abdullah hold his hand.
The next second, he was surprised when he felt his hand come into contact with something warm and very stiff, and a heavily breathing Abdullah telling him “niruhusu nikuchezee ngoma ya Kiarabu, si hata wahisi niko chonjo”!
It was then that James realised what his “friend” was after. He was about to taught the moves to “ngoma ya Kiarabu” and it was evident that this “ngoma” had nothing to do with “Taarabu” music as he had imagined, but everything to do with being visited in his nether regions. This was something very alien to him.
He twisted Abdullah’s “ngoma ya Kiarabu” hand violently and in the same instant, jumped back while shouting “shindwe shetani”!
Abdullah retorted “lakini mbona kaniambia kwamba waipenda ngoma ya kiarabu”?
James must have broken some sprint records coz in no time, he found himself at the Poly minus the cancer sticks. He tried reading but the “ngoma ya kiarabu” incident kept interfering with the material he was supposed to be absorbing. He gave up and went to bed. It was a long night for him coz sleep took its sweet time coming.
Even to this day, whenever he hears a “Taarabu” song playing, his body breaks out in goose-pimples.
“NGOMA YA KIARABU” sio “TAARABU”

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very well narrated, engineer, ni kama ulishuhudia!:D:D:D:D

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La, hasha Mwalimu! *James was and still is good in narratives.

:D:D:D:D:D:D Be sincere; your first name sio James?? o_Oo_Oo_Oo_O

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Not by a long stretch!

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:D:D:D:D:D:D… Karibu na mtaani!

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Mombasani kuna mambo, hehehehehehe

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story zako ni funny sana

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:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Mwingine wa kujitolea mhanga amelipua kloseti…

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hiyo closet imepigwa round kick,nini haswa huvutia mashoga kwenu ni mikia mko nayo mikubwa ama tutabia mko nayo ya ushogaushoga?

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@inzhener otmetka =James

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Mashallah! Taarabu ni Ngoma ya ki-swahili sio?

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:D:D:D:D:D

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To paraphrase President Mugabe, faggots are worse than…
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If it was a bet, ungekuwa unalilia kwa choo!

Chunga usije ukapotoshwa uchezewe ya kiarabu!

a stinking vagina

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Umenoa! You need to trans-night!

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