I once mentioned here how I used to be a neighbour to Edu (Edward Shimoli) and how he had a fly wife. What I did not say is that Edu’s wife,Madonna had a sister as beautiful as she. Madonna’s sister,Shiku,used to disappear and re-appear periodically. And when she re-appeared,she used to be loaded like a bank robber. She also did not have time for us,machali wa mtaa. Mambo ni kutununulia mafegi na muguks na kutuashanisha hapo tukidiscuss how tunaweza gonga hiyo rasa if the gods decreed that Shiku atutolee suruali. Its important to mention at this point that cruise ship tourists were aplenty in Mombasa in those days.
It so happened that I got redeployed to Mombasa by the company I used to work for then.
So when I landed in Mombasa in the company of a cousin who I was to put up with before I got my own place,Tiffany’s (Today’s Rio Club),Salambo,Casa B,Zeituni and a host of other clubs became places of interest for an alcohol and malaya loving youngster that was me.
So one day tukapitia Casa B na cousin yangu na kujidai tupewe kama tulivyo. Msahara ilikuwa imeingia Barclays.Kidogo kidogo at around 10pm,who shows up but Shiku. On seeing me she behaved like we were long lost friends. ‘Sasa Scum’ she said giving me a hug. To tell the truth hiyo hug hata sikuifeel. She was like what was I doing in Mombasa. Nikamshow nilikuwa nimekam kikazi. She sits down and orders a drink for all of us. Story zikabamba tukapewa mpaka around midnight. By then all those nyeges za kitambo zilikuwa zimerudi full force. I saw a chance to fulfil my wish ya kugonga that ass. And I dutifully asked when she could unleash the ass on me fearing that she would ringia me the way she used to tukiwa Jeri. I could not believe my luck when she said no worries,I was gonna get it that night. And she also swiftly organized company for my cousin. The gods were on our side since there was no cash expected and no cash was given. Just the drinks and chips from accross the road at Kenchic.
One o’clock in the morning saw us in a ‘amburi amburi’ (Bamburi) mat. Kufika home,mimi kama mgeni ofcourse nilitandika mattress chini na kupakuliwa my piece of ass by a professional ass peddlar. Never had it any better. Tukajisahau… Tukaoversleep
Come morning ndio wanadai tunaogea wapi. Haraka haraka maji kwa karai na kuyapeleka bafu huko kwa end moja ya plot. Wale wanajua nyumba za kiswahili za Bamburi wanaelewa the layout. Mi na cuzo tunatoka ati tunaenda kuorganize breakfast. Remember hatungewatoa na mwadhini because Shiku was a friend. But in actual fact we were facing a big dilemma na watoto wake. There was no way we were going to be seen nao tukitoka kwa nyumba moja considering how we had seen them dressed the previous night. But we forgot that we were dealing with professionals. They were decently dressed by the time we came back from getting breakfast. We thanked the gods for small mercies. I still mavel at the ujinga tulokuwa nao wa kwenda kununua mkate,mayai nne na maziwa wasee wawili. Although tulidai ni kuwapa privacy.
So after breakfast tukatoka vizuri mpaka kwa stage na kupanda mat za ferry. We could not thank our gods enough for such a big night.
But that was not all. Shiku later pulled one move on me that left every one in the office speaking about the new guy from Nai. Yaani mimi. Shiku alikuja kwa ofisi akiwa amedress kama anaenda kazi Casa B. With two friends. Mama yangu. Sijawahi kuwa famous among the men hivo and at the same time kukosa any other potential ass I might have gotten in the new office.
But the silver lining of my Shiku cloud was that I got regular ass for the period I was in Mombasa as long as it not was during her busy days. So my slice of ass was usually served on Mondays and Tuesdays. And sometimes Sundays,when she wanted some.
But when we met in Jeri after my ‘tour of duty’ in Mombasa,we acted as if nothing had happened. As if I still wanted that piece of ass. She bought me a packet of Sweet Menthol na muguka ya fifty bob. Shiku was a seasonal hooker.
@spax there is nothing wrong with that statement. If I had put it in English,it would have been like this: “…the way she used to when we were in Jeri.” Ask @gashwin
Moving on,it depends on which Jeri you grew up in. Ofafa ama Lumush. Lets start there. But I think not. Mi sikuwa mtu wa matusi mingi mingi…was and still is a reserved one.
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By the way, many of us who have been around have met one or two ladies from the hood/village in compromising situations, and they almost always bribe you in kind.
Trouble is, because you have known her for soooooooooooooooooooooooooo long, (like in my case she was the daughter of the deacon at St Paul’s ya kwetu) you are almost always tempted to go in blind. Na hapo ndipo regrets huanza - at the very least unaweza chomeka na ile kaswende drug-resistant dick ianguke chini uuachwe na ‘kachimo’ kadogo hapo kando unakojoa umepiga magoti kama mkamba singo matha…
kuna tym nimeenda apple bees ile kujichocha nione what happens huko ndani kufika nimetulia tu ka drink kangu naona manzi wa mtaani ako works mbaya noma ni ati tulionana at the same time maze karibu nihepe but nikajiuliza ni mimi nko ndethe ama ni yeye so nikatuliz but yeye akaenda akajificha na columns za walls.
For a while naona ako uneasy aki dance so nkatumana aambiwe aakuje, kukuja nikamshow asiogope mimi ndio ule saitan mkubwa juu nimekam kujibamba ,infact kuna dem hapo alikuwa ameiva mbaya nikamshow aniletee huyo beste yake anipigie kalapdance kiasi.bought them drinks and left kaa nimesteady kaa shenzi.watu wa umo can relate.