Malong is bored and idle…let me drop a hekaya.
Year 201…,malong and his dearest madut are operating a thriving shop in a small town in rural kilifi ,as malong’s side hustle.madut is employed as the operations director as she runs her green grocery within the premises.
Four times a week,madut used to wake up very early in the morning to go to kongowea to buy her wares.after dropping her at the bus stage at around 4.30am…i immediately went to open the shop to get the early morning customers,mostly touts and conductors who needed cigarettes, mothers and school kids who came for milk and bread.i used to hold the fort till 6.45,when I was relieved by a relative I employed to assist madut.
Malong underwent a lot of temptations during this morning shift, four women in particular,made it their mission to harras me and I went along with the game… strange enough we enjoyed these sessions.
The first one,let me call her mama nyamvula…a ECD Teacher who I suspected had fallen for the Dinka hunk,she was a single mum,buxom ,well endowed with big tits and a humongous arse and accompanying hips.she was cohabiting with a scion of a prominent family in the area,who worked and lived in mombasa but was present during weekends.
Mama nyamvula usually came between 5.50-6.00am to buy breakfast,she usually came clad in two big kanzus.one tied around her waist and another around her shoulders with a baggy shirt beneath.and nothing under the waist kanzu.we had our own signal.when she started with greetings,the coast was clear, nobody was around…when she came and just demanded milk and bread, people were around.
On the occasion she started with greetings,she moved a few feet away from the counter, raised her top kanzu with the t shirt and gave me a peek of her big breasts .
After some seconds,she parted the waist wrapper and gave me a peek of her hairy snatch…
It was a daily routine… apart from when she was paying rent (periods),her daughter nyamvula was the one coming to buy breakfast.
Mbeyu,the second lady ,used to sell pastry two blocks down from my shop.she usually came at around 5am often to buy either baking powder,yeast,or cooking oil.most of the time she came when her hands were covered with flour dough and she usually told me to take money from her apron pockets… usually the notes were in her top pocket,next to her loose blouse with no bra…she would tilt a bit and malong would fondle her tits before taking the money.she would give a slight moan.then I would give one tit a squeeze… just a routine,all this without talking…when madut was around she would usually retrieve the money herself without assistance.
The third lady was I will name luvuno,a duruma lady working as a nurse at the hospital in town…she liked these dera with a g string and no bra in the morning.
Our routine was simple…I usually hung ketepa and kahawa grade one satchets on a line next to the counter door…she mostly came at 5.30am and on her list,she rarely missed kahawa grade one…which I usually told her to tear from those hanged next to the counter,as this was being done I would discreetly put my hand below her dera and squeeze her shapely arse while seated at the counter…this was most enjoyable because no passerby could see the proceedings…she used to enjoy this.
The last one,sidi,operated a mangwe next to the bus stage,she would come to buy packets of sportsman ,safari and rooster to sell to her early clients…she was forthright…she would tell me in ki giriama.
“Mjaluo nzoo hano uni Gwire mahombo,una manya kuni gwira vidzo”…who am I to disappoint?the old lady had quite a rack…she would make sure madut has boarded the bus then come and get the cigarettes and a fondle.
These continued for a year and a half and was never caught…all was mutual.