I climbed a matatu No. 11 from Parkland and I satted next to a
persons that looked like sun. Infact sun is an understatement.. she
looked like a Half Mhindi and half coast. Like the way Pasaris used to
look when he was young, not momo and not malnourished, a figure you
and me can die for.
IN head, I was telling myself.. that, si now, there is a dudes that
ramnyas this thing and maybe he does not even say thank you? He removes
like a bicycle. Maybe a dude somewhere can refuse to pick her call
because he has other mpangos? And what mpango would one have better than
this one. I was telling myself that if it was me, I would not even
allow her to climb mats, its better trouble remains.
In head, I telled myself that if only I knew English of niggas well well, I would have talked to her like satan.
Small, I telled myself to strengthen like a boy of child and talk to
her, she might enter box and agree to accompany me where Martin Maura is
drinking so that I go lie I have brought him persons and after buuuying
expensive dogogio, we lost?
In head, I started to rehearse good English lines, and possible answers
she would give, and my replies to her replies in order for me to win her
there and then.
Head telled me to say "Hey baby, yo so, sexxy" and head telled me she
would reply "theeenx" and I would reply 'seen me before?" She would say
"Nooo" and I would reply " Even on facebook?" And she would reply "aii..
noo" and I would reply "Thats where I work." And she would say "you are
funny" and I would say""theenk you baby. And yo look like Liyana,
nawamsain " and she would say "waoo, really? and I would reply "but you
are a little bit sexier, you know." And she would reply "You can say
thal again" and would say "do u mind dlinking dogogio of nairobi of up?
like at Tribeka? then she would say "What is dogogio? I would reply..
Lets go there u will see what dogogio is" and she would say "I dont do
Tribeka, I do, Westi" and I wold say "wherever you want we will go, but
lets try Tribeka and if you dont like the place, I will double your
money" and she would say "In that case, I have putted my thuruari on my
bag! Lets go!"
Before finishing to think the possibles, we reached Roast house area and
her phone ringed. She picked and in loud voice, she saided:
"harooo ooi poree sana, sikua na clendit. washa nieke clendit nikupigie nikichuka kwa gali"
Oi!!!, I refused to know how such a sun like persons can shrub like that, badder than me even.
I jumped from the matatu because I did not want to hear another word from her.
As I was walking away, I remembered another persons Theuri used
to have. She was sun like, dark and small lips, meaning even tiita was
small. She also had a job, so, she used to throw rounds too. But the
moment she opened her mouth to talk, everyone would refuse to know. Out
of topic and shrubing like satan. Theuri used to avoid her unless they
were two. If he felt he wanted to pour, he would either go to her house
or call her where only them two were.
I remain,
Dagitari Wanjohi.
Snr Gyno.
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