Abba
Elder Lister
i had just came back kenya on my summer break . I was to embark on my final project that fall before i made my one way ticket home winter 1989. Nikakutana na Shikuku John hapo kwa Mwitoti center.We didnt have elaborate network of telephone booth. So sending a human messenger was handy.
It was joy to see my best old time friend. I had just landed the previous night and took a bus straight to Mumias . First stop with John was kukamata gorogoro la Busaa. That brew was made to the finest by that mama Truphena just like old times. I entertained the Busaa delegates with stories about shafting white girls and how easy it was for them to show you their titties and get to their moist coouchies. I could see some adjusting their trousers because there was tectonic shifts taking place underneath.
I was able to clearly elaborate to them the difference between our village girls and white girls. One of the most distinguishing difference was with the white girls ni kwamba ungekojoa ndani ya coouchie without fear because they were all on birth controls, whereas hawa wetu you had to be good in timing "coitus interuptus" otherwise utazalisha crocodile. Also the white ones shaved their coouchies bald whereas hawa wetu rared forests bigger than Biwotts'.
The story flowed through the night . I was also briefed how my former classmate Wafula( we used to call him @Budspencer because of his stump structure and mean face ) was caught red handed enjoying conjugal rights na bibi ya former headmaster kwa staff room where she was a teacher. He became an instant village hero.
Later we could go smoke some fresh ndoom from Uganda around 3am as we waited for some local girls to party with . And that's when i fell in love with this song. Never heard it from 1989 mpaka leo as I was listening to some BBC radio and quickly googled it. Raz Kimono died in 2018 of heart attack. May he RIP. Such a talented African.
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It was joy to see my best old time friend. I had just landed the previous night and took a bus straight to Mumias . First stop with John was kukamata gorogoro la Busaa. That brew was made to the finest by that mama Truphena just like old times. I entertained the Busaa delegates with stories about shafting white girls and how easy it was for them to show you their titties and get to their moist coouchies. I could see some adjusting their trousers because there was tectonic shifts taking place underneath.
I was able to clearly elaborate to them the difference between our village girls and white girls. One of the most distinguishing difference was with the white girls ni kwamba ungekojoa ndani ya coouchie without fear because they were all on birth controls, whereas hawa wetu you had to be good in timing "coitus interuptus" otherwise utazalisha crocodile. Also the white ones shaved their coouchies bald whereas hawa wetu rared forests bigger than Biwotts'.
The story flowed through the night . I was also briefed how my former classmate Wafula( we used to call him @Budspencer because of his stump structure and mean face ) was caught red handed enjoying conjugal rights na bibi ya former headmaster kwa staff room where she was a teacher. He became an instant village hero.
Later we could go smoke some fresh ndoom from Uganda around 3am as we waited for some local girls to party with . And that's when i fell in love with this song. Never heard it from 1989 mpaka leo as I was listening to some BBC radio and quickly googled it. Raz Kimono died in 2018 of heart attack. May he RIP. Such a talented African.
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