When Legends Used To Walk These Streets 2

It's Me Scumbag

Elder Lister
This one legend still gives @Aviator sleepless nights. He scarred @Aviator for life. Ladies and gentlemen,I give you Mabenda4.
So this is the hekaya the legend wrote:it is a long read. But it's worth every raised hair on @Aviator 's nape...

I had matters to attend in Nairobi. Those days, Sgr was still in gaseous form, Naekana parents had not met, and Mash was still called Mashru brothers and only operated Long distance trucks. The buses that did Nairobi Mombasa were Coast Bus, Malindi bus, Akamba and Tana River Bus....there were others, but they were like Airtel money in a world of Mpesa.
So I had business to attend in Nairobi. I took my Jacket, the only luggage I have allowed myself to carry over the years when heading to Bara, and took a seat aboard Malindi bus, KAC, a fairly new one at the Time....I took a seat just behind the makanga seat...two rows from the door. I adjusted my Walkman headphones, and soon was lost in the world on Gregory Isacks, Night Nurse. Presently, I sensed a commotion outside, and indeed perceived a scuffle at the entrance of the bus....but I couldn't make out the words seeing that my ears were in a 10000 Watts PMPO Discotheque.
As if on cue, at the ebb of the Commotion, a short 4ft 8inches, extremely yellow yellow, moderately plumb girl climbed on board. She wore a two piece jeans skirt suit, and held a yellow sweater in her hands. No hand bag. Her hair was in Curry kit, though a bit untidy. Her skin was so smooth and flawless, she looked like she was made of porcelain. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life.
She hovered by the entrance for a second, unsure where to seat. At the moment, I was praying to every known god, offering my body as a burnt offering, and promising to forever remain faithful, beseeching the gods to Steer her to sit next to me. She looked my way, and I broke into the biggest smile I could muster.... She smiled back, revealing a set of ivory white teeth, and two distinct dimples ....her eyes shone like black diamonds....and I became her slave for all eternity.
She walked up to me, and I was almost certain she would sit next to me. At the very last instant, she turned and took the seat across the isle.....looking at me sheepishly. My heart, slowed down to slightly above the Hypertensive patients recommended upper limits as I watched her settle down, adjusting the sweater in her lap several times. I removed the headphones and hang them on my neck, and the sunglasses went on my Punk hair do. I noted remotely that a middle aged Couple...a man a a lady, boarded immediately after her, and took a seat behind her. This was the last thing I noted before I turned my whole attention to the gal across from me, and how to make her mine for ever and ever Amen.
The bus left Mombasa half empty, or half full depending on your view of the glass. I hadn't decided on any proper Attack words, but as we went up Mazeras, I had a Eureka moment.... I stared at her full in the face, and as our eyes locked, I patted the empty seat next to me.... inviting her over. She giggled in response, and glanced right ahead. I repeated the gesture twice, but she didn't come over. On my forth attempt, she responded by patting the seat next to her .... inviting me over..... Friends, I have done stuff hurriedly in my life, but the speed with which I flew over the isle, I almost teleported to another dimension. She was highly amused, and the ice stood broken. A few words later confirmed she was A Kamba. Her name was Hirene..,I figured Irene. She had some heavy accent but I promised myself that our children would speak English. She was also a bit loud, much to my distress because I like keeping my stuff quiet. Chini ya maji... She would also get excited fairly quick, almost anticipatory... She would also be a bit vulgar....but I didn't care. To hell with Civility.....With her beauty, she could do whatever she Dan well pleased...so long as she accepted me.
By Mariakani She was wearing the Walkman and the headphones were hanging on her neck. By Maungu she was my Fiancee and as we hit Voi stage we were deciding Children's names. At Voi stage, the bus stopped to pick more passengers. The vendors came to the windows. I offered to buy my bride whatever she fancied. She Took two boiled eggs and a packet of Strawberry Yoghurt..... I remember unconsciously thinking"what a mad combination". But my subconscious could go hang for all I cared. We hit the road. She ate her food,.....then she slept...on my Lap. Let me say that again....She slept ....On My Lap....If you have never been a 21yr Old man, you have no idea what I mean. Just be content with this....Just before Heaven...the next best thing is a Beautiful gal you just met, sleeping on your lap.
Manyani was a blip, Tsavo Man Eater a speck of dust. We hit Mtito Andei by 1pm. I kissed my bride awake, and I unconsciously heard the couple behind us make a fuss about something. I took my bride by hand, and we went down to the restaurant....She ate a quarter chicken with three sausage s. I took tea. A visit to the rest rooms and we were back in the bus. My sixth sense kept telling me I was being watched, but my youth told me that people were envying me for my Catch. I paid them no mind.
Back on the road, I hatched a plan. This marriage must be consumated today. I shared my plan with Irene.....A very simple plan. We both alight at Emali, spend the night and proceed on our journey the following day. She agreed to the plan without any objections. I thanked whatever angel was on my duty on that day. My mind went Amok as I pictured what would transpire after I locked that guest house door. Oh my...my my.... It would be a night to never forget.
Presently, we arrived in Makindu....I heard the makanga tell the driver..!"Tafuta mahali pazuri" ...I am an introvert, I notice alot of stuff unconsciously.
The driver parked a short distance past the stage...very odd. The couple behind us stood up, and started conversing in Kamba to someone called Nduku. Telling her that they had arrived. That she should disembark. I heard, or rather sensed my bride tense up. I looked at her, and my previously very beautiful Irene now looked like death. She was sweating a little, her teeth were clenched and veins stood out on her face. She looked like death. My instincts to protect what is mine kicked in and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, comforting her, reassuring her, completely oblivious of the commotion behind us. The next I knew, oh God help us all, My Irene shot out of the seat like a bad word in church, and attacked the lady behind. Aty....."Nyaa Mweni, ndukandetere munuka nyie.....ki**mba kìì...." She was trying to bite the woman on her face, standing on me, with my head up her skirt. Lord have mercy. Hell broke loose. Kikamba language lent the air.....there was alot of Nduku tulia....amba kweteera Vanini kerììtu kakwa, Cool down Irene.....in short we were in hell.
I was completely lost....the sweet lady I had known since Mombasa was completely gone....in her place, was a total stranger, a mad stranger. I backed off...she saw me retreating...she came for me, eyes blazing. She took my hand in both her hands, and declared that I was her husband..... she even named our children...two boys and one girl...supprisingly she remembered the girls name was Muthoni.
My good God....there was total chaos. The makanga stole my ear and explained to me that the girl was Mentally disturbed.....that she had even refused to board the bus....and only calmed down when she saw my interest in her. She was a Psycho.....a nut case......a freaking mad gal.
Sweet Jesus... She took my hand and refused to let me go. By now, we had been at the stage for almost half hour....she was refusing to alight....said I was her husband....held my hand with demonic strength and couldn't let go. No one would ply her fingers Open......I was told to disembark.....infact I was oderred to. I disembark ed, with my gal on tow. The man who sat behind us stole my ear...and explained that we needed to take Irene Nduku to Makindu General hospital for some injection that would calm her down. He begged me to help them. The bus left.
So I walked my bride down to the hospital, she did Everything I told her without objections. Her Auntie went ahead to prepare the Doctor, while the Uncle walked behind us...all out of sight....she didn't want to see them. At the hospital, the doctor gave her the injection so fast, she never saw it coming. She fussed about, then went into a zombie mode. She calmed down, her eyes fire went out and she walked to her Auntie.....It was around 5pm. They thanked me for my help, and took a Matatū to Wote.
I walked to Kiokos guest house and booked a room for the night. Slept alone. I traveled to nairobi on the morrow...Shaken.....but still a young man, scouting for a gal to call mine.I had matters to attend in Nairobi. Those days, Sgr was still in gaseous form, Naekana parents had not met, and Mash was still called Mashru brothers and only operated Long distance trucks. The buses that did Nairobi Mombasa were Coast Bus, Malindi bus, Akamba and Tana River Bus....there were others, but they were like Airtel money in a world of Mpesa.
So I had business to attend in Nairobi. I took my Jacket, the only luggage I have allowed myself to carry over the years when heading to Bara, and took a seat aboard Malindi bus, KAC, a fairly new one at the Time....I took a seat just behind the makanga seat...two rows from the door. I adjusted my Walkman headphones, and soon was lost in the world on Gregory Isacks, Night Nurse. Presently, I sensed a commotion outside, and indeed perceived a scuffle at the entrance of the bus....but I couldn't make out the words seeing that my ears were in a 10000 Watts PMPO Discotheque.
As if on cue, at the ebb of the Commotion, a short 4ft 8inches, extremely yellow yellow, moderately plumb girl climbed on board. She wore a two piece jeans skirt suit, and held a yellow sweater in her hands. No hand bag. Her hair was in Curry kit, though a bit untidy. Her skin was so smooth and flawless, she looked like she was made of porcelain. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life.
She hovered by the entrance for a second, unsure where to seat. At the moment, I was praying to every known god, offering my body as a burnt offering, and promising to forever remain faithful, beseeching the gods to Steer her to sit next to me. She looked my way, and I broke into the biggest smile I could muster.... She smiled back, revealing a set of ivory white teeth, and two distinct dimples ....her eyes shone like black diamonds....and I became her slave for all eternity.
She walked up to me, and I was almost certain she would sit next to me. At the very last instant, she turned and took the seat across the isle.....looking at me sheepishly. My heart, slowed down to slightly above the Hypertensive patients recommended upper limits as I watched her settle down, adjusting the sweater in her lap several times. I removed the headphones and hang them on my neck, and the sunglasses went on my Punk hair do. I noted remotely that a middle aged Couple...a man a a lady, boarded immediately after her, and took a seat behind her. This was the last thing I noted before I turned my whole attention to the gal across from me, and how to make her mine for ever and ever Amen.
The bus left Mombasa half empty, or half full depending on your view of the glass. I hadn't decided on any proper Attack words, but as we went up Mazeras, I had a Eureka moment.... I stared at her full in the face, and as our eyes locked, I patted the empty seat next to me.... inviting her over. She giggled in response, and glanced right ahead. I repeated the gesture twice, but she didn't come over. On my forth attempt, she responded by patting the seat next to her .... inviting me over..... Friends, I have done stuff hurriedly in my life, but the speed with which I flew over the isle, I almost teleported to another dimension. She was highly amused, and the ice stood broken. A few words later confirmed she was A Kamba. Her name was Hirene..,I figured Irene. She had some heavy accent but I promised myself that our children would speak English. She was also a bit loud, much to my distress because I like keeping my stuff quiet. Chini ya maji... She would also get excited fairly quick, almost anticipatory... She would also be a bit vulgar....but I didn't care. To hell with Civility.....With her beauty, she could do whatever she Dan well pleased...so long as she accepted me.
By Mariakani She was wearing the Walkman and the headphones were hanging on her neck. By Maungu she was my Fiancee and as we hit Voi stage we were deciding Children's names. At Voi stage, the bus stopped to pick more passengers. The vendors came to the windows. I offered to buy my bride whatever she fancied. She Took two boiled eggs and a packet of Strawberry Yoghurt..... I remember unconsciously thinking"what a mad combination". But my subconscious could go hang for all I cared. We hit the road. She ate her food,.....then she slept...on my Lap. Let me say that again....She slept ....On My Lap....If you have never been a 21yr Old man, you have no idea what I mean. Just be content with this....Just before Heaven...the next best thing is a Beautiful gal you just met, sleeping on your lap.
Manyani was a blip, Tsavo Man Eater a speck of dust. We hit Mtito Andei by 1pm. I kissed my bride awake, and I unconsciously heard the couple behind us make a fuss about something. I took my bride by hand, and we went down to the restaurant....She ate a quarter chicken with three sausage s. I took tea. A visit to the rest rooms and we were back in the bus. My sixth sense kept telling me I was being watched, but my youth told me that people were envying me for my Catch. I paid them no mind.
Back on the road, I hatched a plan. This marriage must be consumated today. I shared my plan with Irene.....A very simple plan. We both alight at Emali, spend the night and proceed on our journey the following day. She agreed to the plan without any objections. I thanked whatever angel was on my duty on that day. My mind went Amok as I pictured what would transpire after I locked that guest house door. Oh my...my my.... It would be a night to never forget.
Presently, we arrived in Makindu....I heard the makanga tell the driver..!"Tafuta mahali pazuri" ...I am an introvert, I notice alot of stuff unconsciously.
The driver parked a short distance past the stage...very odd. The couple behind us stood up, and started conversing in Kamba to someone called Nduku. Telling her that they had arrived. That she should disembark. I heard, or rather sensed my bride tense up. I looked at her, and my previously very beautiful Irene now looked like death. She was sweating a little, her teeth were clenched and veins stood out on her face. She looked like death. My instincts to protect what is mine kicked in and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, comforting her, reassuring her, completely oblivious of the commotion behind us. The next I knew, oh God help us all, My Irene shot out of the seat like a bad word in church, and attacked the lady behind. Aty....."Nyaa Mweni, ndukandetere munuka nyie.....ki**mba kìì...." She was trying to bite the woman on her face, standing on me, with my head up her skirt. Lord have mercy. Hell broke loose. Kikamba language lent the air.....there was alot of Nduku tulia....amba kweteera Vanini kerììtu kakwa, Cool down Irene.....in short we were in hell.
I was completely lost....the sweet lady I had known since Mombasa was completely gone....in her place, was a total stranger, a mad stranger. I backed off...she saw me retreating...she came for me, eyes blazing. She took my hand in both her hands, and declared that I was her husband..... she even named our children...two boys and one girl...supprisingly she remembered the girls name was Muthoni.
My good God....there was total chaos. The makanga stole my ear and explained to me that the girl was Mentally disturbed.....that she had even refused to board the bus....and only calmed down when she saw my interest in her. She was a Psycho.....a nut case......a freaking mad gal.
Sweet Jesus... She took my hand and refused to let me go. By now, we had been at the stage for almost half hour....she was refusing to alight....said I was her husband....held my hand with demonic strength and couldn't let go. No one would ply her fingers Open......I was told to disembark.....infact I was oderred to. I disembark ed, with my gal on tow. The man who sat behind us stole my ear...and explained that we needed to take Irene Nduku to Makindu General hospital for some injection that would calm her down. He begged me to help them. The bus left.
So I walked my bride down to the hospital, she did Everything I told her without objections. Her Auntie went ahead to prepare the Doctor, while the Uncle walked behind us...all out of sight....she didn't want to see them. At the hospital, the doctor gave her the injection so fast, she never saw it coming. She fussed about, then went into a zombie mode. She calmed down, her eyes fire went out and she walked to her Auntie.....It was around 5pm. They thanked me for my help, and took a Matatū to Wote.
I walked to Kiokos guest house and booked a room for the night. Slept alone. I traveled to nairobi on the morrow...Shaken.....but still a young man, scouting for a gal to call mine.
 

Ramses

Elder Lister
This one legend still gives @Aviator sleepless nights. He scarred @Aviator for life. Ladies and gentlemen,I give you Mabenda4.
So this is the hekaya the legend wrote:it is a long read. But it's worth every raised hair on @Aviator 's nape...

I had matters to attend in Nairobi. Those days, Sgr was still in gaseous form, Naekana parents had not met, and Mash was still called Mashru brothers and only operated Long distance trucks. The buses that did Nairobi Mombasa were Coast Bus, Malindi bus, Akamba and Tana River Bus....there were others, but they were like Airtel money in a world of Mpesa.
So I had business to attend in Nairobi. I took my Jacket, the only luggage I have allowed myself to carry over the years when heading to Bara, and took a seat aboard Malindi bus, KAC, a fairly new one at the Time....I took a seat just behind the makanga seat...two rows from the door. I adjusted my Walkman headphones, and soon was lost in the world on Gregory Isacks, Night Nurse. Presently, I sensed a commotion outside, and indeed perceived a scuffle at the entrance of the bus....but I couldn't make out the words seeing that my ears were in a 10000 Watts PMPO Discotheque.
As if on cue, at the ebb of the Commotion, a short 4ft 8inches, extremely yellow yellow, moderately plumb girl climbed on board. She wore a two piece jeans skirt suit, and held a yellow sweater in her hands. No hand bag. Her hair was in Curry kit, though a bit untidy. Her skin was so smooth and flawless, she looked like she was made of porcelain. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life.
She hovered by the entrance for a second, unsure where to seat. At the moment, I was praying to every known god, offering my body as a burnt offering, and promising to forever remain faithful, beseeching the gods to Steer her to sit next to me. She looked my way, and I broke into the biggest smile I could muster.... She smiled back, revealing a set of ivory white teeth, and two distinct dimples ....her eyes shone like black diamonds....and I became her slave for all eternity.
She walked up to me, and I was almost certain she would sit next to me. At the very last instant, she turned and took the seat across the isle.....looking at me sheepishly. My heart, slowed down to slightly above the Hypertensive patients recommended upper limits as I watched her settle down, adjusting the sweater in her lap several times. I removed the headphones and hang them on my neck, and the sunglasses went on my Punk hair do. I noted remotely that a middle aged Couple...a man a a lady, boarded immediately after her, and took a seat behind her. This was the last thing I noted before I turned my whole attention to the gal across from me, and how to make her mine for ever and ever Amen.
The bus left Mombasa half empty, or half full depending on your view of the glass. I hadn't decided on any proper Attack words, but as we went up Mazeras, I had a Eureka moment.... I stared at her full in the face, and as our eyes locked, I patted the empty seat next to me.... inviting her over. She giggled in response, and glanced right ahead. I repeated the gesture twice, but she didn't come over. On my forth attempt, she responded by patting the seat next to her .... inviting me over..... Friends, I have done stuff hurriedly in my life, but the speed with which I flew over the isle, I almost teleported to another dimension. She was highly amused, and the ice stood broken. A few words later confirmed she was A Kamba. Her name was Hirene..,I figured Irene. She had some heavy accent but I promised myself that our children would speak English. She was also a bit loud, much to my distress because I like keeping my stuff quiet. Chini ya maji... She would also get excited fairly quick, almost anticipatory... She would also be a bit vulgar....but I didn't care. To hell with Civility.....With her beauty, she could do whatever she Dan well pleased...so long as she accepted me.
By Mariakani She was wearing the Walkman and the headphones were hanging on her neck. By Maungu she was my Fiancee and as we hit Voi stage we were deciding Children's names. At Voi stage, the bus stopped to pick more passengers. The vendors came to the windows. I offered to buy my bride whatever she fancied. She Took two boiled eggs and a packet of Strawberry Yoghurt..... I remember unconsciously thinking"what a mad combination". But my subconscious could go hang for all I cared. We hit the road. She ate her food,.....then she slept...on my Lap. Let me say that again....She slept ....On My Lap....If you have never been a 21yr Old man, you have no idea what I mean. Just be content with this....Just before Heaven...the next best thing is a Beautiful gal you just met, sleeping on your lap.
Manyani was a blip, Tsavo Man Eater a speck of dust. We hit Mtito Andei by 1pm. I kissed my bride awake, and I unconsciously heard the couple behind us make a fuss about something. I took my bride by hand, and we went down to the restaurant....She ate a quarter chicken with three sausage s. I took tea. A visit to the rest rooms and we were back in the bus. My sixth sense kept telling me I was being watched, but my youth told me that people were envying me for my Catch. I paid them no mind.
Back on the road, I hatched a plan. This marriage must be consumated today. I shared my plan with Irene.....A very simple plan. We both alight at Emali, spend the night and proceed on our journey the following day. She agreed to the plan without any objections. I thanked whatever angel was on my duty on that day. My mind went Amok as I pictured what would transpire after I locked that guest house door. Oh my...my my.... It would be a night to never forget.
Presently, we arrived in Makindu....I heard the makanga tell the driver..!"Tafuta mahali pazuri" ...I am an introvert, I notice alot of stuff unconsciously.
The driver parked a short distance past the stage...very odd. The couple behind us stood up, and started conversing in Kamba to someone called Nduku. Telling her that they had arrived. That she should disembark. I heard, or rather sensed my bride tense up. I looked at her, and my previously very beautiful Irene now looked like death. She was sweating a little, her teeth were clenched and veins stood out on her face. She looked like death. My instincts to protect what is mine kicked in and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, comforting her, reassuring her, completely oblivious of the commotion behind us. The next I knew, oh God help us all, My Irene shot out of the seat like a bad word in church, and attacked the lady behind. Aty....."Nyaa Mweni, ndukandetere munuka nyie.....ki**mba kìì...." She was trying to bite the woman on her face, standing on me, with my head up her skirt. Lord have mercy. Hell broke loose. Kikamba language lent the air.....there was alot of Nduku tulia....amba kweteera Vanini kerììtu kakwa, Cool down Irene.....in short we were in hell.
I was completely lost....the sweet lady I had known since Mombasa was completely gone....in her place, was a total stranger, a mad stranger. I backed off...she saw me retreating...she came for me, eyes blazing. She took my hand in both her hands, and declared that I was her husband..... she even named our children...two boys and one girl...supprisingly she remembered the girls name was Muthoni.
My good God....there was total chaos. The makanga stole my ear and explained to me that the girl was Mentally disturbed.....that she had even refused to board the bus....and only calmed down when she saw my interest in her. She was a Psycho.....a nut case......a freaking mad gal.
Sweet Jesus... She took my hand and refused to let me go. By now, we had been at the stage for almost half hour....she was refusing to alight....said I was her husband....held my hand with demonic strength and couldn't let go. No one would ply her fingers Open......I was told to disembark.....infact I was oderred to. I disembark ed, with my gal on tow. The man who sat behind us stole my ear...and explained that we needed to take Irene Nduku to Makindu General hospital for some injection that would calm her down. He begged me to help them. The bus left.
So I walked my bride down to the hospital, she did Everything I told her without objections. Her Auntie went ahead to prepare the Doctor, while the Uncle walked behind us...all out of sight....she didn't want to see them. At the hospital, the doctor gave her the injection so fast, she never saw it coming. She fussed about, then went into a zombie mode. She calmed down, her eyes fire went out and she walked to her Auntie.....It was around 5pm. They thanked me for my help, and took a Matatū to Wote.
I walked to Kiokos guest house and booked a room for the night. Slept alone. I traveled to nairobi on the morrow...Shaken.....but still a young man, scouting for a gal to call mine.I had matters to attend in Nairobi. Those days, Sgr was still in gaseous form, Naekana parents had not met, and Mash was still called Mashru brothers and only operated Long distance trucks. The buses that did Nairobi Mombasa were Coast Bus, Malindi bus, Akamba and Tana River Bus....there were others, but they were like Airtel money in a world of Mpesa.
So I had business to attend in Nairobi. I took my Jacket, the only luggage I have allowed myself to carry over the years when heading to Bara, and took a seat aboard Malindi bus, KAC, a fairly new one at the Time....I took a seat just behind the makanga seat...two rows from the door. I adjusted my Walkman headphones, and soon was lost in the world on Gregory Isacks, Night Nurse. Presently, I sensed a commotion outside, and indeed perceived a scuffle at the entrance of the bus....but I couldn't make out the words seeing that my ears were in a 10000 Watts PMPO Discotheque.
As if on cue, at the ebb of the Commotion, a short 4ft 8inches, extremely yellow yellow, moderately plumb girl climbed on board. She wore a two piece jeans skirt suit, and held a yellow sweater in her hands. No hand bag. Her hair was in Curry kit, though a bit untidy. Her skin was so smooth and flawless, she looked like she was made of porcelain. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life.
She hovered by the entrance for a second, unsure where to seat. At the moment, I was praying to every known god, offering my body as a burnt offering, and promising to forever remain faithful, beseeching the gods to Steer her to sit next to me. She looked my way, and I broke into the biggest smile I could muster.... She smiled back, revealing a set of ivory white teeth, and two distinct dimples ....her eyes shone like black diamonds....and I became her slave for all eternity.
She walked up to me, and I was almost certain she would sit next to me. At the very last instant, she turned and took the seat across the isle.....looking at me sheepishly. My heart, slowed down to slightly above the Hypertensive patients recommended upper limits as I watched her settle down, adjusting the sweater in her lap several times. I removed the headphones and hang them on my neck, and the sunglasses went on my Punk hair do. I noted remotely that a middle aged Couple...a man a a lady, boarded immediately after her, and took a seat behind her. This was the last thing I noted before I turned my whole attention to the gal across from me, and how to make her mine for ever and ever Amen.
The bus left Mombasa half empty, or half full depending on your view of the glass. I hadn't decided on any proper Attack words, but as we went up Mazeras, I had a Eureka moment.... I stared at her full in the face, and as our eyes locked, I patted the empty seat next to me.... inviting her over. She giggled in response, and glanced right ahead. I repeated the gesture twice, but she didn't come over. On my forth attempt, she responded by patting the seat next to her .... inviting me over..... Friends, I have done stuff hurriedly in my life, but the speed with which I flew over the isle, I almost teleported to another dimension. She was highly amused, and the ice stood broken. A few words later confirmed she was A Kamba. Her name was Hirene..,I figured Irene. She had some heavy accent but I promised myself that our children would speak English. She was also a bit loud, much to my distress because I like keeping my stuff quiet. Chini ya maji... She would also get excited fairly quick, almost anticipatory... She would also be a bit vulgar....but I didn't care. To hell with Civility.....With her beauty, she could do whatever she Dan well pleased...so long as she accepted me.
By Mariakani She was wearing the Walkman and the headphones were hanging on her neck. By Maungu she was my Fiancee and as we hit Voi stage we were deciding Children's names. At Voi stage, the bus stopped to pick more passengers. The vendors came to the windows. I offered to buy my bride whatever she fancied. She Took two boiled eggs and a packet of Strawberry Yoghurt..... I remember unconsciously thinking"what a mad combination". But my subconscious could go hang for all I cared. We hit the road. She ate her food,.....then she slept...on my Lap. Let me say that again....She slept ....On My Lap....If you have never been a 21yr Old man, you have no idea what I mean. Just be content with this....Just before Heaven...the next best thing is a Beautiful gal you just met, sleeping on your lap.
Manyani was a blip, Tsavo Man Eater a speck of dust. We hit Mtito Andei by 1pm. I kissed my bride awake, and I unconsciously heard the couple behind us make a fuss about something. I took my bride by hand, and we went down to the restaurant....She ate a quarter chicken with three sausage s. I took tea. A visit to the rest rooms and we were back in the bus. My sixth sense kept telling me I was being watched, but my youth told me that people were envying me for my Catch. I paid them no mind.
Back on the road, I hatched a plan. This marriage must be consumated today. I shared my plan with Irene.....A very simple plan. We both alight at Emali, spend the night and proceed on our journey the following day. She agreed to the plan without any objections. I thanked whatever angel was on my duty on that day. My mind went Amok as I pictured what would transpire after I locked that guest house door. Oh my...my my.... It would be a night to never forget.
Presently, we arrived in Makindu....I heard the makanga tell the driver..!"Tafuta mahali pazuri" ...I am an introvert, I notice alot of stuff unconsciously.
The driver parked a short distance past the stage...very odd. The couple behind us stood up, and started conversing in Kamba to someone called Nduku. Telling her that they had arrived. That she should disembark. I heard, or rather sensed my bride tense up. I looked at her, and my previously very beautiful Irene now looked like death. She was sweating a little, her teeth were clenched and veins stood out on her face. She looked like death. My instincts to protect what is mine kicked in and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, comforting her, reassuring her, completely oblivious of the commotion behind us. The next I knew, oh God help us all, My Irene shot out of the seat like a bad word in church, and attacked the lady behind. Aty....."Nyaa Mweni, ndukandetere munuka nyie.....ki**mba kìì...." She was trying to bite the woman on her face, standing on me, with my head up her skirt. Lord have mercy. Hell broke loose. Kikamba language lent the air.....there was alot of Nduku tulia....amba kweteera Vanini kerììtu kakwa, Cool down Irene.....in short we were in hell.
I was completely lost....the sweet lady I had known since Mombasa was completely gone....in her place, was a total stranger, a mad stranger. I backed off...she saw me retreating...she came for me, eyes blazing. She took my hand in both her hands, and declared that I was her husband..... she even named our children...two boys and one girl...supprisingly she remembered the girls name was Muthoni.
My good God....there was total chaos. The makanga stole my ear and explained to me that the girl was Mentally disturbed.....that she had even refused to board the bus....and only calmed down when she saw my interest in her. She was a Psycho.....a nut case......a freaking mad gal.
Sweet Jesus... She took my hand and refused to let me go. By now, we had been at the stage for almost half hour....she was refusing to alight....said I was her husband....held my hand with demonic strength and couldn't let go. No one would ply her fingers Open......I was told to disembark.....infact I was oderred to. I disembark ed, with my gal on tow. The man who sat behind us stole my ear...and explained that we needed to take Irene Nduku to Makindu General hospital for some injection that would calm her down. He begged me to help them. The bus left.
So I walked my bride down to the hospital, she did Everything I told her without objections. Her Auntie went ahead to prepare the Doctor, while the Uncle walked behind us...all out of sight....she didn't want to see them. At the hospital, the doctor gave her the injection so fast, she never saw it coming. She fussed about, then went into a zombie mode. She calmed down, her eyes fire went out and she walked to her Auntie.....It was around 5pm. They thanked me for my help, and took a Matatū to Wote.
I walked to Kiokos guest house and booked a room for the night. Slept alone. I traveled to nairobi on the morrow...Shaken.....but still a young man, scouting for a gal to call mine.
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Giggz

Elder Lister
This one legend still gives @Aviator sleepless nights. He scarred @Aviator for life. Ladies and gentlemen,I give you Mabenda4.
So this is the hekaya the legend wrote:it is a long read. But it's worth every raised hair on @Aviator 's nape...

I had matters to attend in Nairobi. Those days, Sgr was still in gaseous form, Naekana parents had not met, and Mash was still called Mashru brothers and only operated Long distance trucks. The buses that did Nairobi Mombasa were Coast Bus, Malindi bus, Akamba and Tana River Bus....there were others, but they were like Airtel money in a world of Mpesa.
So I had business to attend in Nairobi. I took my Jacket, the only luggage I have allowed myself to carry over the years when heading to Bara, and took a seat aboard Malindi bus, KAC, a fairly new one at the Time....I took a seat just behind the makanga seat...two rows from the door. I adjusted my Walkman headphones, and soon was lost in the world on Gregory Isacks, Night Nurse. Presently, I sensed a commotion outside, and indeed perceived a scuffle at the entrance of the bus....but I couldn't make out the words seeing that my ears were in a 10000 Watts PMPO Discotheque.
As if on cue, at the ebb of the Commotion, a short 4ft 8inches, extremely yellow yellow, moderately plumb girl climbed on board. She wore a two piece jeans skirt suit, and held a yellow sweater in her hands. No hand bag. Her hair was in Curry kit, though a bit untidy. Her skin was so smooth and flawless, she looked like she was made of porcelain. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life.
She hovered by the entrance for a second, unsure where to seat. At the moment, I was praying to every known god, offering my body as a burnt offering, and promising to forever remain faithful, beseeching the gods to Steer her to sit next to me. She looked my way, and I broke into the biggest smile I could muster.... She smiled back, revealing a set of ivory white teeth, and two distinct dimples ....her eyes shone like black diamonds....and I became her slave for all eternity.
She walked up to me, and I was almost certain she would sit next to me. At the very last instant, she turned and took the seat across the isle.....looking at me sheepishly. My heart, slowed down to slightly above the Hypertensive patients recommended upper limits as I watched her settle down, adjusting the sweater in her lap several times. I removed the headphones and hang them on my neck, and the sunglasses went on my Punk hair do. I noted remotely that a middle aged Couple...a man a a lady, boarded immediately after her, and took a seat behind her. This was the last thing I noted before I turned my whole attention to the gal across from me, and how to make her mine for ever and ever Amen.
The bus left Mombasa half empty, or half full depending on your view of the glass. I hadn't decided on any proper Attack words, but as we went up Mazeras, I had a Eureka moment.... I stared at her full in the face, and as our eyes locked, I patted the empty seat next to me.... inviting her over. She giggled in response, and glanced right ahead. I repeated the gesture twice, but she didn't come over. On my forth attempt, she responded by patting the seat next to her .... inviting me over..... Friends, I have done stuff hurriedly in my life, but the speed with which I flew over the isle, I almost teleported to another dimension. She was highly amused, and the ice stood broken. A few words later confirmed she was A Kamba. Her name was Hirene..,I figured Irene. She had some heavy accent but I promised myself that our children would speak English. She was also a bit loud, much to my distress because I like keeping my stuff quiet. Chini ya maji... She would also get excited fairly quick, almost anticipatory... She would also be a bit vulgar....but I didn't care. To hell with Civility.....With her beauty, she could do whatever she Dan well pleased...so long as she accepted me.
By Mariakani She was wearing the Walkman and the headphones were hanging on her neck. By Maungu she was my Fiancee and as we hit Voi stage we were deciding Children's names. At Voi stage, the bus stopped to pick more passengers. The vendors came to the windows. I offered to buy my bride whatever she fancied. She Took two boiled eggs and a packet of Strawberry Yoghurt..... I remember unconsciously thinking"what a mad combination". But my subconscious could go hang for all I cared. We hit the road. She ate her food,.....then she slept...on my Lap. Let me say that again....She slept ....On My Lap....If you have never been a 21yr Old man, you have no idea what I mean. Just be content with this....Just before Heaven...the next best thing is a Beautiful gal you just met, sleeping on your lap.
Manyani was a blip, Tsavo Man Eater a speck of dust. We hit Mtito Andei by 1pm. I kissed my bride awake, and I unconsciously heard the couple behind us make a fuss about something. I took my bride by hand, and we went down to the restaurant....She ate a quarter chicken with three sausage s. I took tea. A visit to the rest rooms and we were back in the bus. My sixth sense kept telling me I was being watched, but my youth told me that people were envying me for my Catch. I paid them no mind.
Back on the road, I hatched a plan. This marriage must be consumated today. I shared my plan with Irene.....A very simple plan. We both alight at Emali, spend the night and proceed on our journey the following day. She agreed to the plan without any objections. I thanked whatever angel was on my duty on that day. My mind went Amok as I pictured what would transpire after I locked that guest house door. Oh my...my my.... It would be a night to never forget.
Presently, we arrived in Makindu....I heard the makanga tell the driver..!"Tafuta mahali pazuri" ...I am an introvert, I notice alot of stuff unconsciously.
The driver parked a short distance past the stage...very odd. The couple behind us stood up, and started conversing in Kamba to someone called Nduku. Telling her that they had arrived. That she should disembark. I heard, or rather sensed my bride tense up. I looked at her, and my previously very beautiful Irene now looked like death. She was sweating a little, her teeth were clenched and veins stood out on her face. She looked like death. My instincts to protect what is mine kicked in and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, comforting her, reassuring her, completely oblivious of the commotion behind us. The next I knew, oh God help us all, My Irene shot out of the seat like a bad word in church, and attacked the lady behind. Aty....."Nyaa Mweni, ndukandetere munuka nyie.....ki**mba kìì...." She was trying to bite the woman on her face, standing on me, with my head up her skirt. Lord have mercy. Hell broke loose. Kikamba language lent the air.....there was alot of Nduku tulia....amba kweteera Vanini kerììtu kakwa, Cool down Irene.....in short we were in hell.
I was completely lost....the sweet lady I had known since Mombasa was completely gone....in her place, was a total stranger, a mad stranger. I backed off...she saw me retreating...she came for me, eyes blazing. She took my hand in both her hands, and declared that I was her husband..... she even named our children...two boys and one girl...supprisingly she remembered the girls name was Muthoni.
My good God....there was total chaos. The makanga stole my ear and explained to me that the girl was Mentally disturbed.....that she had even refused to board the bus....and only calmed down when she saw my interest in her. She was a Psycho.....a nut case......a freaking mad gal.
Sweet Jesus... She took my hand and refused to let me go. By now, we had been at the stage for almost half hour....she was refusing to alight....said I was her husband....held my hand with demonic strength and couldn't let go. No one would ply her fingers Open......I was told to disembark.....infact I was oderred to. I disembark ed, with my gal on tow. The man who sat behind us stole my ear...and explained that we needed to take Irene Nduku to Makindu General hospital for some injection that would calm her down. He begged me to help them. The bus left.
So I walked my bride down to the hospital, she did Everything I told her without objections. Her Auntie went ahead to prepare the Doctor, while the Uncle walked behind us...all out of sight....she didn't want to see them. At the hospital, the doctor gave her the injection so fast, she never saw it coming. She fussed about, then went into a zombie mode. She calmed down, her eyes fire went out and she walked to her Auntie.....It was around 5pm. They thanked me for my help, and took a Matatū to Wote.
I walked to Kiokos guest house and booked a room for the night. Slept alone. I traveled to nairobi on the morrow...Shaken.....but still a young man, scouting for a gal to call mine.I had matters to attend in Nairobi. Those days, Sgr was still in gaseous form, Naekana parents had not met, and Mash was still called Mashru brothers and only operated Long distance trucks. The buses that did Nairobi Mombasa were Coast Bus, Malindi bus, Akamba and Tana River Bus....there were others, but they were like Airtel money in a world of Mpesa.
So I had business to attend in Nairobi. I took my Jacket, the only luggage I have allowed myself to carry over the years when heading to Bara, and took a seat aboard Malindi bus, KAC, a fairly new one at the Time....I took a seat just behind the makanga seat...two rows from the door. I adjusted my Walkman headphones, and soon was lost in the world on Gregory Isacks, Night Nurse. Presently, I sensed a commotion outside, and indeed perceived a scuffle at the entrance of the bus....but I couldn't make out the words seeing that my ears were in a 10000 Watts PMPO Discotheque.
As if on cue, at the ebb of the Commotion, a short 4ft 8inches, extremely yellow yellow, moderately plumb girl climbed on board. She wore a two piece jeans skirt suit, and held a yellow sweater in her hands. No hand bag. Her hair was in Curry kit, though a bit untidy. Her skin was so smooth and flawless, she looked like she was made of porcelain. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life.
She hovered by the entrance for a second, unsure where to seat. At the moment, I was praying to every known god, offering my body as a burnt offering, and promising to forever remain faithful, beseeching the gods to Steer her to sit next to me. She looked my way, and I broke into the biggest smile I could muster.... She smiled back, revealing a set of ivory white teeth, and two distinct dimples ....her eyes shone like black diamonds....and I became her slave for all eternity.
She walked up to me, and I was almost certain she would sit next to me. At the very last instant, she turned and took the seat across the isle.....looking at me sheepishly. My heart, slowed down to slightly above the Hypertensive patients recommended upper limits as I watched her settle down, adjusting the sweater in her lap several times. I removed the headphones and hang them on my neck, and the sunglasses went on my Punk hair do. I noted remotely that a middle aged Couple...a man a a lady, boarded immediately after her, and took a seat behind her. This was the last thing I noted before I turned my whole attention to the gal across from me, and how to make her mine for ever and ever Amen.
The bus left Mombasa half empty, or half full depending on your view of the glass. I hadn't decided on any proper Attack words, but as we went up Mazeras, I had a Eureka moment.... I stared at her full in the face, and as our eyes locked, I patted the empty seat next to me.... inviting her over. She giggled in response, and glanced right ahead. I repeated the gesture twice, but she didn't come over. On my forth attempt, she responded by patting the seat next to her .... inviting me over..... Friends, I have done stuff hurriedly in my life, but the speed with which I flew over the isle, I almost teleported to another dimension. She was highly amused, and the ice stood broken. A few words later confirmed she was A Kamba. Her name was Hirene..,I figured Irene. She had some heavy accent but I promised myself that our children would speak English. She was also a bit loud, much to my distress because I like keeping my stuff quiet. Chini ya maji... She would also get excited fairly quick, almost anticipatory... She would also be a bit vulgar....but I didn't care. To hell with Civility.....With her beauty, she could do whatever she Dan well pleased...so long as she accepted me.
By Mariakani She was wearing the Walkman and the headphones were hanging on her neck. By Maungu she was my Fiancee and as we hit Voi stage we were deciding Children's names. At Voi stage, the bus stopped to pick more passengers. The vendors came to the windows. I offered to buy my bride whatever she fancied. She Took two boiled eggs and a packet of Strawberry Yoghurt..... I remember unconsciously thinking"what a mad combination". But my subconscious could go hang for all I cared. We hit the road. She ate her food,.....then she slept...on my Lap. Let me say that again....She slept ....On My Lap....If you have never been a 21yr Old man, you have no idea what I mean. Just be content with this....Just before Heaven...the next best thing is a Beautiful gal you just met, sleeping on your lap.
Manyani was a blip, Tsavo Man Eater a speck of dust. We hit Mtito Andei by 1pm. I kissed my bride awake, and I unconsciously heard the couple behind us make a fuss about something. I took my bride by hand, and we went down to the restaurant....She ate a quarter chicken with three sausage s. I took tea. A visit to the rest rooms and we were back in the bus. My sixth sense kept telling me I was being watched, but my youth told me that people were envying me for my Catch. I paid them no mind.
Back on the road, I hatched a plan. This marriage must be consumated today. I shared my plan with Irene.....A very simple plan. We both alight at Emali, spend the night and proceed on our journey the following day. She agreed to the plan without any objections. I thanked whatever angel was on my duty on that day. My mind went Amok as I pictured what would transpire after I locked that guest house door. Oh my...my my.... It would be a night to never forget.
Presently, we arrived in Makindu....I heard the makanga tell the driver..!"Tafuta mahali pazuri" ...I am an introvert, I notice alot of stuff unconsciously.
The driver parked a short distance past the stage...very odd. The couple behind us stood up, and started conversing in Kamba to someone called Nduku. Telling her that they had arrived. That she should disembark. I heard, or rather sensed my bride tense up. I looked at her, and my previously very beautiful Irene now looked like death. She was sweating a little, her teeth were clenched and veins stood out on her face. She looked like death. My instincts to protect what is mine kicked in and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, comforting her, reassuring her, completely oblivious of the commotion behind us. The next I knew, oh God help us all, My Irene shot out of the seat like a bad word in church, and attacked the lady behind. Aty....."Nyaa Mweni, ndukandetere munuka nyie.....ki**mba kìì...." She was trying to bite the woman on her face, standing on me, with my head up her skirt. Lord have mercy. Hell broke loose. Kikamba language lent the air.....there was alot of Nduku tulia....amba kweteera Vanini kerììtu kakwa, Cool down Irene.....in short we were in hell.
I was completely lost....the sweet lady I had known since Mombasa was completely gone....in her place, was a total stranger, a mad stranger. I backed off...she saw me retreating...she came for me, eyes blazing. She took my hand in both her hands, and declared that I was her husband..... she even named our children...two boys and one girl...supprisingly she remembered the girls name was Muthoni.
My good God....there was total chaos. The makanga stole my ear and explained to me that the girl was Mentally disturbed.....that she had even refused to board the bus....and only calmed down when she saw my interest in her. She was a Psycho.....a nut case......a freaking mad gal.
Sweet Jesus... She took my hand and refused to let me go. By now, we had been at the stage for almost half hour....she was refusing to alight....said I was her husband....held my hand with demonic strength and couldn't let go. No one would ply her fingers Open......I was told to disembark.....infact I was oderred to. I disembark ed, with my gal on tow. The man who sat behind us stole my ear...and explained that we needed to take Irene Nduku to Makindu General hospital for some injection that would calm her down. He begged me to help them. The bus left.
So I walked my bride down to the hospital, she did Everything I told her without objections. Her Auntie went ahead to prepare the Doctor, while the Uncle walked behind us...all out of sight....she didn't want to see them. At the hospital, the doctor gave her the injection so fast, she never saw it coming. She fussed about, then went into a zombie mode. She calmed down, her eyes fire went out and she walked to her Auntie.....It was around 5pm. They thanked me for my help, and took a Matatū to Wote.
I walked to Kiokos guest house and booked a room for the night. Slept alone. I traveled to nairobi on the morrow...Shaken.....but still a young man, scouting for a gal to call mine.
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