..... finally

It’s always good to be pale machinani to check out the folks. A couples of days ago I took her home atleast niringie wanakijiji.

So I get to the main gate and it’s open. I invite myself in tagging Waithelelo along. The boma is quiet, save for a few birds chirping and the bitch Wamatha (we nicknamed her that ju ya kupenda kuzaa ovyo ovyo) with her new puppies roaming the yard.

I ring the door bell and Mrs. Njoro answers with her characteristic ‘yoo’ from the inside, she opens the door and for a moment akazuba, and then goes, “karibu, na úyú nú”? To kill the curiosity, I inform her she’s the one I told her about. She ushers us into the house, maswali mob badae.

It is a suprise visit and as always mzee Njoro is not around. Ako na huko chini akiangalia hacienda. On the other hand Mrs Njoro is home, busy kwa kitchen yake preparing breakfast for the old man.

Kidogo old man naye akamuja. After ma salams and a brief intro tukakalia breko and then mama na ‘dota’ wakaingia kitchen shuguli zao na mimi nkabaki na mzee tu catch up on the happenings.

The door bell rings and when I open, hii kumbaff is standing right there in a vv clean and shinny grey Turkish suit, bila tie of course alafu na a shinny gold coated waya kwa shingo alaf pale chini amedunga abibas. Only he can get away with that crap. And for the first time in a decade, amenyoa ndevu na nywele is well done. It took me like 30 seconds to realize it was @Uncle Thio. I had called him a couple of days before to let him know I would be coming home, so he was here to represent and he dint disappoint. Wakasalimiana na mzee salaam mob then he turns to me and asks, “njogu inu ni atia?” Hio sio matusi, its our own way yaku salimiana and I respond, “ndiokuo núgu inu”.

So after Thio kugotea Mrs. Njoro, old man took us round the hacienda to show us the new project he was working on and by the time we got back lunch was ready, tukasos and then went over the intros once again. Finally uncle Thio got to meet my Waithelelo and after all these the women excused themselves. The two men nodded in approval and the old man in his usual authoritarian style told me, shikilia hapo na nsikupate kwa wale wamama wako tena, huyu mchichana ametosha. As eager as he was, Thio could not hold anymore. He asked for ‘pombe ya dubai’. I took it out of the bag na nkaleta glasses tukaikalia chini. That how the first day in gichagi went down …

Mbicha ya Waithelelo iko wapi Kanono

Unasumbua fat boy

Sasa unatuambia tufanye?

Na wakijua uko na katoothless cucu ukay?

Wapi effidence ata ya project za Mr. Njoro.

While away uncle Theo alizalisha ua ex

Good stuff, enjoy.

mbisha ya golden waya iko wapi?

never disappoint ! Hekaya poa . Pombe ya uncle ni lazima, never forget .

Wapi mbicha ya pombe ya Dubai?

Na Uncle Theo asikaribie Waithelelo

Nmewacha

Ndo ujue nko jamuhuri, uko wapi tushikishe jaba … that is kama unajua ni nini

Mkuwe wapole majamaa

Ndo hio, juzi pale liquor store …

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Mimi sio mkamba.kuja bypass greenspot.nimevaa adibos juu chini.

Hehe … @vunja deki ebu kwom kiasi. Naskia jaba ni ya wakambodia

Kuria tuta kutombeahh huyu dame yako uki rudi jangwani, ama ni wahuko pia?

Picha ya doorbell tuone hakugonga mlango

So Mrs Kush Yule Mnono awacha kukutag ovyoovyo sio?