Friday Hekaya...

pseudonym

Village Elder
#64
Next group hekaya rule: contribution must start with the last sentence. That back and forth is stalling the story.

In my head, VC is splitting @pseudonym like a wet muthanduku in that bunker behind the seats. Naye hitch-hiker is making the load of three stolen Evogues in the container to shift dangerously.
Enyewe this story became too twisted ata sielewi tuko wapi sasa...Mara truck imesimamishwa , Mara tuko manyani, voi! Eish....nitakamuliwo Saa ngapi ?
 

gashwin

Village Sponsor
#69
EPILOGUE
Perhaps it was the first rays of dawn, the incessant call of a nightjar yet to get a mate or the morning cold that got Meria awake. He felt too tired to wake up. As he slowly opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was that he was stark naked, wait, not completely naked for a used condom hung limply on his shrunken member. And, behold, he lay on the fork of a huge baobab, like the carrion of a satisfied cat of the night.
"How did I get here?", he wondered.
The events of the previous came flooding back. The woman with her highheels in her hands, stopping to give her a ride, cutting the engine fuel, pulling the blanket from behind his seat, condoms from the dash pocket, the wild,passionate lovemaking by the roadside. Am I dreaming, he wondered...
Then the stories his Murarandia villagemate, @Kasighau , his early Mombasa days host had told him when warning him about picking strange Mombasa women, and which he had dismissed as old wives tales, came flooding back. As he gingerly climbed down the Baobab he swore to leave Mombasa for good as soon as he had returned the Arab's trailer. "Kaba Kuinuka*", he told himself....
THE END

*It is better to return home
 
#70
EPILOGUE
Perhaps it was the first rays of dawn, the incessant call of a nightjar yet to get a mate or the morning cold that got Meria awake. He felt too tired to wake up. As he slowly opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was that he was stark naked, wait, not completely naked for a used condom hung limply on his shrunken member. And, behold, he lay on the fork of a huge baobab, like the carrion of a satisfied cat of the night.
"How did I get here?", he wondered.
The events of the previous came flooding back. The woman with her highheels in her hands, stopping to give her a ride, cutting the engine fuel, pulling the blanket from behind his seat, condoms from the dash pocket, the wild,passionate lovemaking by the roadside. Am I dreaming, he wondered...
Then the stories his Murarandia villagemate, @Kasighau , his early Mombasa days host had told him when warning him about picking strange Mombasa women, and which he had dismissed as old wives tales, came flooding back. As he gingerly climbed down the Baobab he swore to leave Mombasa for good as soon as he had returned the Arab's trailer. "Kaba Kuinuka*", he told himself....
THE END

*It is better to return home
I said it. VC = Bullseye

Friends turned foes.

Gìthaka kìrì kuingìra mbwe.....
 

pseudonym

Village Elder
#72
EPILOGUE
Perhaps it was the first rays of dawn, the incessant call of a nightjar yet to get a mate or the morning cold that got Meria awake. He felt too tired to wake up. As he slowly opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was that he was stark naked, wait, not completely naked for a used condom hung limply on his shrunken member. And, behold, he lay on the fork of a huge baobab, like the carrion of a satisfied cat of the night.
"How did I get here?", he wondered.
The events of the previous came flooding back. The woman with her highheels in her hands, stopping to give her a ride, cutting the engine fuel, pulling the blanket from behind his seat, condoms from the dash pocket, the wild,passionate lovemaking by the roadside. Am I dreaming, he wondered...
Then the stories his Murarandia villagemate, @Kasighau , his early Mombasa days host had told him when warning him about picking strange Mombasa women, and which he had dismissed as old wives tales, came flooding back. As he gingerly climbed down the Baobab he swore to leave Mombasa for good as soon as he had returned the Arab's trailer. "Kaba Kuinuka*", he told himself....
THE END

*It is better to return home
:(
Kudos.

Hekaya closed.