I don’t like carrying a lot of stuff in my pockets. My pockets contents on an average day include large screen Chinese Android phone(s),wallets full of ATMs of dormant bank accounts,large bunch of keys with several bottle top openers,nail cutters,whistles,keys of long lost padlocks,universal mobile phone battery charger, etc…
Most of the time I don’t see the need for carrying a handkerchief or have no space left in my pocket for them.they are simply unnecessary in my work place.Whenever I feel the urge to expel excess mucus I simply close one chamber of my nose using the index finger and blow air . it’s an effective and laundry free process to rid nose of makamasi.but it has its challenges too,sometimes mucus is not viscous enough necessitating the manual removal of makamasi then proceed to smearing on walls,tree barks ,parked cars etc .
Yesterday morning I boarded a Matt.i took a seat next to the window.sat down quietly thinking of the economics of how come the price of cement have stagnated for over a decade yet demand have tripled . I was interrupted by a"songa kidogo" then an arm stretched to my direction.A handshake! from a yellow yellow singo matha who have ignored like 306 greetings from me.
I greeted her and she took a seat Next to me.my eyes (due to gravity) rolled down and lo and behold! there was some nice exposed juicy thighs,could have been juicier if not for that jealous mini skirt that covered the hotspots. I noticed both her knees were dark and a bit bruised . the perverted section of mind using complex algorithm concluded that she likes to do it out doors on all fours probably in those remote locations checki Maneno style.
Ufisi mode turned up,low speed
high torque Mkatiano flowing.
She liking my vibe
So hot leaning on me shoulder
I paid fare for both without a care
Conductor"keep change"I shout
I ask for slices
She laughs.“I knew you always wanted them”, she adds.
Dark long blown dried hair,lightskinned,yellow,yellow,mweupe… shingo upande DNA is attracted to that like moth to light.
Kidogo kidogo I felt makamasi trying to take a peek off my nostrils. I snorted it back several times but it kept on coming or rather flowing.luckily for me I had a small piece of tissue paper which was reserved for Choo matters.we were advised by some intern that newspaper or cement packaging was not fit for washroom use.
The tissue helped for a while until she told me to throw it out the window.i lied to save my face that I work for UNEP and we don’t litter.
Slices requesting process was continuing well until Saitan opened the gate valves za makamasi.fast and furious it flowed.l got up …
WEWE MAKANGA SHUKISHA HAPO!!!