So this morning, at around 8.00 there’s a knock at the gate.
“Mzee, kuna watu wanataka kukuona”.
Sio watu actually, just a mother and her sheepish son. The mother is like 37-ish, very dry-friable.
"Pole kukusumbua, lakini did my son jump into your compound yesterday…Apparently, he had gone home crying and the mother had dug the truth from him.
I told her what had transpired. The boy, Dan, apparently had been warned by the mother not to join the gang in raiding the tree. She thinks I should have ISISed the poor brat yesterday.
“Lakini Mama Dan, I don’t mind the boys IF THEY COME AS A GROUP AND TIDY UP WHEN THEY ARE DONE…”
Mama Dan smiled at me. I patted the boy’s head as I looked at her. Not bad. Not bad.
This was a first - getting a hyena opportunity from disciplining a boy? Jesus wept!
“Oh, by the way Mama Dan, have I seen you around? Oh, that tailor shop? Great, I’ll be seeing you soon”.
That swish of ass as she walked away.
Dan, you naughty boy, you could just have had your poor, poor mother fucked!