MNUSA TAKO ... (the hekaya)

When we were little, being a handful of us, we were kittens, playful and all.
That didnt stop visitors coming home however.
Mum had a way of managing us. She ordered us to stay in the bedroom till wageni waende. Mum always escorted them out.

on our part, we had a ritual.

Once wageni waende we would rush to where they sat and smell the cushions. And feign a foul odor by fanning our noses.

We did this for quite a while.

One such time, mum alirudi speedy with one of the visitors ati she had forgotten her mzigo. They found us smelling on the cushions. Grown up now, i can imagine how embarrassing it was for our dear mum. She apologised and left again with the guest this time with the mzigo.

When she return, tulisondekwa sonde sonde.

That is the last time nilinusa tako.

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Haha me too…kwanza I was very curious to smell zile za wanawake. To me it beat logic how some of them smelled nice and others no smell…whereas nikinusa cushion yangu iko na kasmell

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Where was papa? Hayo two.

This i remember back in sec ,there was a teacher who was so blessed with makalio & figure::same fate fell on us.

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baba mgani wa hizo enzi ungem’pata kwa nyumba ovyo ovyo, hasa wakati wa wageni wa mama?

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hehe

Jeez, this village is full of perverts. And don’t start that boolshiet that you did it coz you were young.
A pervert never outgrows the perversion.

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he he…reminds of an incident some years back. the toner in my office printer had run dry and i needed to print a certain memo rather quick…so i abruptly stepped into our office admin’s cubicle…a matronly lady. kumbe she had just unleashed a rather nasty fart - let me not describe the smell lest i ruin your mashujaa- but i will say i was enveloped by this nasty aura…my bile rising involuntarily, resisting the urge to wrinkle my nose or open the window so i don’t embarass her…in short that was the longest i have ever taken to access my mailbox, download the memo and format it before commanding print…I escaped before it could even print telling her to bring it to me…

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Hehehe…what was her reaction after bringing the print-outs:::::Ama alikuwa ameoza ??

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:D:D:D:D:D that one is hell of torture. You have to endure the complicated smell of beans and eggs.

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Fixed

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We didn’t have seats in our house so the guests would have to sit on the ground. When they left I would sniff their scent and instead soil would get into my nose and my motherboard would short-circuit.

Why were we so poor?

If she were a hot yellow yellow…you could use the occurrence to reach unto her. Angekupea in a bid to hide the ‘ka-little secret’ you two share.

:D:D:D:D:D hahahaha the funniest thread and comments ive read today.

@Bingwa Scrotum you just reminded me how rascals we were. It just came to my mind that we were doing the same thing. luckily hatukuwahi patikana:D
:smiley:

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inanuka matako

Whats your story buddy?

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Vile @uwesmake atasema.

making the best of a bad situation, hmm?