My tribes men have a proverb that “the orphaned calf has to lick its own back”. This is the same condiction I found myself few years ago. It’s my graduation day and I only have 400. Niko Nairobi na mbele nyuma 400 is all I got. Na mjue bado naenda ocha. Hivo hivo, people were still pushing me niweke bash! That night we drunk quarter mbili za legend with a friend of mine out of the 400. I swore never to sota hivo ever again. Life ishawahi kupiga ngeta? Several years later, I am residing at Tel Aviv. Maisha si mbaya. Hata mimi mwenyewe I could feel a level of progress. Saa ingine nikilate town I would pick a taxi for 1000 mpaka base. At times I could be so wasted such that I could not trust the matatus. I have had my share of trouble with them.
Now kuna siku nimelewa excess in my usual joint. Nikafika Ambassador, ndani ya taxi mpaka base. We are those, we are those, but as we approach the main gate I got an idea. What if the taxi guy anifungulie mlango ya taxi na nimuongeze pesa? I proposed the idea to him and he agreed. I would pay him 100 for the extra service. Tukafika chini ya plot. Dere akashuka, akanifungulia mlango ya taxi and nikaongeza 100 kwa ile 1000. Simple and direct. Pesa ni tamu ukiwa nayo. This became my routine any time I would take a taxi from town.
A month later I land with the taxi pale base. As usual, dere akashuka akanifungulia mlango. Na ni kitu ma saa nane na nusu sasa. As I walked towards the plot, I noticed three guys beating stories. They were also eating miraa or muguka. It is then that I got another idea. What’s if I pay these guys wanibebe kutoka hapo chini mpaka seventh floor? Nilikuwa nakaa floor ya saba. I suggested the idea to them and they agreed. What the deal? I would pay each 200, so total ni 600. Wata nibeba aje? We would use a plastic seat (they had one). So nitakalia kiti ya plastic such that it would be easy to for two guys to lift at each side while another ainue from the back. Very simple. Katambe sasa. Majamaa wakaniinua. Kabla tufike seven floor they had rested thrice. Anyway tukafika juu and I paid them 600. Na wakashuka. We did this severally. Kumbe these guys told almost everyone how I pay them to carry me. People were finding it funny, something that gave me leverage in my attempt to woe a certain lady. The lady began advising me how best to my money. We became very close and in no time I’m on top. But the way she used to give the slices is something I had never seen…
my dad told me that ile shamba yenye tunaishi alinunua from such a guy. the man used to sell land, drink senselessly and pay people to carry him home. hizo enzi hakukuwa hata na baiskeli so ilikuwa anabebwa kwa mgongo. when i was a young boy age ya shule, this man was only left with a piece that is less than 30 by 30. chunga usije ukawa hivo
There are times I wake up in the morning nikiwa nimeota ndoto nyingi sana the whole night.
Lakini shida kubwa: I really can’t tell what the "Dream " was all about.
Continuation
That lady was Kao. After giving me slices for a while she become comfortable with me. She could now express herself without fear. One day after session one she asked me whether I have any kamba song. She me asked to download a Kativoi song. What for? It could guide us in the next fuck session. This was new to me. I did exactly that. Sisi hao weka kitu place yake. Slow motion, joto zidi then she said “meet me”. But before then I had to play the Kamba song. We had to go with the rythym of that song. Kwanza Ile part ya mwisho Ile ya climax. Now imagine fucking with the rythym of a kamba song! Hapa nilipiga session only four and retired. This was the best ever. Tuliendea until she invested feelings. Changed the lady but I kept the lessons
