UWIIIIIII SITOSAHAU UTAMU WA FUNDI BOMBA
Siku ilianza kama kawaida, niliamka mapema na kusafisha nyumba huku nikisikiliza kipindi cha “Jambo” redioni. Sikuweza kujizuia kujitingisha mageka na ------ kila wimbo wa zamani ukipigwa.
Hakukuwa na mtu mwingine yoyote hapo nyumbani isipokuwa mimi. Mume ambaye ni mfanyakazi wa Wizara ya Kilimo alikuwa amesafiri tena kikazi kufuatilia hili baa la njaa.
Patrick (mume wangu) amedai kuwa tangu Kikwete achukue madaraka miezi michache iliyopita imekuwa hakukaliki huko ofisini. Na huyo waziri wao mpya anahaha kuhakikisha kuwa watu hawafi nje.
Akiwa ni mmoja wa maofisa waandamizi wa wizara hiyo makao makuu Patrick amekuwa akisafiri karibu kila wiki kwa siku kadhaa sasa. Hivyo wakati watu wanatumiana salamu za Valentine redioni mimi nilikuwa niko mpweke nikimuwaza mpenzi mume wangu.
Pat aliahidi atanipigia simu lakini hadi naianza asubuhi hiyo sikupokea simu yeyote. Bila shaka ametingwa huko mikoani. Hivyo katika upweke wangu huo nimejikuta nikijiburudisha na miziki ya zilipendwa na hii ya kizazi chetu.
Nilikuwa nimevalia tsheti kubwa nyeupe ya mume wangu iliyonifika magotini. Nilikuwa nimevaa chupi tu na sikuwa nimevaa sidiria. Nilivalia ndala za rangi rangi. Mimi sipendi uchafu au vitu kukosa mpangilio.
Hivyo kila siku nilihakikisha kuwa nyumba yetu inapendeza na iko katika hali nzuri. Niliendelea kusafisha nyumba; kufagia, kupangusa vumbi hapa na pale na baadaye nilimalizia kwa kupiga deki. Nyumba ilipendeza.
Baada ya kumaliza shughuli hizo za asubuhi niliketi sebuleni na kuanza kujisomea mojawapo ya hadithi zako, na nilivutiwa sana na kisa cha “Clara Malyamkono” kilicho katika mkusanyiko wa hadithi zako.
Nilianza kusoma hadithi hiyo huku kipindi cha Isidingo kikiwa hewani kwenye luninga. Niligutuka toka katika kilindi cha mawazo ya mapenzi ambayo nilikuwa nimezamia nikifuatilia hadithi hiyo ya kusisimua mara baada ya kusikia mtu akibisha hodi.
“Hodi humu wenyewe mpo?” Sauti kakamavu iliita toka upande wa pili wa geti baada ya kugonga kama mara tatu hivi. Niliamka haraka haraka toka kwenye kochi na huku nikikishika kitabu changu mkono wa kushoto nilielekea getini kuona ni nani aliyebisha hodi mida hiyo ya asubuhi na kutibua starehe za watu.
Nilichungulia kwenye upenyo unaotenganisha milango ya geti hilo kuona ni nani alikuwa anabisha hodi, hata hivyo sauti yake sikuitambua.
“Samahani mama, mimi ni Lukas Chamchina, fundi bomba.” Alijitambulisha. Mara nikakumbuka kuwa leo fundi huyo alikuwa aje kuweka mabomba kwenye nyumba ya uani ambayo tulikuwa tunatarajia kuipangisha.
Nilikuwa nimesahau kabisa kuwa huyo fundi alikuwa aje siku hiyo.
“Ah samahani nilisahau kuwa unakuja leo” Nilimjibu huku nikifungua komeo la juu na lile la chini ili kulifungua geti hilo.
Lukas hakuwa fundi kama mafundi wengine.
Nilitarajia mtu mzee au wa makamo na ambaye amevalia magwanda kuukuu. Lukas hakuwa hivyo, alikuwa amevalia suruali ya jeans na mabuti kama ya kijeshi na alikuwa amevalia shati lenye maua maua lenye maandishi madogo madogo yaliyotapakaa yasemayo “Zanzibar”.
Alikuwa amebeba kisanduku na mfuko mwingine mkubwa. Gari lake aina ya Toyota lilikuwa limeegeshwa mbele ya nyumba yetu. Sikupoteza muda niliamua kumwelekeza upande wa pili wa nyumba.
Sijui ni kitu kilinifanya badala ya kwenda uani kwa kuzungukia upande wa kulia wa nyumba nilimwacha aingie ndani na kupita kwenye corridor ya nyumba kuu kwenda uani.
Nilirudi na kulifunga geti. Nyumba yetu ilikuwa imezungukwa na ukuta mkubwa na eneo la uwanja lililozunguka nyumba lilikuwa limepigwa sakafu ya zege.
“Sitakusumbua mama, nikimaliza nitakujulisha” Alisema kwa heshima. Alikuwa ni kijana anayejali kazi yake hasa; very professional.
“Hamna tatizo, ukitaka kitu chochote usisite kuniambia” Nilimtia moyo.
Sijui nilimaanisha nini kwa maneno hayo. Niligeuka na kuelekea sebuleni kuendelea na kitabu changu. Nilipokuwa nikitembea nilihisi kuwa Lukas aliniangalia jinsi nilivyokuwa nikienda na hasa jinsi ile tsheti yangu ilivyoonyesha umbo langu kwa nyuma.
Nilijitingisha zaidi bila ya sababu ya msingi. Moyoni nilijicheka kwa upumbavu huo wakati mimi ni mke wa mtu. Nilikunja miguu yangu kwenye kochi nikaanza kuendelea kusoma pale nilipoachia.
Nilishika kitabu kwa mkono wa kushoto na mkono wangu wa kulia niliungiza kifuani kupitia shingoni. Nikawa nachezea kifua changu, tabia niliyoianza tangu zamani na mara nyingi naifanya bila hata kufikiria.
Ilikuwa imekaribia saa sita za mchana na Lukas alikuwa bado akiunganisha mabomba huko uani. Kwa vile nilikuwa niko peke yangu na nimeboreka nikaona wacha niandae msosi kwa ajili ya yeye na mimi ili asije akanifia njaa kijana wa watu.
Chakula kilipokuwa tayari nilimkaribisha. Ingawa alijifanya kukataa lakini kwa msisitizo wangu na kubembeleza kwangu alikubali. Tulikaa mezani na kuanza kujichana huku tukizungumza habari za ujenzi, mabomba, tatizo la maji na kadhalika.
Hatimaye tukajikuta tunaanza kuzungumzia mambo yetu binafsi.
“Imekuwaje uwe fundi bomba” Nilimuuliza huku nikayaangalia macho yake yaliyoonyesha upole lakini yenye kuashiria usikivu wa kina.
“Nimemrithi baba yangu” Alinijibu huku akigugumia glasi ya maji. " Tangu mdogo nimekuwa nikimsaidia baba kazi hii, baadaye akanipeleka Chuo cha Ufundi Tanga, na tangu mwaka jana ameniacha majukumu makubwa na pole pole anaanza kujiondoa.
Anataka mimi niirithi hii biashara ya familia" Alinijibu kwa urefu. Na kwa sekunde chache niliuona jinsi alivyodondosha macho yake kifuani kwangu. Nilijifanya sikuona hilo.
Tulimaliza kula na kabla sijaanza kuondoa vyombo mezani Lukas alinyanyuka na kuanza kukusanya sahani. “Acha tu, nitaziondoa” Nilimtaka aache na haraka nikanyosha mikono yangu kuchukua sahani zilizokuwa mikononi mwake.
Vidole vyangu viligusa mikono yake na kama umeme hisia ya ashiki ilinipita kwenye mgongo wangu. Kwa sekunde chache sikutaka kumwachia. “ah! Samahani” alinitaka radhi na kuchomoa mikono yake na kuniachia sahani.
Nilienda kuosha vyombo na yeye alienda uani kumalizia kuunganisha mabomba. Baada ya kumaliza kuosha vyombo niliamua kwenda bafuni kuoga kwani joto la Dar jana lilikuwa ni balaa.
Nilitumia kama nusu saa hivi huku bafuni na nilikuwa nimemaliza kuoga nikiwa nimejifunga kanga tu mbele ya kioo nikikausha nywele zangu. Nilishtushwa na mlio wa sauti ya Lukas iliyoita tu “Ahhh” Ilikuwa ni kama mtu aliyekutwa na maumivu ya ghafla. Wala sikufikiri wala nini, nilikimbia uani kuona kulikoni.
Lukas alikuwa ameshika mkono wake kwenye bega lake la kushota lilikuwa linavuja damu.
“Umefanya nini?” Niliuliza kwa hamaki.
“Kulikuwa na msumari hapa karibu na sinki, sikuuona, nilipokuwa najivuta nyuma ndo ukanikita na kunichubua” Alijibu.
“Hebu tuone” Nilimwambia.
Kanga yangu ilikuwa bado imenifunika eneo la matiti tu na kiunoni. Kutokana na unyevu nyevu huo ilikuwa imeniganda mwilini na kuonyesha mwelekeo wa umbo langu vilivyo.
Hata hivyo Lukas hakupata kuona hivyo kwani alikuwa amenipa mgongo na amefumba macho yake kwa uchungu. Nilimsaidia kulivua shati lake.
Licha ya damu iliyochapakaa enedo la kushoto la mgongo jeraha halikuwa kubwa; alikuwa amejichubua kidogo tu. Nilimwambia ashikilie shati lake hapo nikakimbia ndani kuchukua pamba na spirit pamoja na antibiotics na bandeji (nilisahau kukuambia mimi ni nesi kwa kusomea). Niliporudi, nililisafisha jereha na kuliganga.
Nilipomaliza ndipo niliweza kuona jinsi kijana huyo alivyokuwa amekomaa. Alikuwa amejaza misuli ya nguvu na lile jasho lilimfanya mwili wake umetemete.
Nilijihisi kutetemeka kwani nilitamani mikono yake ya nguvu ininyanyue na kunikumbatia. Mawazo mengine maelfu machafu na ya kingono yalinijia wakati huo utadhani mafuriko ya maji. Nilijijua kuwa nimeanza kupoteza uwezo wangu wa kujitawala. “Mama Patrick, asante kwa msaada wako” Lukas alisema akinyanyuka na kunigeukia.
Nusura kijana wa watu adondoke kwani aliponigeukia alinikuta kanga imenidondoka na nimebakia uchi wa mnyama. Sijui alitaka kukimbia au la. Kwa vile sikujitahidi kuichukua hiyo kanga sakafuni, Lukas alijua kilichokuwa mawazoni mwangu.
Niliinamisha macho kwa soni. Nilinyosha mikono yangu kugusa kifua chake kilichokuwa na nywele chache. Kilikuwa ni kifua kama cha Arnold, yule mcheza filamu maarufu wa Kimarekani. Nilijikunga nimeanza kuhema kwa nguvu.
Hakusema neno na mimi sikusema neno. Lukas alinisogelea taratibu. Mikono yake ilogangamaa aliizungusha kiunoni kwangu. Raha ya pekee niliisikia. Nilivuta karibu yake na kumrushia busu la nguvu, na yeye alinijibu bila uchoyo.
Nilianza kuguna kwa nguvu. Niliweza kuhisi “mzee” wake alivyosimama kwani nilikuwa nikimsugua kwa kiuno changu. Nilianza kuufungua mkanda wake wa kijeshi na yeye mwenyewe alimalizia kuvua chupi yake.
Huyo kijana alikuwa amejaliwa kweli! Uume wake ulikuwa ni mnene, mrefu na ulionyoka kama mshale uliowekwa kwenye upinde tayari kuachiliwa. Nilipiga magoti taratibu huku nikimtizama mzee huyo.
Nilivuta pumzi. Niliianza kuhisi michirizi ya ute wa uke wangu ikianza kunidondoka! Nilijawa na tamaa utadhani sijawahi kupata uroda wa nguvu. Niliweuka. Nilianza kumla koni kijana huyo taratibu. Alinishika kichwa huku akichezea nywele zangu.
Nilimuingiza mdomoni, nilimbalama, nilimnyonya na kumchokomeza hadi kooni kabisa. Ilikuwa ni raha ya ajabu. Jua lilikuwa ni kali na ilituchukua dakika chake tu wote tulikuwa tumeloa kichizi kwa jasho.
Lukas, alikuwa karibu afike kilele lakini alijizua. Aliinama na kuninyanyua kwa kunishika mikono. Tuliposimama alinieleza kwenye karo la maji lilikuwa karibu na ukuta.
Alitaka nigeuke niagamie karo hilo. Sikukataa, Niligeuka na kutanua miguu yangu. Lukas aliniingia kwenye uke wangu kwa nyuma huku akishikilia ------ yangu.
Nusura nipige kelele kwa raha. Hakufanya haraka bali alianza kwenda taratibu. Niliweza kuhisi jinsi ilivyokuwa imedinda na unene wake na jinsi ilivyokuwa ikiingia na kutoka.
“Ahhhh…ahha” Nililalamika kimapenzi.
“Mhhhh…mmm” Lukas nayeye alilalamika.
Alianza kuongeza spidi yake na kuanza kunifanya kwa nguvu. Nilichoka kushikilia karo hilo nikaamua niiname kabisa kama nachuma mboga, nikampa yote.
Ilizidi kuniingia. Ilikuwa ni raha isiyo na karaha. Lukas, hakufana ajizi alianza kunikatia kwa nguvu huku na mimi nikijitinganisha na kujaribu kukatika. Kijana huyo wa kimakonde alikuwa ni mahiri.
Baada ya karibu nusu saa ya kubadilishana mikao Lukas alifika kilele na kumwaga utadhania yale magari ya zima moto! Nilimgeukia na kuanza kumlamba tena nikifyonza kila utamu uliosalia.
Niliichukua kanga yangu pale sakafuni na kuanza kumpangusa jasho na kule chini. Mzee alikuwa amelegea baada ya kazi ngumu.
Nilienda bafuni. Lukas alinifuata.
Tulioga na tukazungumza kwa kirefu kuhusu mwanzo wa mahusiano yetu hayo. Nilijikuta naanza kumpenda. Mume wangu ana pesa na amenipa kila kitu ninachotaka ndani lakini kama uroda huu ndio nimeupenda.
Niliuhitaji kila siku na kila mara. Nilijihisi kama nimeambiwa na daktari “Maumivu yakizidi, mwone Lukas Chamchina”. Baadaye alimaliza kuunganisha mabomba na nikamwazima shati mojawapo la mume wangu.
Kabla ya kuondoka tulipeana uroda tena kwenye kochi nilipokuwa nasoma kitabu chako. Mwanakijiji, sikujua kama mimi naweza kwenda nje ya ndoa yangu. Lakini jana nimeanza. Lukas kanipa simu yake na najua siku moja nitahitaji huduma yake tena. Jinsi ninanvyoingoja siku hiyo!!
MWISHO
Hekaya ya kwanza ya mbongo,wacha waamke wakuje…hekaya tamu though.
threshold ya kijiji haikufikishwa
Hekaya swafi tena ya ngono.
Wacha nika nikanukishe kitunguu. Will be back.
Haya wanawake na tamaa,Haya mambo yana uhalisia katika dunia ya leo
doooh… kiswahili kigumu kweli
No refu na ni kiswahili mufti itabidi narudi baadaye
Niliianza kuhisi michirizi ya ute wa uke wangu ikianza kunidondoka!
walalala…Kiswahili kitukuzwe…
mmmh sijui
Good stuff…
Hicho kiswahili kitamu kweli 
for our kenyan brothers this is the translation.
UWIIIIIII REQUIRES UTILITY OF FUNDI BOMBA Day began as usual, I woke up early and cleaned the house while listening to the “Word” redirection period. I could not restrain myself from flirting with ------ every old song being beaten. There was no other person at home except me. The husband of the Ministry of Agriculture has been retired to follow this hungry bar. Patrick (my husband) has claimed that since Kikwete has taken power over the last few months he has not been involved in the office. And their new minister wants to make sure that people do not die out. As one of the senior officials of the headquarters, Patrick has been traveling nearly a week for several days now. So while people were greeting Valentine’s redions greetings I was lonely and screaming to my boyfriend. Pat promised to call me but until I started that morning I did not receive any call. Of course they have been drinking in the countryside. So in my loneliness I found myself enjoying the favorite music and this of our generation. I was wearing a big white suit of my husband put me in the trunk. I was wearing only underwear and I did not wear a rating. I wore colored pearls. I do not like dirt or missing objects. So every day I made sure that our home was nice and it was in good condition. I kept cleaning the house; sweep, wipe dust here and then and finish it by tapping the deck. The house was nice. After completing the morning activities I sat down in the living room and started reading one of your stories, and I was impressed by the story of “Clara Malyamkono” in your story collection. I started reading the story with the Isidingo period on the air on the television. I pulled away from the depths of the love of mind that I was awaiting when I followed the exciting story immediately after hearing a man laughing. “What about myself?” The loud voice called from the second side of the jet after hit as three times. I got up quickly from the coach and while holding my book on the left I went to find out who was the one who broke the box for the morning and frivolous people. I scrutinized on the breakthrough that separates the gateway from the jet to see who was scandal, yet I did not recognize his voice. “Sorry, Mom, I’m Lukas Chamchina, a pipeline.” He identified himself. Suddenly I remembered how the craftsman had come to put the pipes into the house of peace which we were expecting to rent. I had forgotten that the craftsman had come that day. “Ah sorry I forgot that it is coming today” I replied when I opened the top and bottom left to open that gear. Lukas is not as craftsman as other craftsmen. I was looking for an old man or an old man who wore a dumping jacket. Lukas was not so, he was wearing jeans trousers and military ribbons and he wore a sophisticated flower-bearing shirt with the inscription of “Zanzibar”. He was carrying a box with another big bag. Her Toyota automobile was hanging in front of our home. Not long ago I decided to move her to the other side of the house. I do not know it was a thing that made me go instead of going to the right side of the house and letting him go in and go to the main house corridor to go to war. I returned and closed the car. Our house was surrounded by a large wall and a surrounding area surrounded by a concrete floor. “I will not grieve the mother, and I will finish her notify you” she said in a dignified manner. He was a young man who cared about his work exactly; very professional. “No problem, if you want anything to do not hesitate to tell me” I encouraged him. I do not know what I mean by those words. I turned and went to the living room to continue with my book. As I walked, I felt that Lukas looked at me as I was going and exactly how my suitcase showed my shape in the background. I was shocking more without a basic reason. In the heart I felt so foolish about the time I was a man’s wife. I wrapped my feet in a coat and began to read when I left. I kept the book on my left and my right hand put my chest on the neck. I used to play my chest, the behavior I started from the past and often do it without thinking. It was about six o’clock in the afternoon and Lukas was still pulling pipes in the air. Since I was alone and I was cracked and I saw that let me prepare a stiff for him and me so he would not kill me a young man. Food when I was already welcome. Although he made myself refusing but with my emphasis and visiting me agreed. We stayed at the table and started to dance while talking about construction, pipeline, water problem and so forth. We finally found ourselves starting to talk about our personal matters. “How has he been a pipeline?” I asked him while watching his eyes upol
Was already coming down to request for this…
Ahaya sawa.
Tabia yenu mbaya sana munastahili
“Ahhhh…ahha” Nililalamika kimapenzi.
kiswahili mambo yote
haya tunasubiri na fundi waya(umeme)
weka mbali na watoto inapandisha nyege htr
hekaya nzuri hii… iko on pointi…