kwani we ni fresha” she said looking annoyed.
“apana , zii, … mi …mi siwezikua fresha.” I said trying to hide my face.
Wait a minute did I just do that?...
Part 2.. NANJALA.
She just stormed out on me. I couldnt help but stare at her nini's as they vibrated and swayed to the beats of her legs. God does she get tired of carying those around, at this moment i had forget my embarasment my thoughts were far away, in some bedbug infested bed with her acting as my matress as i.....
Its then that i remembered that Wafula was besides me all through, and then it all hit me, did i just firt in the Church?. ..
."msakhulu?" This was a nickname we had given wafula. "Ati nimeshuta church?."
"Hahaha, boss lapta ni ile maharakwe ulikula K.M.,
Nyinyi watoto mayoyo mnakuanga na shita sana."
Just before i could digest and translate what he had said to a language i could understand i saw his face lighten up, he had seen someone, there is only one person apart from food ofcause that could make msakhulu smile out of the blues, Nanjala, yes, Nanjala. Have i told you about the famous Nanjala. Well all i know about her is what he told us. Nanjala is a daughter of her father in all ways except for her sitting alowance which se seems to carry for the whole village. Her legs could give rooney a run for his money probably shaped from years of transversing the hills of ingo with a bucket of water on the head, if she lay on her back then her back side will give her p#%#@ a 45 degree angle of elevation.(you dont need pillows). And her appetite.. ni kama ako na mkutano kwa tumbo.... Fron the little i know they met during the orientation week. As he puts it their meeting was the most romantic ever.(acording to wafulas naration)
It was the first day of orientation wafula was more confused than ever. He didn't know what to do, where to start or whom to ask. Or maybe he knew who to ask but his pride was all over him and he could not ask any one, just at that moment as if sent by the gods this gal aproached him, she was the most beautiful girl he was yet to see (if you ask me i'd tell you beauty lies in the eyes of the beer holder) .
" kwani umepotea?"
She asked.
" hapana, no, am alright, just that ...i dont know where the school of foods and nutrituon is located."
"Oh, its near western mess' i could take u there," ..
Well after they were done with registration and everything, Wafula being the man that he is descided to take Nanjala for lunch, as every student would do on a first date they odered chips n soda not a luhyas defination of meal, or rather kuchokoza tumbo tu, they ate in silence each trying not to loik glatonous or greedy. As usual what is called nairobi maners they had to leave some on the plate. Nanjaka couldn,t aford to scare away her date by wiping the plate clean. ..
" umeshipa, are u full"
Wafula asked.
Nanjala just noded at the expense of her stomach and that of wafulas pocket, Wafula was so angry at the food that Nanjala left on the plate that he wished he never met her in the first place. After that meal they did not talk much, they just said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, but Msakhulus stomach was angry, he had to fill it up before it starts rumbling.
Wanjala decided to go to another mess within the campus to fill his stimach, he walked as if moving to his room to make sure he was out of site then he diverted and headed for eastern mess on the other side of campus. He wanted to oder gis usual, ugali tatu beans, veges, na ueke kwa sahani mbili tofauti. On reaching the mess there was this long que and he waited patiently. Just as his turn came someone jumped que and making maters worst steped on wafulas foot...
"Nipee ugali mbili beans pliz."
She odered.
" we sister unaruka line na tena unanikanyaga."
Wafula complained.
When the lady turned to apologise, wololo it was NANJALA...as they say the rest is history.......
To be continued.
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