,,,,,,‘Na hio jina yako ni ngumu’ she excused herself as she stretched her hand to greet Me.’Nimekuita kukuuliza, ile kesi iliishaje?’…’Kesi gani?’ I inquired. ‘Ile ya Khadija na mzee wake. Bado ako kwa cell?’ ‘Hata hio mambo ndo mekua nikieleza kina mama hapa saa hii ndo nkakuona..hebu kuja uwaambie vile ile siku ilikua’ she ushered me into her salon. The one I told you about. “Sitakaa sana juu naelekea kanisa” I excused myself as Milka stretched me a plastic stool. The two women who were seated there were so interested in listening to the story. One had already turned to face my side. Milka went to the other side of the corner and turned on the electric kettle. I knew she was preparing something for me. It was a bribe so that I can leak so much. But am cleaver I left them to do much of the talking.
I listened to them while sipping the strong tea. We shared so many stories. They told me about Rita, ‘Unajua yule mama mzee wake alimuacha juu hawezi zaa’ one lady explained. ‘Hata yule msichana ameweka kwake(referring to Beatrice) amemueka tu ndo watu wafikirie ako na watoto’ while she was explaining I remembered the doctors report: she has twins.’How can she be barren when the Doctor confirmed otherwise?’
From nowhere Milka slipped and fell right in front of me. She was coming from
outside…’Hahaha kwani hujazoea heals’ the other ladies laughed. She held on me while standing.
By mistake, She touched my machine gun as she rose up, ‘Oh sorry’ she said while smiling. I knew that was not by accident, lakini nkankanyagia story. “Na sijai kuona ukinyoa hapa?”Milka asked.’HAHAHA’ I laughed avoiding the question. ‘Ni venye kijana hajaingia ningeku introduce kwake…Lakini ukikuja wee nipigie simu ntaongea nayeye akunyoe na discount..kwanza upitie leo’ it’s then we exchanged numbers.
That evening while in my room chewing my daily root, Mugombero, my phone vibrated.It was Mama Kinyozi,’Na mbona hukupitia unyoe?’ ‘Ahhh pole nilichelewa kurudi nkapita kama umefunga’ I replied. ‘Kuja nikunyoe saa hii basi’ she replied. What’s up with this woman? I did not respond. Several minutes later my phone started ringing. It was Mama Kinyozi again.’Pole kwa io txt ya mwisho’ she started. We spoke at length. Long story short she convinced me to go for a s
have. Mimi ni nani? I ran down the stairs without a second thought.’Hope mzee hatatuchoma akinipata nakula kwake?’ I joked as I entered the house. ‘Mzee mgani? She asked just to confirm hakuna mzee.I got her watching and advert of Doshi chuma ya nguvu. “Me naangalia hizi vipindi za sijui huwezi chukka chuma mbaya” she joked and we laughed. Milka was totally different from the one I met in the salon in the morning. She was very jovial, laughing, teasing and doing all manner of things. Back in the salon she was the calmest of the three, except when she fell.
Fast forward. She began to move towards me. She held my hand and pushed it into her chest. I backed off STOP!!!’Wee ni mwanamme mgani?’ she questioned my character. ‘Does ths woman know me? I asked myself kimoyomoyo. Does she know I made a barren woman conceive? I asked myself again but kimoyomoyo.. NKT wee hunijui, I clicked in my mind.
‘Ok I know you are worried. To be honest I got married to an elderly man. Much as he is rich I have never enjoyed our sex life’ Milka explained with tears forming in her eyes. ‘My husband works out of town, he comes once a month. He came last week na imagine akaniacha na njaa. Siezi vumilia mpaka nxt mnth.’ I don’t know why she was sharing ths with me….TO BE CONTINUED