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Tonny sets to do things his way. It's a thrilling humerous and romantic story
CHRONICLES OF MAMA MBOGA.
Episode 1
Mama mboga had been inquiring from me if I am a priest or by any chance studying for priesthood everytime I visited her kiosk for veges. Despite telling her I was not and would never be one, she kept on insisting "wewe ni priest, vile nakuona hukosi kuwa". Although when I asked her the reason for associating me with priesthood, she mumbled "usijali wee jua tu unakaa priest ama utakua priest, hio maisha si mzuri".
One evening as I paid her my usual evening visit, it was coincidental that some chic also came by to purchase tomatoes. Ok, I must confess she was hot. So mama mboga noticed me busy on my phone and no glances at the girl. She took the initiative to introduce me to the girl."Tonny huyu mrembo anaitwa stacy. Ako college ndio wako holiday. Umwongeleshe kidogo usimwogope". Jeez! For the second time in life, I felt my ego as a man broken. The first time was when I was still staying in Mumias a year earlier. One day I will narrate to you how.
Mama mboga's introduction was weird and demeaning. How can she pupport that I had feared this Stacy? I laughed it off humerously and cracked a joke to easen the bile bubbling in me. We all laughed and I noticed the girl was social too. Anyway our two minute interaction ended with a good bye as opposed to "nipe namba yako ntakucall" as mama mboga expected. Mama mboga, after the girl had left, gave me that spiteful look to suggest "bure kabisa".
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Mama mboga's association of I to priesthood was supposedly traced to the fact that I never sedduced girls in my hood. For the six months she has been seeing me around, not once had she seen me with a girl talking or taking to my house. This being the norm of young unmarried guys in my hood, she wondered if I was normal. Never had a girl gone to her kiosk to buy mboga for me. She therefore suspected I was headed to priesthood or she just mocked me but believed I was afraid of seducing ladies.
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The next day evening as I went to purchase veges,it was business unusual. I found three other customers waiting for sukumawiki which her daughter, Tina, was helping her cut. It was normal to find a queue at Mama Tina's kiosk waiting for sukuma wiki. It was the only kiosk around which offered very fresh and green veges.In addition, the quantity was superb. Her haters had been discouraging us from buying mboga from her alluding that "hio mboga ya mama Tina ni ile inapandwa sewage". Their words kept falling on deaf ears. So mama Tina seeing the queue, decided to take on me again. "Tonny, leo kuna jam na wee unakuaga na haraka, si uende tu alafu ntapea Tina mboga akuletee kwa nyumba akimaliza kukata". Tina is mama mboga's eldest daughter. I suppose she was around 19 years old, for she was a first year at Egerton University. During holidays, she minded not helping her mum at the busy kiosk. She was fairly beautiful, cute and presentable. She was the only brownskin in her family and seemed to resemble neither parent. Maybe mtu alicheswoo, hehe.
I nodded in acceptance and handed her 20bob. "10 inabaki anikujie na nyanya." As I walked away Tina shouted "Na unitaftie movie powa nipick." She looked so over excited at the mention by her mum of her dropping me veges. On my way to the house questions kept crossing my mind. How comes mama mboga wanted her daughter to bring me veges? And why was Tina so excited? Ok, I knew she knew our plot but did she know my house? Should I revive my past life of team mafisi? If she came, should I revive the lethal skills I had in Mumias and teach her a lesson?Questions! Questions!!!
It was until 8pm that I heard a knock on the door. Hardly had I responded when it was gently pushed open. There she was. The beautiful Tina....

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