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Rated: ASR · Fiction · Arts · #2174798
It's both fiction and non fictional captivating story set in Kenya. An East Africa country
CHRONICLES OF MAMA MBOGA.
Episode 1
Mama Mboga had been inquiring from me if I was a priest or by any chance studying for priesthood everytime I visited her kiosk for vegetables. Despite telling her I was not and would never be one, she kept on insisting "My instincts tell me you are either a priest or headed to priesthood". Although whenever I asked her the reason for associating me with priesthood, she would mumble "Don't worry, it's only that you look like one".
One evening as I paid her my usual evening visit, it was coincidental that some pretty chic also came by to purchase tomatoes. Ok, I must confess she was hot and sexy. Mama Mboga noticing me busy on my phone and no glances at the girl, took the initiative to introduce me to the girl."Tonny this girl is called Tracy, she also stays in this neighborhood. Come on tell her something nice boy, why do you fear pretty girls?" For the second time in life, I felt my ego as a man broken. The first time was when I was still putting up in the small ghetto town of Mumias a year earlier. One day I will narrate to you how.
Mama Mboga's introduction was weird and demeaning. How could she pupport that I had feared this Tracy? 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 'give me your phone number to contact you later' as Mama Mboga expected. Mama Mboga, after the girl had left, gave me that spiteful look to suggest 'Useless boy!'
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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 had been seeing me around, not once had she seen me with a girl talking to 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 groceries for me. She therefore suspected I was headed to priesthood or she was just mocking me for my inability to sedduce pretty girls in our locality.
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The next day as I went to purchase vegetables in the evening ,it was business unusual. I found three other customers waiting for sukuma wiki which her daughter, Tina, was helping her chop. It being the most popular vegetable type, 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 vegetables.In addition, the quantity was superb. Her wannabe spoilers had been discouraging us from buying mboga from her alluding that the the sukuma wiki sold at Mama Mboga's kiosk was full of harmful chemicals". Their words kept falling on deaf ears. So mama Tina seeing the queue, decided to take on me again. "Tonny, today the queue is long, I would you rather go to your house in stead of waiting for long. I will give Tina the sukuma wiki to drop you in your house." 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 lightskin in her family and seemed to resemble neither parent.
I nodded in acceptance and handed her a twenty shilling coin. " Let her also bring me tomatoes worth the remaining ten shillings", I instructed.
As I walked away Tina shouted, "please get me a nice romantic movie that I will pick to watch at my home." She looked so over excited at the mention by her mum of her dropping me vegetables.
On my way to the house questions kept crossing my mind. How come 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 being a bad boy and teach her that a silent tiger is not a cat? 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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