Am actually late writting this for i'd have written it yesterday but (i hear but is used to mean the other part of the sentence is a lie) 'but' no its not a lie because it was actually an eventful weekend stretched upto Monday hindering my writting. That said actually it was a weekend when visitors tend to pop in our house especially during mealtime and overstretch the period until pm has no choice but bring the food to the tableroom, you know how it is in these economic times, and keep in mind the two graduates can barely feed themselves for the whole month.
On saturday i can bear the accusations that i was responsible for spoiling the pm's budget for i brought along 2extra mouths to the table, but it was purposely for business ,you know the small small businesses we do at home so it was time to bring in a person to identify the works of our hands among other brokerly works that i do of building material just 'leisurely' in the house. True to the fact that business should actually be for a single minded person that he/she is going into it not out of desperation, or as a fall back plan but with the desire and passion to do it and with the necessary capital to boot, When you are a graduate like we who's major idea is to be employed by the UN and pocket a large amount without 'starting from scratch' as many say you should, then business which involves that, can be very demotivating for the 8-4-4 graduates who have not necessarily had the practical steps to do things but theoretically.
So that said in explanation to the leisurely businesses, i had mats that now need to be exposed and patented (i hear there's such a thing done when one has a new invention, and it is quite overpriced to begin with i.e for one to patent i have heard on media you could part with 100,000/= i dont understand??). After the review of the commodities i go on to show my two guests one my cousin Nash whom we are really trying many with for we have been in campus together and now 'tarmaking' (i guess thats how its spelt and called by many a graduates).The other is Tobiko a newly introduced partner person of out on the heavily pregnant about to be born project of chicken. That said i show them how its done,an idea i got when i was my own salesman of accounts of a bank from a watchwoman (God bless her for now the pm occassionally has something to do in the house of making mats of which i showed her), and it toook quite a while .
I cannot be mean with the idea also because i was also introduced to but now aggressively want to make it my own through marketing but when demand becomes overwhelming i might just include everyone including my 'teacher'. i say 'demand' because on afew occasions now the product has placed a meal on our table,i.e when things are tough enough the pm will pull out one of the mats hanged on the walls and sell it locally to people including our landlady who actually like the design..
On the same day one of my sisters foi has paid us a courtesy call for the weekend to see her niece whom she brought up during her inception days and we were still in campus, so to avoid lating the lunch for the main guest she brings along the food and now with seven plates for we are randomly joined by another newly accuired friend of pms' (call her mboch) who later shows us wonders on the 'tomorrow of that day'. This said friend of hers is actually a lately sacked househelp of Nash's whom they met on such days we go for lunch at theirs when it has really bitten for he and family lives in the neighbourhood. The guests put themselves especially mboch whom pm serves and overfloats her plate but clears it and asks, "iko kitu mtu anaweza kunywa kama chai?" mind you all others do not ask , hata si maji!!..
This go on and later we leave with my guests for a further conclusion of our pregnant business at Nash's. On the tomorrow of that day that is on sunday as i sit relaxing leisurely making mats in the sitting room, a rare knock is at the door and Foi opens, in comes the pm's campus friends (persons of out ofcourse) and say they were in the neighbourhood and decide to check up on her, (mind you its lunch hour again).they make themselves comfortable as they play small small with the baby, i sit there shylly looking with 'vagina of eye' how they 'look', and sweat starts pilling on my face and am unable to continue with the knitting, i pretend i was showing Foi and later leave it to her and seek exile in the bedroom. This reaction triggered by alot of bodily and mental issues. One its taboo to socialise with pm's friends because it's always common that women hardly want for each other and in most instances will only want to spoil for each other, they will even remove 'thuruari' for a spouse of their friends' or set you up and later inform the pm and soon your 'happy marriage' is over. Two they are also rumour collectors and will pay such visits to rumourmonger to the rest. There's one such childhood friend of the pm i hear she's coming, i give myself 'shugli' outside the house before she gets there. During our 'rite of passage time' call it graduation she actually came to our house and i walked into her naked on our extra bedroom which we keep clothes and had forgotten there's someone so didnt knock , she seemed not startled at all and maybe if i could have borrowed, there there, but i apologized and left, for 'better shy than sorry'. She played it cool all through as if nothing had happened and i knew this one is temptation from devil thats why i seek exile outside.
On this occassion i sook it in the bedroom and even had my lunch there for i dont want them to study me much for i might just get tempted to talk or comment, eat talking and that may give birth to a rumour or risk a bad look from pm, also they might study my appearance too much (ofcourse they know me) but recently my beard is unkept. They might actually see me out there with another person of out and call the pm immediately to come and witness even if its a cousin or casual friend, my friend Theuri can actually attest to this. Its very common in many a couple, many break ups are caused by a thirdparty!.
I give myself 'shugli' in bedroom including browsing and trying to write the story in computer but i chew blanks as i hear all women laugh in sitting room. I wait they go but where, i put a movie which is funny too and try to laugh loudly to show them am also quite busy and onto something, but i later learnt they thought i went away through backdoor which is equally better than accusation i was hidding shyly in bedroom. Finally am out and they are gone after empting the pm's dishes forcing her to cook again for supper which she rarely does for the food would last us 3 for lunch and supper. She and foi are cooking again as i appear and cheekily ask "wageni wameenda?" ofcourse i had heard the laughter die down and i knew it was safe to reappear.
In the evening we have our supper and just when finished mboch knocks at around 8:30 and calls the pm outside, She had actually been rubbed work previously and instead of going home was roaming in the neighbourhood probably stalking a boyfriend whom she thought would spend the night with her but unfortunately was not "kuringwo itheru"(jokingly told to spend the night). She tell the pm she 'll be grateful to spend even on chair I guess the motivation to come at such hours was how she was welcomed the yesterday of that day being the first time, with plentiful food and drink and thought we were red cross. Tension filled the house for where will this 'visitor' now sleep for the extra bedroom is occupied by foi, leave for the shameless intrusion at night without earlier warning.
The pm pulls me aside after having told her to come in and tells me to chase her (you know the dirty job), for am the owner of house, and i wonder how do i chase her and she's her 'freind' and had welcomed her even on such circumstance?. Television becomes hard to watch and the talking is limited and if any, ignoring the night visitor. I go to bed early( a thing i hardly do offlate) and tell pm to make sure she's locked the door with padlock and come with keys (you never know of such person might have come to kwachua with things and leave with them for village which she came from) The pm tells, she was asking for tea which she was denied and thanks to the fact we dine early for maybe she had timed supper too.
The pm sleeps with tension and tomorrow i.e monday wakes early to vanish the visitor as had agreed, but of course guerilla tactics, with her regular early cleaning , she does banging the doors so that 'mboch' hears and wakes from her sleep on the couch. She takes all her time and ignores or foolishly does not get the hints thrown to her by pm and foi for her to leave and drags on untill late morning when i finally see her leave through the bedroom window where am hiding and not ready to experience tension in the morning. I say fyuks and emerge for the tale telling compilation as given from eyewitness and that am able to write now.
Guests are no longer welcome in many a households today, for i later take blame from pm on the weekend's happening that i brought friends whom were of no use to her and ate onto her domestic budget forgetting that the majority were hers, its funny how pms know to pass the back. I know all this too well that it's because of tobiko whom she did not actually like ,for we were talking things previously not pleasing her ears like taking our trade to Afghanistan and leaving her here. I guess her imagination , "me going in a far off country with another woman ati for money??!!". Women will always feel threatened and complain about another woman" if it was only me and Nash no problem!!
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