"Let me go to the construction site.
There are people there.
Where two gather,there is food.
Even drinks, who knows?
Let me go.
Basatsa khutsi(men let's go.)"
I started walking towards Ilwamela, from Mugomari village through Irenji village.
"I see Saplenya, he's always mean to me.
Let me move to the side of the road.
He can even hit me with his bicycle." I muttered.
"Mulalu." (mad man)
"Nakhusenje wo neye mulalu." (Your aunt is the mad one.)
With that he let me be and rode on.
"I guess he did not have time for me.
Or he just does not care enough to know my being.
Do I care of his being either?
Forget him let's go."
I trotted down the road, I saw a dog run past, it was so slender. I recognized it.
"Itinine heyo. (That's a T9.)
Tsishili khunu? (They are still here?)
Bali bakhwiri bosi. (Those people almost wiped us all.)
Nikhali khushili yanu.(But we are still here.)
Wicked people.
The Ingwe stood firm, like a man born in a different univers.
He fought with pride, to save the people.
Only to be stripped bare of his mask, by an alien.
The land led him to the alien, the stronger force at the time of weakness.
But when Ingwe Mukhongo said milembe (peace), they shot.
The only Ingwe in history, to carry on him, two masks.
That of the Simba and the Ingwe's.
Where will we ever find another, such Ingwe.
A man chosen by the land and confirmed his worth.
He ran almost as fast as it takes a rain drop to hit the ground..."
A small boy ran past me. So fast, a yellow plastic can in one hand and a bulge in his shorts. That's Bola, inzu ya Mayabi.
"A good home and a strong boy.
though still innocent and ignorant...
Ingwe Bola, it has a good ring to it.
But those days are way behind us.
Boys are no longer taught the ways of the land.
No king, the Ingwe will be seen an enemy to the people.
As the alien taught.
But we still have a Nabongo, quite,but still holds the sit, but no Ingwe."
I walked past mayabi's compound, at the dead center of irenji village, a quite serine area, cool green grass. well tamed by his three cows and two calfs.
"This young man was named after the great Mayabi.
The one who gave us Achesa, the greatest healer on earth and 'mumbo'.
Bola's father.
He learned the alien words now his called a famaco.
He understands the alien medicine.
Like his fore father, he treats.
That means Bola will not participate in the walk.
Wait, where will they be walking to?
The powers changed.
at least the traditional cut, it meant our unity.
I bet he can not differentiate a shititi from mutiti."
A small girl emerged from the doorway with a potato in hand, she ran to the shitalasi and took a plastic cup and ran back to the house.
I saw a girl ahead of me with a 20 litter plastic can going towards the spring to fetch water, a boy about 15 years old blew a whistle towards her, she turned, looked at the direction of the whistle and stopped.
I felt my youth days being aroused, I had to see what they would do, the boy ran down the road past me and shouted.
"Mulalu."
He got to the girl and tenderly touched her elbow, she blashed, her gaze fell to the ground...I was in for a treat.
The boy turned, looked at me and said something to the girl, held her by the hand and led her away from the spring towards his place, his Isimba.
I followed them, found a crack in the wooden window and made myself comfortable for the ride.
His hands fell on her ass, she gasped and pushed them off her and pulled away from him. They were still standing behind the closed door of his one bedroomed, mad thatched isimba house.
She went and sat on the chair, leaving him still standing behind the door, he moved towards her, a bulge in his trousers, took her by the hands and raised her to her feet, turned her to face away from him, towards me, held her by the waist and pulled her that she was pressing her butt against his manhood.
He strock her hips tenderly, then planted an unexpected kiss on her neck, she jumped but contained herself, she closed her eyes and raised her head to the side to give him access. The boy's left hand started moving up her stomach towards her small boobs, when he touched her ribs she jumped again, opened her eyes and pushed his hand away. As soon as the girl pushed his hand away, the other went straight to her vagina, cupping it over her skirt, she acked her back attempting to deny him access but ended up pushing her butt harder against his manhood. He humped her, she broke a smile, turned, looked him straight in the eye and said something while pointing him. He smiled and continued humping while she turned away. His hand made for her boobs again, his left hand settled on her right boob with hunger, grabbing and squeezing until she let out a rather loud morn. His right hand traced her elastic waist band then slip into her skirt, she made to stop him but he mumbled into her ear and she let go. He went straight for the vag, he parted her legs using his right leg and dug deeper, the girl mourned even louder. The boy took off her top revealing her small firm boobs, which were cupped by his hands rougher than before...
"Mulalu, ukholashi henao?" (Mad man, what are you doing there.)
A voice from behind me startled me, I jumped when I was face to face with the boy's father. His voice send panic in the isimba, fumbles could be heard. How do you tell a father that his under aged boy was being rather too familiar with an under aged girl. How do you tell a boys father that you watching under aged kid doing it. Just say it.
"Mbekhu matsi kukhungwa."(May I have some water to drink.)
"What?"
"Matsi." (Water.)
"You were looking for water through my son's window?"
"I thought it was a door...you know, it faces the main gate."
"Toto uli mulalu."(you are really mad.)
The boy opened the door and popped his head out and asked.
"What's going on dad?"
"No, I found this guy looking through your window, he's asking for water...give him some."
As soon as the father said that, I walked towards the boy's isimba attempting to enter, not that I was planning to, I just wanted to dare the boy.
"Nanga mulalu khandi ulole."(call me a mad man again and see.)
He seemed to understand what was happening, so he pushed me slightly away from the door and said,
"lekha khulere matsi" (let me bring you water.)
"Thought so."
He went into the isimba, murmured then moments later emerged with a white plastic can, with faded cooking oil brand indicating that the can had been recycled after its contents depleted.
I thanked the dad, then walked away.
I continued with my quest, to the construction site.
At the entrance I met Mulako, with his chainsaw machine on his right shoulder, and a small boy following him with a yellow plastic can almost full.
"Bushiele." (Morning), he greeted.
"Bushiele muno."(a splendid morning.)
"I see you are happy, you woke up jovial didn't you?"
"Musambwa still works for me"
"At this era in life you Still talk of musambwa. Those are things long forgotten, left for imagination."
"You say, the mind might forget, but the heart still holds dear."
"Yeah! yeah! You have come to give a hand?"
"I'm an old man now, so I guess mine is to bless and eat."
"Ok, let me set and start the day's duty."
"Hope you'll not mind when I show up when it's served."
He just smiled and went straight to the tree designated for the frames.
Without checking the machine, he started the engine and onto the tree. Such a sure guy. The area full of thicket was to be transformed into a homestead.