This son of a man was sweating profusely. Even though he had just removed his Nike-labeled jacket.
I wondered to myself what was wrong? Then I noticed his eyes flying up and down like an American F-22 Raptor pilot.
It was like he was seeing an Ishmaelite woman for the first time. Seated next to her, her attire couldn’t cover her pretty face. Well, someone long ago had warned me of engaging these Ishmaelite women.
This son of a man’s lips seemed to be trembling. My thoughts, this guy will explode. No sooner had I completed my thoughts did the son of a man burst his first move.
“Sasa” went the son of a man. The Ishmaelite looked at him like he didn’t exist. It was like looking into an empty space. “Sasa” the son of a man persisted, but this time with a mellow voice. She responded, but only I and the conductor could hear what she said.
For the third time, the son of a man now slowly with a fine-tuned voice said, “Sasa mrembo.”
The Ishmaelite woman looked at me, then at the matatu conductor, made a weird face, giggled, looked up and said “POA.” with a very audible voice that everyone could hear. Most of the passengers were taking their morning nap as they traveled to work.
She giggled and told the makanga “cheki huyu boyz ana jaribu kuni katia?” They both laughed out loud (LOL) as they say on social media. I felt bad for the son-of-a-man, he really tried to engage this young pretty Ishmaelite woman. I looked at the Ishmaelite woman, then looked at my ring, suggesting that I’m married.
“Give the boy child a chance.” I went. She laughed and said “ huyu bado ni mtoto.”So sad that the son of a man was heart-broken even before he could establish anything. His determination was thoroughly beaten up by the frustration
The son-of-a-man put on his jacket, walked to the back of the matatu. His head wasn’t as high compared to when he boarded the mini bus.
Son-of-a-man watch out!
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