“Form ni gani leo?”
“Sijui, am kinda broke, tungeenda mtush police line”
“Basi twendeni tuchill kwa Jo”
“Good idea, ndo hata mnitoe hizi braids”
Sharon, Faith and I were quite inseparable. We enjoyed doing a lot of things together and most importantly staying together. Although we fought sometimes, we always got back to the trio we had been since first year. On this particular Wednesday, we were idle and broke therefore we couldn’t go for mtumba neither could we go for ice cream at Muliro gardens. So we went to Jo’s place in Lurambi.
She was staying alongside other students in the same compound. We had a mannerism of just texting someone “uko?” and then arriving in the next few minutes. Jo was used to that. When we got there, Jo was still in her sleeping attire. She got up, took a quick shower the prepared uji for us. We loved porridge although mine was not as tasty as Sharon’s.
“So leo hamna form?” Jo started.
“Form ndio hii, tumekuja kubangaiza hapa hadi jioni.”
“For real? Ju mimi ilikua nitoke.”
“Ni sawa ukirudi utatupata tu.”
It appeared as if Jo had other plans but since we had none apart from working on Sharon’s braids, we had decided to spend the day here. Away from home. Her plans were not going to ruin our plans. Not long afterwards, a tall, yellow yellow boychild came in. He was surprised to find us at Jo’s.
“Oh, you've come” Jo started.
“Yeah.”
“Welcome. Hawa ni mabeste zangu, Lydia, Sharon na Faith. Ladies, this is a Pete.” She said casually in a low, surprisingly nice tone. I had never seen Jo so humble and all nice. For someone I had known for almost a year it was funny. I could see Sharon struggling with laughter. After the brief introduction we continued with Sharon’s hair. Jo appeared to be quite uneasy and Sharon being the Sharon she is couldn’t help but embarrass her.
“Jo, so hautaongea ati ju mgeni ako? Nipee uji yako nikunywe ka hutaki.”
Faith and I could try to shush her and divert the topic, all in vain. Jo couldn’t take it anymore. She broke out, “Sharon, nisaidie na simu yako nitext mtu.” Her phone was off and so was mine. Sharon’s mulika mwizi had chewed. Faith was the only one with a phone. She passed it to Jo who went straight to messaging and typed,
“Aki endeni tu sai kuna kitu tunataka kuongea privately. Soma alafu upatie Lydia na Sharon simu.”
She gave the phone o Faith who read silently and understood then gave me to read. I then passed the phone to Sharon.
“Sasa hizi ni nini? Ati endeni tu sai kuna kitu tunataka kuongea privately? Wee mjinga hizi ni nini.”
“Wee, si tunakula hapa lunch plus siezi toka ni hizi nywele nusu.”
Jo and boy child were dying of embarrassment from the look on their faces but Sharon couldn’t see. I was trying hard not to laugh out loud. Anyway, long story short, to this day, the dog that ate Sharon’s chills is yet to be found.
Cheers to all the years of friendship
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