The other weekend my mum and I were going to a wedding that ended around midnight . By 7pm I was not yet home and she had to wait for me so my auntie felt the pain of waiting. She actually thought we (mum and I) are getting late so she was telling her to call me. When I got home some minutes to 8pm she was like “ah, saa mbili hii basi ela mtaenda? ”
Mum: Eeenh tutaenda harusi za waswahili zaanza kuchelewa hata hatuna haraka
After an hour, everyone was in their room prepairing while she (my aunty) was at the verandah waiting impatiently to hear what is going on.

Here is the story, in my room there is a clay pot of my late granma where she used to store her drinking water. Actually, it was her room before she died. The pot had been empty since then and it looks beautiful there just as it is, a tourist attraction to my roomπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. I love it that way but I’ve never bothered filling water. My aunty sat impatiently there for that hour and finally found something to do, she knocked my door. I had done my make up and I was half dressed. I removed the dress and wrapped a lesso around my chest then opened the door. I held the door hand, stood behind it and pulled it towards me, so that I appear behind the door while it’s wide open. She got in and lifted the pot up, started examining it as if she was examining a sick person’s body. It almost looked like she was suspecting it was spoilt or had a hole whatsoever. Still behind the door she took it back to it’splace and got out. I locked the door again and started putting on my dress for the second time. As soon as I reached the neck she knocked in again and I did the same thing. Standing behind the door where she couldn’t see me clearly. Just to find out what she really wanted from my room. This time she came in with a water jerican and started rinsing the pot then filling it with water, still behind the door she asked “mh, hamuogopi nyinyi kutoka usiku? “. I assumed I never heard anything and life went on. She filled the pot with water and got out back to her initial seat.
Some minutes to 9pm dad got in so she went to her room. By then I was all dressed up. I shouted. “Maa nshamaliza ” mum just replied “haya” then went silent for some minutes then she called me to her room. At that point my auntie’s patience had reached boiling point so she just said loudly to no one “hivi bado mwaenda? ” in my head something told me she had a feeling mum was calling me to tell me maybe we ain’t going anymore or maybe papa has changed the plans. She replied “Eenh twaenda, hizi ndo time”
“Sasa mkienda sai mtarudi saa ngapi? ”
“Saa zile bibiarusi ataletwa”
I felt her words were kinda insightful but nobody really understood.

This Article Has 9 Comments
  1. Hassan says:

    Haha… That aunty though… Creativity πŸ”πŸ”πŸ”πŸ”

  2. Mkwariza says:

    My favorite aunt😊.
    Always interesting to read your work bro.

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