My brother's wife leaves "in style"

I was watching news of how a politician answerd corruption questions like ushago kids who usually tie banana stalks in their sagging shorts or trousers. He made me believe just for once there was a bright future.

Then knock knock knock.

I opened the door to find my brother standing there in anger like porridge that had stayed for three days.

“Waah, umefuraa. What happened?“ I asked him.

“Bibi yangu ameenda.“ He said with greeted teeth like it was an international offence.

“Eeenhe, so ndo maana umekuja with a side wing.“ I winked at the girl who stood at his back.

My brother is a bodaboda Rider and those guys are the CEOs of the polygamous company. The guy controls love like a steering wheel that is passing a haunted house at night.

“Amebeba vitu zangu za solar zote.“

Okay, that was new. My brother and his wife had been playing the cat and mouse game for sometime now and never for once had she ever left with anything.

“Kubaya. Aliamua Leo ni biohazard eviction notice. But siunaeza buy zingine. Unareact aje ka kuku imemwagiliwa maji.“

I felt like laughing at him but I knew otherwise. He came to vent and it seems she'd done something more worse.

“Iyo naeza nunua lakini mbona amwage makojoo kwa kitanda.“

I almost asked where she found the makojoo then I remembered my brother is the type of guy that describes safety as a pocket watch. Even with 100% safety, he would never risk.

Maybe she took his makojoo that she delayed to throw in the morning and thought of washing the matress as a warning.

“Wacha na venye ulikua umeokota Mali Safi leo.“ I commented.

“Nyumba inanuka!“ My brother almost cursed.

And I can imagine it. The perfume that came from that house could alarm all of our ancestors to visit their future generations. And when they come, they will be like. Eeei yaani wajukuu washaoza kutushinda si wenye tulikufa.