I landed myself a new 'yellow yellow’ in a matatu

 


In Nyairofi or Nyaikuru or any other Nya-town in this Nya-country of ours, there are ‘yellow yellows’ of all kinds who are very office. Some endowed with ‘good behinds’, others good legs and good dashboards. Others have good hearts. These ladies are also beautiful, but in the eyes of their beholders only. So today I met a very beautiful ‘yellow yellow’.


On my way from home, I boarded a mat to Thika called "Team mafisi" and it had very nice graffiti. I sat next to a ‘yellow yellow’ lady who was really pretty. Nice hair, colored lips, and all that ‘yellow yellows’ have. But she was busy on her phone, earphones on. Just then, some two grannies stopped the mat.
Granny one: "wewe...ndûtûkue cúcû witû"
the taut stopped the mat and they came.
Granny one; nitûkûiganira gûkû?"
Granny two: nikûnene..eeeh...tonya haha..karibu"
Everyone in the mat was just laughing. The music had to be turned off. They really entertained us all the way. It got me thinking. These two grannies were once ‘yellow yellows’. They were once hotcakes, and from how they talked, it seemed they had known each other for ages. Maybe 50 years ago they were walking, shaking and whining their behinds. But now look at them, they don’t care about anything.

Experience has taught them not to. So I was stealing glances at this ‘yellow yellow’ next to me all along, I decided to talk to her and she just looked at me and continued listening  to music. I then told myself “wewe ringa tu.sku moja utazeeka pia wewe. kuna siku utakua unavaa viatu left right.”


Nowadays ‘yellow yellows’ will be looking eighty by the time they get to fifty. I doubt if they will still know their native languages. You see, some just leave the country to Uganda or even south Sudan for just a few months and they come back with an accent, using words don’t even understand. Too dumb to even consult google.na ukichunguza where they were (majuu) walilkua wanaongea na mikono juu ya kulemewa, wanaskia kama watu wanaongea in tongues huko.


Anyway, as we reached a place called Witeithie taut shouted."pesa apo nyuma oya" at this point the ‘yellow yellow’ stopped listening to music and started smiling at me although I did not respond. The ‘Mafisi’ chronicles say "do not plant where you are not sure to harvest" I knew she was up to no good. I ignored her attractive smiles thrice and when she realized I wasn’t paying attention to her, she decided to talk to me. "By the way nliona ka ulikua umeniongelesha." I replied very fast. "pole.nlikua nakushow usonga songe huko". She then paid her fare and when I looked at her, I noticed that she was still looking at me. I started talking to her and surprisingly, she enjoyed listening to me. I guess the fact that I was in a "Team mafisi" ride gave me the inbuilt humor and endless stories. She was laughing all the way. I told her a lot of stories from the students in UON vs GSU to Bensouda vs RUTO. It was at that point that she asked for my number. I couldn’t imagine a ‘yellow yellow’ asking for my number. I am still smiling because she just texted me right now. “Hey you are so funny. I enjoyed chatting with you.” She said.
 

 

In Nyairofi or Nyaikuru or any other Nya-town in this Nya-country of ours, there are ‘yellow yellows’ of all kinds who are very office. Some endowed with ‘good behinds’, others good legs and good dashboards. Others have good hearts. These ladies are also beautiful, but in the eyes of their beholders only. So today I met a very beautiful ‘yellow yellow’.


On my way from home, I boarded a mat to Thika called "Team mafisi" and it had very nice graffiti. I sat next to a ‘yellow yellow’ lady who was really pretty. Nice hair, colored lips, and all that ‘yellow yellows’ have. But she was busy on her phone, earphones on. Just then, some two grannies stopped the mat.
Granny one: "wewe...ndûtûkue cúcû witû"
the taut stopped the mat and they came.
Granny one; nitûkûiganira gûkû?"
Granny two: nikûnene..eeeh...tonya haha..karibu"
Everyone in the mat was just laughing. The music had to be turned off. They really entertained us all the way. It got me thinking. These two grannies were once ‘yellow yellows’. They were once hotcakes, and from how they talked, it seemed they had known each other for ages. Maybe 50 years ago they were walking, shaking and whining their behinds. But now look at them, they don’t care about anything.

Experience has taught them not to. So I was stealing glances at this ‘yellow yellow’ next to me all along, I decided to talk to her and she just looked at me and continued listening  to music. I then told myself “wewe ringa tu.sku moja utazeeka pia wewe. kuna siku utakua unavaa viatu left right.”


Nowadays ‘yellow yellows’ will be looking eighty by the time they get to fifty. I doubt if they will still know their native languages. You see, some just leave the country to Uganda or even south Sudan for just a few months and they come back with an accent, using words don’t even understand. Too dumb to even consult google.na ukichunguza where they were (majuu) walilkua wanaongea na mikono juu ya kulemewa, wanaskia kama watu wanaongea in tongues huko.


Anyway, as we reached a place called Witeithie taut shouted."pesa apo nyuma oya" at this point the ‘yellow yellow’ stopped listening to music and started smiling at me although I did not respond. The ‘Mafisi’ chronicles say "do not plant where you are not sure to harvest" I knew she was up to no good. I ignored her attractive smiles thrice and when she realized I wasn’t paying attention to her, she decided to talk to me. "By the way nliona ka ulikua umeniongelesha." I replied very fast. "pole.nlikua nakushow usonga songe huko". She then paid her fare and when I looked at her, I noticed that she was still looking at me. I started talking to her and surprisingly, she enjoyed listening to me. I guess the fact that I was in a "Team mafisi" ride gave me the inbuilt humor and endless stories. She was laughing all the way. I told her a lot of stories from the students in UON vs GSU to Bensouda vs RUTO. It was at that point that she asked for my number. I couldn’t imagine a ‘yellow yellow’ asking for my number. I am still smiling because she just texted me right now. “Hey you are so funny. I enjoyed chatting with you.” She said.