Amebo Mary

People can be so annoying! I think as I march angrily down the street. You try to help them and they make you feel like a busybody. I hiss loudly and elaborately. The middle aged man apparently on his morning walk beside me recoils immediately. He has a doubtful look on his face, like he is not sure I am actually a human to have such a venomous hiss. I look at him quickly, up and down, in hateful eyeing. He stops completely and stares at me. I hiss again as I keep on walking. He is just stupid like all others of his gender, I think as I remember what caused my anger initially.
Mama Simbi is the food seller two houses away from mine. Her tasty meals are well known and patronized for miles around. Every morning you would see students, young women and men, particularly married men patiently waiting on the queue for her steaming, spicy pepper rice making one wonder if their spri spri speaking wives had never considered the thought that their husbands could be easily ensnared and forever …
Mama Simbi is the food seller two houses away from mine. Her tasty meals are well known and patronized for miles around. Every morning you would see students, young women and men, particularly married men patiently waiting on the queue for her steaming, spicy pepper rice making one wonder if their spri spri speaking wives had never considered the thought that their husbands could be easily ensnared and forever …