Sunday, 20 January 2013

Zulu Lulu by Amos Bwire...contd

"E yeah e yeah e yeah eh…e yeah eyeah…yeah
E yeah e yeah eh…e yeah eyeah
Mama meh eh eh eh eh …Nne meh eh eh eh eh…
She's my beautiful onyinye eh eh eh eh… Eyeah!"
Sings an obviously drunk guy, leaning over an idle Bajaj, near Afrika Sanaa bus stop. The guy has kiroba in his trembling hand. His name is Juma Mchupa, a Bajaj driver famously known for his overly-drinking habit and a foul mouth. "Oyaaa, chippy! 'Samaki' bei gani huyo?" He blurts, pointing his middle-finger at the rear side of one girl as she passes near his Bajaj.
Still locomotive, Eighteen years-old prostitute, Leila tilts her head slightly towards Juma Mchupa, trying hard to ignore him.
"Hey, if you were to cut off all dudes you've climbed on, and lay them down end to end; how far would your line go from here…Morogoro or Mwanza?"
Leila flips her lips over. She throws a hooker-stare at Juma Mchupa, whose mouth is stuck on to his packet of ethanol. "Depends on their sizes." She addresses him, sarcastically, her eyes measuring him, head to toe. "If all were like yours, I'd have needed a cargo-train full of them, to make it to where you stand from where I stand."
Juma chokes off a mouthful of alcohol. "Slut!"
A number of prostitutes and fellow Bajaj drivers laugh at him, their eyes following Leila, as she disappears towards Kona bar.
Stepping off Daladala, Lulu hastily sweeps past a number of people. A group of men; mostly petty traders, Bodaboda and Bajaj drivers blow mocking whistles at her physical endowments, obscene gestures along with that. She ignores them and goes further towards the direction near Club Ambiance where fellow traders spread in small groups.  
Just before she reaches the group, a vehicle stops besides her. The driver, a man in his early fifties, stares at Lulu lustfully.
"Niachie huyu mbabu(let me have this grandpa!)" A voice comes from behind her. It's Rabiyah, a fellow prostitute of Somali origin, "I know him. I know what he wants..." She whispers at Lulu, who nodes uninterestingly. Rabiyah strolls past, and towards the car. "Hey, baby, I'm here!" She speaks to the man behind the wheel. The man's eyes bulged. In a quick motion, he waves a hand, ushering for her to climb on. The girl jumps in and the vehicle drives away.
Lulu walks past Ambiance, and to a nearby open space that host a dozens of junkie' grills. She glances at people around the place. No one pays attention. She squeezes her hand between a massive pan of fries and a burning charcoal. She lights-on a rolled piece of paper. It's marijuana. She steps back and walks away quickly, before the infectious smell of fried chicken gets into her empty stomach. She finds a lone corner and starts getting a high.
"Oya vipi we mtoto, umeridhika leo, eeh?(are you satisfied today huh?)" It's Leila, walking towards the corner where Lulu is seated, immersed in a dark tunnel of thoughts.
"Mambo, Leila?" Speaks Lulu, forcing a smile that fades as quickly anyhow.
"Poa poa!" Says a cheerful Leila, her eyes hanging at the burning stuff in-between Lulu's thumb and index finger, with intense appetite.
Lulu handles it to her. "Just one puff, boo!"
Leila ignores the warning. She takes a long one, giving out a hissing sound and a sniff as her wide mouth blows out a thin white smoke. "You sick?" She asks carefreely. "If so, you better take your bad omen to the ghetto. Wagonjwa mnatuletea nuksi katika biashara…(You sick people do jinx our business!)"
Lulu ignores the naturally-impudent Leila. "You sound sick, Zulu Lulu..."
"I'm fine." Speaks Lulu, matter of fact. "I just feel for my sis, Mwajuma, She's suffering…"
"Eish! Is she still sick?"
"She coughs all the time! And today, since morning she hasn't eaten a thing. Whatever I brought her, she didn't like. I don't know what to do…"
"Mh, shughuli!!"
"And the landlady threatens to throw us out if I don't pay my rent, tomorrow…"
"Eish! Kazi unayo!" Says Leila, with a wryly smile. "So, will seating here bring you rent, stupid?"
"Watch your mouth, Leila!"
"Mh! Alaaafu, yule nae ana roho ya paka ujue! Hafi tu? (Mh! That girl has a soul of a cat! Why can't she just die?)"
Lulu gets agitated, "Hey! Stop saying that! Kuwa na huruma kidogo bwana!(You should feel for the sick!)"

"Eight years now in this business. I've seen many come, fall flat on their backs, die, and get to hell. Sembuse huyo Mwajuma wako? Asepe zake kule!(who is she to me?Nothing!)"

"Nipe jani langu! (Give me my leaf!)"
Leila gives Lulu her leaf, at the same time she pulls her off the pavement.

"It's almost One a.m. Twende-tukauze! (Let's go sell pussies!)"
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