How A Female Lecturer Messed My Teeth With Her Wild Dressing In Class

Dr Tanye as I always referred to her, was a charming and beautiful lady as my little adjectival language would put it in simple terms.

I was a huge competitor for her attention in class now that she had a mountain of flesh on her rear side that would enter the classroom moments after she had entered the class room. She was generally blessed by this endowment that she used to suffocate in short skirts that made every Tom , Dick and Harry to salivate. Especially this boy called “Dick”who was a resident in a hut made of cotton inside my trouser.

Ironically, we expected Dr Tanye to teach us Literature or Social Work because in Literature, we would try to symbolize every alliteration and rhyme in a poem with her sitting endorsement. In Social Work, the ladies in our class would get inspiration on how to become a Doctor In The Socialite World. Unfortunately, Dr Tanye used to teach us Religion and Theology though we had to wait for second year to get a proper nic-name for her because its in second year where we were taught about Mount Sinai. Truth be told, hers was just as huge as Mount Sinai and I later on deleted the “ai” and just called it Mount Sin since it made me a sinner by breaking the commandment of “Though Shall Not Covet”.

So on this Monday she comes to teach us and I didn’t carry my note books or pen because I wanted to make a move for her now that I wanted to prove myself a village champion and hero and the first man from my village who went to campus and dated a Lecturer.

I couldn’t wait for class to end because her short blue skirt was already cutting short my Monday blues and on this day, insult was added on injury because she came to class and congratulated Manchester United for beating QPR four nil and guess what, I am a Manchester United die hard so I started cooking a pick up line based on Manchester United players names, “DrTanye, I am Blind, can you be the Angel Maria to make me see again ?”

As she continued to teach base on the book of Esther, I kept thinking of how my girlfriend Claire is only 21 years old yet she behaves like some Zinjanthropic grandmother with no sense of dressing like Dr Tanye. What of if Claire reaches 50 years old ? She will be fossil fuel. (A voice in my head answered like it knew what I wanted to say)

After the lesson, she asked, “Who is Bob ?” My heart began beating faster and venacava transported blood to my heart faster than a running witch from Kisii, the Pulmonary vein then transported the blood in a speed of 96 heart beats per second with no speed governor to an organ in my trouser where a referendum called “OkoaMwili” was launched by an impromptu “Election”. Replace the “l” with “r”. 

Her eyes were red and she looked very romantic as I followed her with no hesitation thinking that her body was the destination of the referendum as I followed her  to her office that was located in the basement of  the School Of Religion flats.

I knew today was the day, I felt like it was my last birthday before traveling to Australia for a comedy show. 

I arrived in her office and found her putting up a chart on the wall and my fantasy grew wilder as I saw her neatly shaved armpits unlike these campus ladies with bushes that never burn. Armpit bushes that cant make me remove my shoes to share a bed with them.

She closed the door and started to talk in a soft voice like the one used in body lotion adverts on television.

Then she asked "Bob, can you do everything I ask ?"
In an Eldoret man’s speed I said, " Yes madam, and  I have been wanting you."
Then she said , "I WANT YOU TO BE SERIOUS IN CLASS,"

Then she opened the big Cup Board of books in her office and damn! My mother rushed out of the cup board with a huge peace of wood as Dr Tanye said, “Mama Bob, let me help you beat this son of yours. I told you we would catch him one day."

That is how I lost my two lower front teeth

[ B.O.B A Whoof Deh © 2014, I am Still Toothless With Plastic Teeth ]

For My Future Wife a.k.a Future Bed Mate

I hope you are single wherever you are and that you are not a lazy woman. By this, I mean that our house shall not have traces of pampers and aroma of stenching urine of Bob Junior. 

However, I am very lazy. In our house, there shall a "nonsense room". Here, there shall be a sony bravia flat screen 84 inches for FIFA with me and Bob Jr's friends. This room must not be kept neat or swept because my scripting, articles and poems will be here. Therefore, any sweeping may make me lose scripts yet that’s where I get my salary. So even the smallest of useless papers might be a Hollywood material you are sweeping. The only favour you can do me is putting rat medicine to kill rats that might want to eat my Hollywood material

My future wife, I have never had a pair of socks and vest. I hope you buy me a pair using "your" chama money. By the way I know you will gather the chama money from the money I give you to buy supper.

My future wife, your shoe size must be size 40/ number 6 and above because my mother told me that women who wear size 5 and below have the tendancy of giving birth to twins. Giving birth to twins means that "reading the constitution" will be limited and I dont want that.
My future bed mate, if you find socks on the kitchen floor, I must have left them there as a physical reminder of some script I am supposed to complete, so there you risk terminating my contracts which shall pay for your barber shop fees because my wife must never don weaves.

My future wife, you must know mathematics. To me, maths was leprosy so I dont want to marry someone who can’t how many pieces of meat are left in the sufuria.

Finally, my future wife, I hope you smoke WEED . You will be generating me jokes and I perform them. May you therefore have good health and live long as a lioness so that you meet your lion.

[ B.O.B A WhoofDeh © Copyright 2014, SHare It On The Her Wall]

LADIES, how do you know that you have valuable #ASSETS aka Defence ??

If anytime you and your friends walk then a man approaches you from behind and greets you among your friends, baby gal your assets are of attractive high market value.

If you are in a bus/matatu standing coz there is no seat and then the man behind you constantly touches his 'phone' inside the pockets, baby gal, your assets can melt chocolate and turn it to yoghurt.

Baby gal if you sit in a bus, then after you alight, the men seated next to you scramble for partition in your seat, baby gal just know that you have colonial assets that can colonize a man's wallet, use this as an advantage.

Baby gal, if when tagging your facebook photos, then facebook recognizes your butts instead of faces for tags, jaber just know that you normally sit on dollar bills.

Sweet heart, if you are shorter than your boyfriend and even your girlfriends, but when you sit on chairs with them then you appear to be the tallest, do I still need to tell you that you own the ATM card pin for withdrawing sitting allowances .

Baby gal you walk into a panty selling supermarket in the ready made section then the teller calls the tailor, mhhhhhhh , you know what I mean ?

Sweet heart your husband loves when you sweep the house as many times as possible especially when his male friends are in the house.

Each time you post a selfie on facebook, it is reported as spasm by Nicki Minaj and Vera Sidika'sfollowers, just know that you are a threat to well known asset mortgage owners.

Sweet heart, no matter how hard and expensive you try to invest in a hair style, no matter how much you invest in blouses, men always tell you that you have a nice trouser, baby gal, you have magnet of the eyes in your thighs.

Darling you are a teacher in and in class when reading notes for students, they always pretend not to hear so that you write the spelling on the wall, and the more you write on the chalk board, then the more they get confused, darling know that you are a teacher with assets that have the materials that were used to build the tower if babel.

[ B.O.B A Whoof Deh 2014, Are The Above True ? ]

On This Day In 2010, I Became Single Upto Now

I know you are surprised why my girlfriend is called Ambululu.

Ambululu is the nickname I gave her because, the first day I met her, she was bathing in the River and I was there fetching water for bathing at home.

I didn’t bathe with that water because I feared getting an erection because this beautiful sweet heart had bathed with the one I fetched. Instead, I gave our dog the water to drink and it got horny for a week. When we went hunting with the dog and other dogs, our dog got an erection while we were chasing a gazelle and instead of arresting the gazelle for us, our dog started to chase a female dog and we lost the gazelle.

So her name is Ambululu because on this first day I saw her, instead of giving be butterflies, she gave me weaver birds and I felt the worms in my stomach producing the sound, 'ambululululululu!' as if I had a stomach ache.

After that day, I kept visiting her with vibes e.g'you are the only cockroach in my cupboard' etc, then the rest was not only History but Geography and Biology Practicals in the bushes near our home though one day red safari ants entered our clothes while in the bush and upto the day I took her to Kenchic, we never tried a bush thing but pure abstinence.

So, on this day of Kenchic out, it was not Geography or History or Biology but a matter or Business and Economics because I remember the vibe that made her to love me was,

' just like Rihanna I will be your umbrella,

never go broke I will be your bank teller'

And of course on this first date in the city, I had to prove my bank telling prowess to this beauty of Kaminudi Village.

I had no money, so I stole my mother's merry go round money that she normally kept in an old bra that she bought in second hand clothes just for the purpose of home banking. I stole 275 shillings from the bra then made a rat like architectured hole on the bra so that my father's wife would think that the money was munched by a rat that would be probably belching money gas in some corner of the house by then.

25 shillings was for fare then 250 for lunch with Ambululu though I had also not eaten anything.

I arrived like some CEO at Kenchic and there she was smiling , taller than me today because she begged for heels from her aunties church mate. She hugged me and I felt something hard on trouser......... Alas ! It was a long necklace that she also borrowed that was hard, what have you thought of ?

So, she ordered her kitchen. Sorry, chicken and when it came, her violence with the half chicken started, looking at the menu I realized that I had to walk back home and starve myself because the kitchen was 250 shillings and that was the only cash I had.

I pretended to be okay and watching over her when in the real sense, the worms in my tummy were craving for even a breath of the chickens aroma.

Nkt ! She didn’t even finish the chicken and fries, she left 85 % of it on the plate and claimed to be in a hurry to see her dad. She hugged me and walked away hurriedly as I escorted her to the bus stop. She took a bus and went while I ran back to Kenchick Cafe to devour the remains of chicken and fries that she left before the waiters would clear the table. At least the food would give me energy to walk home now that I had no fare.

I entered Kenchick and pounced on the meal, ate slowly as I facebooked so that I looked like I had some uptown swag.

The unfortunate happened when Ambululu came back to the hotel to pick her pink hand bag that she had forgotten under the table.

Upto now, I am single.

[ B.O.B A WhoofDeh, 2014 Copyright, Help me people.]

MOI UNIVERSITY GRADUATION PREPARATION IN EDGARS VILLAGE : Based On A True Story

This is the day that village folks of my former school mates have been waiting for.

Ask Edgar Aaron and he will tell you that his village mates bought kitenges and high heels for the first time for this ''BIG'' day.Edgars auntie called Awuor Nyakarungu who is a choir member in the local Nomiya Church, has organised a group of 8 virgin girls who shall sing for their son Edgar during his initiation to the world of degree holders.

The eight virgins shall song for Edgar praise songs for his ''kingness'' before Edgar can choose the most beautiful of these choir girls to satisfy his ego because its a ritual. Being the first graduate in his village, Edgar must have sex with a virgin in order to be succesful in life. So this is a purification ritual for their son.Now the old men of Edgars village have hired a Bajaj motocycle that shall be driven by the female chief of Edgars village just infront of the bus carrying the villagers and it will be like a presidential entourage.

The bus is a local secondary school bus from a school where Edgar with kiwi shining beards and armpit hairs, was teaching CRE and with a Luo swag, if you met him wearing sharp shooters you might think that he is the principal because the principal is some Neanderthal man who still wears plaited trousers with turn up at the bottom with a tie having the colours of the flag of Kenya.

Now Edgar has also invited special friends to attend this Seremoni : His ex girlfriend of class six Anyango Nyakadenge who made Edgar to fail CRE because of the two devils in her bras, Mr Omwandho Osoth who beat Edgar for bringing mapera to his rotten toothed daughter, B.O.B Master of Ceremony and Dalmas as the bouncer.

When the whole crew arrives, they shall call Edgar ''igweee'', as if they were with Edgar when he was using mwakenya in exams.They shall pitch a tent next to the Moi University swimming pool where they shall cook with their own sufurias. An envoy of first years in Moi from Edgars village courtesy of Edgar as their motivational speaker, has been formed to fetch firewood for the cooking from falls bushes.

My friend Tony Irungu shall bring muthokoi and Kamande cooked because he has no firewood fetchers. All I can say is that , Edgar, I wish you all the best plus all others graduating on 16th December, usiringe na degree moja, thermometer iko na 100 na inakaa chini ya makwapa.

[ B.O.B A Whoof Deh 2014 (C), Based On A True Story ]

The Day I Went To Meet Claire My Darling

My girlfriend Claire was a form two in Alliance Girls National School while I was in form one in Mapurulundi Mixed Day and Night Secondary School. The name of that school made me think of the sound made by a night-runner when being chased inside a nappier grass plantation by a hungry dog which has just given birth and its stomach is too empty and it can swallow a night runner whole.

So Claire and I had a date. She loved me so much because I used to write her nice poems to irrigate her poetic tree and desires of love. On this day I wrote her a poem whose lines went this way ;

" My baby Claire
Love is in the air
Tonight we got a date
I'll meet you at your house at a quarter to eight
So my baby Claire dont be late"

For once, I shedded my skin of comedy and became romantic just for this bird of my nest by the name , "CLAIRE".

So I bathed thrice and ensured that I stole my grandmothers "KAMUA" i.e the milking jelly. I ensured that I didnt walk in the sun because if I sweated, then the milking would make me smell crude oil being refined in Libya near a mortuary so its double smell of crude oil and corpses.

I also stole my elder sister's spaghetti top thinking it was a swagful vest for such a love mood.

8pm sharp, I cheated my grand mother that I was going for a long call in the nappier grass because we didnt have a toilet. So my granny accepted and I walked happier than a happy king towards Claire's home.

Villagely enough, I had to use "majestic methods" to get her out of their house because her rude and muscular father was inside and her mother too was there. Claire was a copyright of her mother, infact I thought they were twins. The difference was that Claire's mum was very harsh and could skin your tongue and feed it to her dog if she thought that you were looking at Claire in a manner likely to suggest that you may kiss Claire in future.

So I used my Village methods and screamed like a puppy in pain, " AUU ! AUU !AUU ! And Claire's dad said, " Claire, go check the puppy! " I was so happy at the succesful method and waited romantically for Claire to come out and see the "puppy".

Unfortunately, she tried to open the door but it was too bolted and her dad said, "Just leave the door, let me open it and see the puppy by myself."

He oppened the door and surely saw the puppy wagging its tail happily and he said, "this puppy smokes bhang, it shouts without a reason yawa." All this while, I squatted still next to the thorny K-Apple fence and shrank like a paper bag near a fire because Claire's father was cruel like uncensored fire.

Claire's father walked towards the fence straight to where I was as my heart began to thump in unrest like un-used stones in a GorMahia fan's brief case after a mashemeji derby match.

Claire's father was taking a short call and he unzipped right above my back and started letting out some warm uric excretions not only on my back but on my elder sister's spaghetti which could shrink if washed with warm water because it was made in China.

I couldnt move a bit because Claire's father would beat me like a burukenge from the gym beating a thin burukenge which has no muscles.

I waited until he let out the last warm drop on my back and walked away to the house and closed. I was so frustrated. I hadnt seen my angel, I was smelling 56year old urine, my sister was going to beat me over her vest. Oh! Mwadhani !

Fortunately, Claire's door oppened and I saw someone like her walk out in a lesso and a white T Shirt. I tip toed to her back, tickled her and held her from back and she said,

"Baba Claire unanukamkojo, kwaniumeoganamkojo ?"( Claires Father, you smell urine, have you bathed in it ?)

I was so tensed, I blindfolded her with the new panty I had bought Claire then put her gently on the ground and she lay so softly as if she had missed such moments with Baba Claire and then I took of running home to my grand mother. 

It was Claire's mother. I didn't know. It is very sad.

[B.O.B A Whoof Deh, It Is Very Sad, December 2013 ]

Girlfriend When You Visit My Mother, Here Are The Litmus Tests

Girlfriend, after my graduation I know I will have introduced you to my mother and that you will have developed a little appetite of wanting to visit my my mother in Kisumu County in my countryside. By the way her name is Auma Nyaranda, so when you visit her when I am there or not, kindly do the following to that bearer of the womb that bore your boyfriend.

Girlfriend, when you visit Auma Nyaranda, learn how to use “furudut”. Furudut is a metal pipe used to pass air/oxygen to firewood in the kitchen on the three stones when cooking. Are we together ? The blowing is normally done in a crouching position and you have crouched and even walked on fours on several occasions eg when fetching something under the bed so dont pretend that you cant. Normally the smoke can make you cough like a burukenge but girlfriend, Auma Nyaranda knows that university girls smoke a lot of weed and cigarrates so they really know how to control their coughs and that they can’t cough at the choke of any smoke. I know you have never smoked so this maybe a wife material test.

Girlfriend when you visit Auma Nyaranda, kindly buy her a lesso written, “Mwanao Ni Mwerevu”. My mother has been a doubter of my brightness because she has been a slave of the writings I make on social media. She thinks that I am a fool. Maybe its because I make my writings while high on my demons of writing.

Girlfriend when you visit my mother, make sure you walk like a man and that you eat big ugali like a man. Don't cat walk. My mother loves strong people. For me, I am only strong in the mouth. My pang’ang’a is high class but my physical strength in the farm deserves a supplementary exam. So you might as well stand in for me. Another wife material test there. When you are strong, my mother will kill all our dogs because they are a bunch of none sense watchmen that only eat ugali for nothing but littering our home with white droppings. By the way our dogs eat ugali, meat is a reserve of me and people of my calibre who have passed through university. Girlfriend if you are strong, my mother will love to have you as her personal bouncer against my big uncle who always scares her because my father is decaying in clay.

Girlfriend, when you visit Auma Nyaranda, make sure you attend the chiefs Baraza each Thursday so that you represent me when I am absent. By the way each Thursday, the chief normally canes village people who have done wrongs eg trying to thiefing, smoking plants that the government has banned etc. I normally attend these meetings since I am the only learned persona in my village so the Chief always gives me orders of issuing the number of canes that the law breakers are to be given. So kindly represent me well and make sure that all boys who break rules are given a lot of canes so that they fear you and don’t seduce you because I hate competition especially from people who stopped learning when they realised that some foreign hair is growing sonewhere.

Girlfriend, when you visit my mother at home, make sure you laugh at each joke she cracks because she assumes that she has a comedy talent. The only bad thing with her talent is that she cracks jokes about my younger brother yet my younger brother is already a joke in himself. By the way my younger brother is the only man who can pocket while naked. By the way my little bother loves food so much and for that matter my mother called him “Matumbo”. By the way girlfriend make sure that you understand my little brother’s love for food. He normally buys his own sugar then he puts the sugar in a washed transparent plastic of omo. Then he ensures that the sugar is not full in the plastic. Then just above the sugar, he puts five house-flies. So each time he comes back and he finds that one of the flies has flown away, then girlfriend you will end up purchasing the whole of Mumias Sugar company for that alumni of my mother’s womb.

 Girlfriend, please I beg you, when you visit Auma Nyaranda, don’t wash your G Strings aka thongs and hang them in public because my mum is so much used to sleeping hungry and she would think that in the state of our poverty, you have started to eat your “under garments”.

Girlfriend, can I give you bus fare ? She sent me a please call me, then I sent her airtime for beeping me then she beeped and I called her back. She told me that she is waiting to see the type of a monkey that I am going to marry now that I usually refer to her as “My Father’s Monkey.'' Auma Nyaranda is waiting for you with fried quillea birds meat soaked in ghee, just for you. She wants to take care of you as her daughter now that she has no daughter but only two sons.

 [B.O.B © 2014, Where Is My Girlfriend? ]

Kenya Police Seducing A Lady By Use Of Facebook Language

POLICE : Come here young lady. Where are you coming from at this hour of the night ?

GAL : From friends, I am heading home

POLICE : Have you looked at your timeline and seen that it is 11:58pm and seen more to see that its two minutes to 12am ??

GAL :Yes Mr Officer

POLICE : Are you seeing I have a pistol in my hands ready to shoot any one who walks past midnight ? Tell me whats on your mind because buttocks never heal when shot by a bullet

GAL :Am sorry.

POLICE : [to police 2] Major Kipsang, can you share a status like that one ?

 KIPSANG' :Upload a better status from your purse.

GAL :I don’t have any money.

POLICE :Okay send me a friend request so that I be coming to your house to poke you so that we clear that debt.

GAL :Dah!

POLICE :Then send me internet bundles or I shoot your teeth

GAL : Meaning?

 POLICE :I need a small bribe.

GAL :I have no money.

POLICE :Call PEOPLE YOU MAY KNOW so that they send you money.

GAL :I don’t even have airtime.

POLICE :Okay bring your national Identity card.

GAL :I don’t have an I.D

POLICE : Ooooh! So you are the one who sends admin inboxes saying, "DEAR ADMIN HIDE MY I.D."

GAL : Sorry

POLICE : Yesternight we met, you said sorry and I warned you not to walk at night alone GAL : Sorry

POLICE : Okay. That was a yellow notification.

GAL :Forgive me. [smiling]

POLICE :I can see your profile picture is original. I hereby forgive you. If I was a bad person then I would have blocked you behind bars for 48 hours. Can you log out of this place with the speed of google chrome.

[B.o.B 2012, Kenya Policemen Are The Toughest]

YOUR DAD IS SO……..

YOUR DAD IS SO……..

@ yourdaddys phone is so old, instead of home in facebook, it has village

@ your mama is so corrupt, she gave birth to you through back door

@ wewenimfupiunaendeshangapanadolkamatyre.

@ your daddy so polite, he can fart via wi-fi

@ your siblings so many, you normally use capture recapture method to establish who has taken supper

@ your daddysplaystation so old and hot, when you play fifa, one team has to play barechest

@ your daddy so selfish, he eats his fingernails in the dark

@ your mama is so fat, your dad tells him " BABY, YOU ARE TWO IN A MILLION. "

@ your daddy so thin and your mama so fat, when they dance bend over, your daddy looks like her tail

@ your mama loves to talk about people so much that when she keeps quiet, her mouth shakes

I Will Never Sleep Naked [part.2 - Neighbours Might See Me At Night]

So after laughing at the night runner, I went back to my bed at around 1am and slept. I'd laugh occasionally. I decided to sleep naked because it was so hot. I slept therefore at 3am until I heard my door bang once then two heavily built thugs came in.

They lit a spot light on me and I rose up naked and jumping towards one of them. They had pistols.So to save myself I shouted, "I AM GAY, COME HERE THIEF." So scared, the thieves left the way and I ran out naked, one sock on my right foot and I jumped onto my bicycle outside my hut and I cycled away.

On the way I met an ambulance. The driver of the ambulance was carrying a dead cyclist to Kisumu Mortuary. He almost hit me but he braked in emergency. He was so afraid. Me too.I carried the bicycle on my head, naked and only one red sock on my right foot. The ambulance driver flashed his lights on and saw a naked man with a bicycle his head and he shouted, "DEVIL, THE CORPSE IS ALIVE", he left the ambulance and ran away towards a murram path. Being so scared near a dead man in an ambulance, I left my bicycle and ran towards the driver as he continued to shout, "SHETANI ANANIFWATA". I wanted him to give me his sweater so that I put on as a trouser.

Fortunately , I remembered that my female principal of high school lived around that place so I tip toed to her window then knocked. By the way she was single and with no child.I said, "MS MUTURI, OPEN FOR ME". She woke up then put on the security lights. Being naked, I ran back to my hiding place behind the house. Ms Muturi looked, saw no one and went back to bed. Then I came again at the window and knocked, "MS MUTURI, JUST OPEN, I AM NAKED, DONT PUT ON SECURITY LIGHTS," she screamed and all the neighbors put on their security lights and there I was, so innocent but trapped. They came with canes and belts. Just before they caned me, I realized that it was just a dream and that I was naked and sleep walking in female hostels in Moi University.

[ B.O.B © Copyright 2014 ]

I Will Never Sleep Naked [part.1 - Catching A Night Runner]

I slept naked in my papyrus bed that night after torturing ugali omena (ugali and sardines).

As I slept, I snored with my mouth wide open and mosquitoes would fly into my mouth.  I opened my mouth and otitmach (fire flies) flying towards my mouth and having never seen them, I shouted "THE MOSQUITOES ARE NOW COMING WITH TORCHES." 

I then slept back and at around 12am, the night runner came and threw sand on my mabati roof then I said, leonileo, lazimanimshikemchawihuyu. (Today I must catch this night runner) This guy used to scare me until my tongue could produce bitter saliva than unripe mangoes.

Sometimes he'd throw the sand then I fart. But today I armed myself with a club the size of the buttocks of a momoelephant just waiting to beat a burukenge(monitor lizard) who makes my nights a prison.  I opened the unbolted door slowly then crawled into the banana trees and waited because after throwing the sand, he normally ran away for 5 minutes so that he comes back naked. Then he came and knelt down like a sprinter in olympics. I was so angered but I had to wait for him to start sprinting towards the banana trees then "BANG!" I club him down.  As he knelt he whispered, "onto your marks, set, go". Instead of go, this guy began to jog and whisper, "jang'wechmurritikwodho, murritikwodho (athlete warm up, warm up and fart) and as he jogged rhythmically, he also farted rhythmically, "PRR !PRR !PRR !PRR !PRR !"

I found this so funny and instead of chasing the man, I laughed like Lot's wife who thought that licking sugar was funny and could prevent her from being salt. I laughed and shouted the guys name, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! OMWANDHOOO KARA IN MIIRA !"(Omwandhoits just you who runs around my homestead) Omwandho Bolted faster than Usain as I kept laughing while my rungu cried because it didn't perform its duty in the agreed contract.

[ B.O.B © Copyright 2014, Night Runner Things]