MELINA MY LOVE

EPISODE 4&5

*MELINA MY LOVE*

*SEASON TWO*

*EPISODE FOUR*

*AUTHOR: George Haman*

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I slowly opened my eyes and there was a very beautiful young looking lady standing in front of me with a broad smile on her face. It had already fallen dark but there was the moonlight which was already bright, so I could see clearly. I could see that she was wearing a shuka around her waist and had covered her boobs with some palm leaves which were nicely threaded together. In that  village town, very few women knew the use of a brassiere since the community had hidden in the bushes ever since they began living there while the rest of the world was embracing technology and diversity.

"Hello, how may I help you?" I asked.

"Hi, you help me not, me see you sleep in cold, me feel pity." She replied struggling to spell out the little English she knew.

That was when I realized that the community was not only uncivilized, but also majority of them did not understand any other language apart from Swahili; good thing, I was fluent in Swahili.

"Naomba nikupe pa kulala maanake naona wateseka kulala kwenye baridi." The lady said in Swahili.

Her hospitality got me curious since of all the people I had encountered in that town, she was the first to show an act of hospitality. I was reluctant at first to accept her offer but the lady had a convincing innocent smile.

"Naomba nikujue kwanza, waitwa nani?" I asked.

"Naomba msamaha kwa kutojitambulisha kwanza. Mie naitwa Monica, nakaa na dadangu aitwaye Faith." She said as she bowed down.

The lady was so courteous, she even wanted to kneel so as to ask for forgiveness because of not introducing herself first but I grabbed her before she knelt and decided not to disappoint her. I got off my bed of cartons and followed the lady because it would be so rude to turn down her hospitality after all the respect she had shown.

To my surprise, Monica had a twin sister who was so identical to her. Faith was just like her sister; kind, humble and hospitable, besides looking exactly like her physically. She welcomed me warmly and made me a cup of their traditional tea; it was the best tea I had ever tasted. Their house was made of sticks and mud and it was cylindrical in shape with only three rooms; a cooking room, which was also the sitting room and two bedrooms for the two sisters.

The three of us sat around the fire waiting for food to cook so that we could have our supper. Around there, there was nothing like cooking oil so food there was either roasted or boiled. In the cooking area, that's where the goats and sheep spent the night as they waited for the next day to go out and graze.

"Nina swali dada zangu lakini naogopa laeza kuwa la kishenzi." I said.

"Usiogope kuuliza swali kaka kwani kuuliza sio ujinga." Faith replied looking at me with curiosity eyes.

I was curious to know if they had another family or they were just the two of them. After debating with my conscience for a couple of minutes, I finally asked the question and the girls began narrating to me the story behind their lives.