INJECTION

So on this day i was busy with my life around  my hood, it had rained heavily the previous night so as i was carefully hope, step and jumping i missed a stone which i intended to step on, slipped and sprained my ankle. 

The pain was too much, ooh, ooh ooh  the pain was excruciating thank God my "brakes" are perfect otherwise i would have made a map of i don't where on the blue jeans i had on.

As i was leaning on a wall wondering what to do next my friends come to find out what was happening to me, they decided to take me to a nearby dispensary for medical attention.

Now my Masaibu begun here, on reaching the dispensary i couldn't let the doctor access my injury, the pain was too much, the doctor instructed that i be given an intramuscular injection (butt injection) of a pain killer to help ease my pain so that he can access the extent of my injury. 

I was supported to the nurses station for me to get the injection, reaching there i find its Halima who is the duty nurse. Halima is a girl who many jamaa's in my hood have tried to woo including myself but she has proved to be a hard nut to crack. Halima beauty is flattering, Halima has the right curves at the right places, Halima eyes will make you forget all your troubles, Halima has this hair that i have seen any one else with. When Halima walks only the right places of her body move yaani Halima ni mtoto KIBOKO.

Back to my injection, Halima is here ushering me to a bed behind a curtain, i have been given priority because of the pain i am in. The problem is what i had underneath my jeans (ngotha) though clean had seen life, it was worse than a chainlink with some few strings holding it together. You had to wash it with caution lest you disintegrate it completely.  Yaani had put it on just to console myself myself that i had something on.

I could not let Halima have a glimpse at it, i was sweating profusely not because of the pain i was in but because of the predicament i was in with my ngotha. i decided that i must remove it, id rather face her when i am "Commando" (bila ngotha) than she see that mess. So i asked to be assisted to the washroom and with a lot of pain i removed it and put it in my pocket, i could not just throw it away, it had served me diligently and i had to give a state burial.

My friends going to Halima in Commando worked wonders she saw me as a weired but interesting person, she asked me why i was not putting on a ngotha and i told her that i wanted to get some fresh air. 

This incident made me get close to Halima, we exchanged contacts and yes i  won Halima's heart, she became my girlfriend... The rest is a story for another day...