One day I will live in Bondo

I was at the Bondo market the other day... waiting for a friend to come pick me up of course. I will never forget how the aroma of fresh fish mantled the line-up of wooden kiosks along the road to the heart of the market... instant pangs of hunger kept on tormenting my empty stomach with groans and growls. I could feel my dry tongue squriting gulps of saliva to the crust of my intestines... Bondo is one of the most memorable places I've ever gone to...

In the village of Bondo, ladies are very beautiful. They are strong. They have also eaten well. As a matter of fact, all of them have carried a tangible future behind them... a future that makes men want to grab and sell off their pieces of land. They have talents that they really enjoy sitting on... I saw them swaggering their feet across the foot path and remembered the story of river nyando... "How women take a bath at the river as men admire them with hungry eyes on top of tall trees."

Bondo; Bondo is a nice place to visit. Especially the suburbs... There are no gigantic buildings like those in the city, no!The dwellers there live in simple homesteads. Homesteads that have been adorned with nice huts. And maybe a cow or two... They love to play ohangla songs from dawn to dusk. Their main economic activity is fishing. Fish is also their staple food. They believe that eating the head of a fish is the reason as to why they speak good English. With words that come from their nostrils. One day I will live in Bondo