Diani, Ukunda

Sit down I tell you something about Ukunda. Boss... I was there. Right at the beach. I comfortably sat on the white undisturbed sands. My lithe back sloped towards a tall coconut tree. I whistled. I Nodded my head... I Protracted my eyes from one side to the other. Especially when an exceptional swahili lady passed by. Dang! God had energy when he created Swahili ladies. Its evident from the things you will see after they pas s you by... I suspect they are the reason as to why ships dock with old tycoons from Italy and china... But thats not what I wanted to tell you. No..! Here is the story...

Between the extremes of my busking, I saw a young man. Probably 18. He had a lot of humongous wires that spiraled around his tattooed neck. "Rick-ross calls them bling bling." He also had studs jeweling his ears... and a very buggy trauser with deep holes (or rather pockets). Well, the belt had no essence since the trauser had issues with gravity... I laughed quietly to myself as I watched him do his thing. One hand held a bottle of champagne. The other hand had a big stick of cigar. I was compelled to understand why he could not support his trauser any longer. But be at ease. That's not what I wanted to tell you. No..! Here is the story

This guy was not alone. (Take a glass of water if you can) Hehe... He had a company. A company of an old woman. Probably, dangling betwee n 70 and 78 years... maybe 80... somewhere there. Ahem!
When they sat under some shade and shared the wine the guy had, I almost raised my eyebrows. But I thought she was his grandmother. So I took calm...
When the two exchanged smiles and shared some cigar puffs, still, I almost raised my eyebrows. But then again, I thought she was his grandmother.... I had a mask of question marks printed on my face though...
When the two went ahead and exchanged romantic kisses... Alas! I now raised my eyebrows. And asked myself, "myself, is she his grandmother?" Ok, I calmlessly had to take calm... till when the two removed their attire and got into the water holding hands and looking into each others eyes like a bride and a bridegroom on a wedding day, "with only pants." I felt some shame. I felt like running away. My friend from Nigeria would say "Tufya!"

As I was busy trying to feel ashamed, they kissed again. It was deep this t ime. I gave them a slay look. The way a lady would do if she noticed there is a snail on her shoulder. Yark! You now get the look I had... As I shook my head in labour for breath, another old woman joined me. She sat next to me. The way she wrapped her hands round my waist... no one would think she was my grandmother. I looked at her fingers... eeew! They were almost mutating. They looked as though they have touched a lot of things in this world. I think she thought I was a beach boy waiting for some granny... So that justified why she was at ease sitting next to me. The question she asked me, marked the end of my day at Diani, Ukunda.

I went back to my hotel room. I was disturbed. I clicked my tongue so hard. I asked myself...; "Why did she ask that question...? Why? Why me?" I even went to the mirror and looked at my mirror image. Yawa! I saw nothing that would attract a granny...? Nothing. I don't have huge biceps... my chest is not like that of a tropical guerilla either. No...! There is no way I would attract an old granny... no way..! But I still wonder! why did she ask me that question? There were older tycoons at the same place as well... why me? Even as I took my dinner at the hotel I had booked, I was unsettled. I ate my meal in awe. The waiter caught me talking to myself and wondered! I told her the story and she was like "hmmm people call such women sugar mummies. I don't know why... Maybe their sugar is so high." They really find pleasure in young boys. Ok... I remained silent. Also the waiter. Then the old woman appeared at the hotel like a ghost. A voice in my heart screamed "blood of Jesus!"