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“Crying
relieves my heart!” Sabrina replied in a tone that caused anyone near her to
turn to her. She dried her tears with a palm and then concentrates in breast
feeding her baby as if nothing has happened.”
Continued…
“Your face
seems familiar to me. Do you know me?” a passenger, next to Sabrina asked her
with his eyes on a baby. He was a short, black man in his forties, with black
moustache.
“You used to
hang with your friends in a ghetto near my house, Tandale kwa Tumbo. Is that
not you?”
Sabrina was
caught in a surprise, it was true that she used to hang with her fellow bar
maids in Tandale, but it was only for short moment before she decided to move
on with different life approach.
Memories of
serving drunkard and stubborn local people of Tandale, in a local bar where he
was employed as a cheap labor flashed her mind, it reminds her something she
never wished to remember.
“I don’t
know what you are talking about, old man,” Sabrina replied aggressively, she
didn’t that man to continue with that topic, other passengers who was
concentrating on the dialogue, remain silent, everyone thinking of Sabrina in
his/her own way.
Something
was not right in the life of that young girl, and her face could tell more than
a sad story!
“Kwa Tumbo
wa kushukaaa!”daladala conducted shouted while the vehicle was in a speed race,
trying to overtake another daladala, going the same route.
“Shushaaa,”
Sabrina replied while trying to stand up with her baby in a chest. She also
picked up her luggage of vegetables and penetrated in her way to the
passenger’s door. The vehicle stopped, with a help from a bus conductor,
Sabrina came out.
“She was
just a harlot, selling her body out there and now karma is hunting her,” that
man who sat next to Sabrina, started a story in a high voice which was well
heard by Sabrina.
There was
two sides, the first group supporting what that man and the next group, led by
that woman who let Sabrina and her its baby sit in her own sit, critically
arguing to a story teller. A bus continued with her journey, passengers arguing
each other in a loud voice.
“Ooh my God,
I never sold my body, I was just a bar tender but never a harlot, why judging
me?” Sabrina cried out loudly, everyone in a bus stand was shocked but her
cries.
“What wrong
with you little girl!” a hairy man dressed in a khaki trousers and a white
shirt, asked Sabrina with sympathy.
“The other
old guy has insulted me,” Sabrina replied, tears in all over her face.
“Very sorry!
Your baby is crying, can you breast feed her, let me carry a luggage for you!”
“Ooh! Thank
you so much, just leave it I will carry on my own,” Sabrina replied while
drying her tears. She sat on top of the luggage and start to breast feed her
baby. She cared less about the crowd in the bus stand.
Her eyes was
red, she used to cry now and then, life seems to her as unbearable burden, the
only thing which made her happy, was her baby.
“You must
grow up and I hope one day you will dry my tears, the world has become so cruel
to me but I believe this too will end,” Sabrina whispered while breastfeeding
her baby.
“Can we know
each other please! For good sake,” it was a voice of that man in khaki trousers
and white shirt.
“I’m
Sabrina!”
“Nice to
know you! I’m Godfrey Pazi, I live in a nearby street.”
“Nice to
know you, what do you do to earn your living?”
“Selling
vegetables!”
“Ooh, that’s
good. Where do you live?”
“Ah! Ooh, it
doesn’t matter, thank you,” Sabrina replied while standing up, she tight her
baby well in her back and tried to pull her luggage but before she made it,
that man did it for her.
“Please let
me help you,” he said while putting a luggage on his shoulder, Sabrina looked
him into his eyes, he did the same and for few seconds, they were looking each
other tentatively.
To be
continued.
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