Base ya Wazito
It doesn’t matter which direction you are coming from, once you get to the junction on Kangawa road you cannot fail to see us by the roadside. If not by the huge sign post that we put up the other day written ‘Base ya Wazito’, then you will notice us by our loud mouths.
I came up with the idea for the sign post, and I painted it with a little help from Kamaa. I am also the funniest in the group. Walai. Me, when I start talking I send all the other guys to the floor: rolling with laughter. I will tell you some of my best jokes later. If everything goes well, and our old man gives us our shares of the shamba, I will sell mine and move to the city to become a comedian.
Anyway, the reason I am talking to you is because no one has seen Kamaa for the last three days. Is it three or four even? In fact, we would not have noticed his absence were it not for Wa Kiarie. This woman who has left her shop to come and yell at us. I don’t know where she gets the strength to yell like this everyday. Calling us names like idle bastards and drunkards and everything.
Why does is bother her when we sit here and drink a little something and think about our future? If Kamaa was here he would not take it. Kama has fire on his tongue.He stops Wa Kiarie before she disturbs our peace for too long. That is why we are looking for him. To stop this mad woman.
Have you see him?
