The Mouthy Mama Mboga

She taps the driver on the shoulder to either reduce the music or get rid of it once and for all. Meg and I look at her in amusement, I mean the music was mind blowing, we almost making the matatu a dance floor, feeling the beat, you know. As usual her complain was solved. She picks numerous phone calls giving gossips, she starts the conversation with 'Bwana asifiwe ....' then gives a sign off, 'but I am not sure, just don't say you heard from me!' Everyone looks at her, faces filled with question marks yet she is not moved, not an inch.
We alight at the same stage, and Meg is holding my hand and I get it. She wants us to run from the the torture. Oh yes, I call it torture, how this woman gets people into slavery by forcing young guys to carry her basket, in the name of, don't be disrespectful, am old, you know.
She actually calls our names loud and clear, as she puts her heavy baskets to our grip. I am almost getting my gun out, that is if I have any, Meg's face is full of folds as she clicks and am thinking the tongue will soon cut off, lol.
She is the Mouthy Mama Mboga!!! Sells vegetables around the corner in the estate. The detective we have, she investigates the men, and passes rumors of cheating to their wives by just noticing conversations.the judge, who knows which house is on fire with marital problems, leave alone knowing the house had fights and giving her customers rumors how there were injuries and casualties. The journalist, Mama Mboga, gives people latest news and reports on teenagers, she tells parents, how their daughters are seen with the opposite gender. Then the next word in town, will be Mama Mboga spreading news on how you are pregnant the minute she notices you've added weight and you wearing baggy clothes.
You should see how she has juicy and captivating intros to her gossips. Clapping of hands, her mouth meeting Mr. nose, hands on her waist all the time,as she shakes her body. She attracts women customers mostly, who sit alongside her, telling scandals and scuttlbutts of all kinds. Where she gets her sources still buffles me.
I hate how she manipulates the minds of women and manages to still keep them as friends. Truth be told I feel like strangling her right now. With all the back fencing she does, all rumors about me being this and that. She'd say you skip classes when you are roaming in the estate. She tells people how rude you are when you fail to be sent for her errands. When you don't answer her endless questions, which seem not to be her business but she minds it anyway,you now considered disrespectful. Like right now we helping her with the baskets and I feel it's not right, as it is, nikuzoeana ! Am thinking, how about I burst her bubble, leave the baskets to the ground and frogmarch her to the elderly home the moment she said, 'I am old, you know.'
Just look at her, how she is ever on the look. The Mouthy Mama Mboga!!!