a female dog
or a malicious, unpleasant, selfish person, especially a woman.
Long time ago, before my baby sister was born, we celebrated the holidays. the holidays were awesome, there was feasting,
literal sense of the word, feasting. there was so much food we puked, now i believe i can not puke for any other reason other
than intoxicants. we traveled to my grandmas place almost 2 travel days. everyone made an effort. the gathering was
insane, even those exotic cousins from the states came and made it more interesting with there English. i loved it.
during these times the dog and its puppies enjoyed as much as we did. the dog was part of the family. we did everything together,
i mean she was even included in the family photos:
on the eve of the holidays, nyama choma was in plenty: kuku ngombe mbuzi etcetra etcetra. in this case there was meat
everyday, every course included bits of meat in it, even breakfast. maybe i went too far, breakfast was normal, no meat.
The dog, the mother of next generation puppies, was always around. she was playful, always wagging her tail running from one
corner to another with her puppies and the children(us, we were pretty small too) following her. she was charming, she
identified us from strangers, she could not bring herself to bark at us only play, sometimes she could roll over and her
eyes begged us to tease her. i did, she loved it.
Grandma noticed this and even grew fonder of the bitch. she served her food on plates at the same time with us. we even sat
together during meal times, i personally enjoyed as she ravished with delight on the meat and bones. i loved everything
about the dog.
The holiday aftermath. people slowly started back to their homes. my exotic cousins and co. made their way back to their fancy
estates. the atmosphere was filled with emotional farewells, acceptable at that time, @children. but on one particular
holiday something bizarre happened, on the darkest hour of the night there was fracas at the chicken coops,
pardon my english. it happened the next evening and the next. Grandma got mad and asked our dads how the fuck they could
sleep through a wild cat attack. so the next evening all the men plus the boys armed themselves with simple shamba
tools, panga, simi even slasher and sticks. we waited for hours in the unbelievable cold our teeth clattering against each other
and all that bag of nonsense that come along with the cold. we were almost giving up when we had slow steps from a
bush. then we saw our dog, dad was about to whistle to it when we realized it was heading towards the chicken coops.
that Bitch! we gave her food for over 5 days, consecutively, and that was how it repaid grandma? we waited until it got in
and as it was choosing the fat one we all sprung with our weapons.(it was confusing at first, because it was random and
simultaneous) i could have sworn the bitch had gone to a stealth school because how it evaded us in precision i don't
believe a beast could be that intelligent. it ran away and that was the end of it. i never saw the bitch again. Now now
Children, i know you relate this story to many experiences, only not with a dog.