Mulondos move out of Kauka
Apr 15, 2005
MULONDO CHILDREN<br><br>The story so far:<br>When friends and neighbours ask for help with their money problems, Mr. Mulondo tells them the family is moving. <br><br>The story continues: <br>“I want to stay here!†Nalu cried.<br>“You can't stay here. I'm leaving this house to my nephew
MULONDO CHILDREN
By Susan Mugizi Kajura
The story so far:
When friends and neighbours ask for help with their money problems, Mr. Mulondo tells them the family is moving.
The story continues:
“I want to stay here!†Nalu cried.
“You can't stay here. I'm leaving this house to my nephew Jethro.†Everyone turned to look at Jethro who almost fell off his chair.
"Yyyou are llleaving the hhouse to mme uuncle " Jethro stammered.
Yes, you will look after it until I find some tenants .This house is better than many houses in Kauka. I am sure I can get some good money".
Muko raised his hand to catch his father's attention.
"Why don't we ask Mzee Peter. He says his own house is leaking. He should rent this one."
"Good thinking son," Mulondo beamed and turned to face Mzee Peter. "How about it friend. Do you want to rent our house. It's better than yours." Mzee Peter shook his head angrily and walked out of the Mulondo house without saying good bye.
He was followed by Hajati, Mama Daphne and the rest of the Mulondo's friends and neighbours.
"Good riddance!" Mr. Mulondo laughed and his nephew got up and slammed the front door shut.
Early the next morning, Jethro and his Rastafarian friends helped the Mulondo's pile their property onto a small pick-up.
"Why are we leaving our chairs and cupboards?" Mrs. Mulondo asked her husband.
"Jethro needs them more than us. We shall buy new ones." Her husband replied. The Mulondo family got into a minibus, which followed the pick-up through the centre of Kauka village.
"Good riddance," Hajati muttered as she watched the family pass from the verandah outside her shop. "The family gets a little money and they no longer know us"
A short while later a pick-up and minibus were spotted racing down the highway towards the city.
Samsoni and Muko hung out of the window as they marvel at the wide paved roads and big houses of their new neighbourhood. The pick-up stopped outside the tall black spikes of an iron-gate.
"Home sweet home!" Mulondo clapped his hands gleefully.
"Where did you get the money to buy such a big house!" Mrs Mulondo exclaimed as they drove up the driveway.
"The lottery," Mulondo replied.
"You won enough to buy this house, a car and new furniture?" His wife cried.
"Of course not, I had to borrow some of it," Mulondo laughed.
By Susan Mugizi Kajura
The story so far:
When friends and neighbours ask for help with their money problems, Mr. Mulondo tells them the family is moving.
The story continues:
“I want to stay here!†Nalu cried.
“You can't stay here. I'm leaving this house to my nephew Jethro.†Everyone turned to look at Jethro who almost fell off his chair.
"Yyyou are llleaving the hhouse to mme uuncle " Jethro stammered.
Yes, you will look after it until I find some tenants .This house is better than many houses in Kauka. I am sure I can get some good money".
Muko raised his hand to catch his father's attention.
"Why don't we ask Mzee Peter. He says his own house is leaking. He should rent this one."
"Good thinking son," Mulondo beamed and turned to face Mzee Peter. "How about it friend. Do you want to rent our house. It's better than yours." Mzee Peter shook his head angrily and walked out of the Mulondo house without saying good bye.
He was followed by Hajati, Mama Daphne and the rest of the Mulondo's friends and neighbours.
"Good riddance!" Mr. Mulondo laughed and his nephew got up and slammed the front door shut.
Early the next morning, Jethro and his Rastafarian friends helped the Mulondo's pile their property onto a small pick-up.
"Why are we leaving our chairs and cupboards?" Mrs. Mulondo asked her husband.
"Jethro needs them more than us. We shall buy new ones." Her husband replied. The Mulondo family got into a minibus, which followed the pick-up through the centre of Kauka village.
"Good riddance," Hajati muttered as she watched the family pass from the verandah outside her shop. "The family gets a little money and they no longer know us"
A short while later a pick-up and minibus were spotted racing down the highway towards the city.
Samsoni and Muko hung out of the window as they marvel at the wide paved roads and big houses of their new neighbourhood. The pick-up stopped outside the tall black spikes of an iron-gate.
"Home sweet home!" Mulondo clapped his hands gleefully.
"Where did you get the money to buy such a big house!" Mrs Mulondo exclaimed as they drove up the driveway.
"The lottery," Mulondo replied.
"You won enough to buy this house, a car and new furniture?" His wife cried.
"Of course not, I had to borrow some of it," Mulondo laughed.