tame your jealousy

        I was sipping from a glass this sweet red wine, the stuff tasted as good as ever.

If there is one product made in this country that I am really proud of, then it has to be this wine from Dodoma.

Sadly it is being priced out of ordinary folks’ reach making it something for some lucky few.

I was thinking the events that are happening in this country, the Boss got the investigative reports he needed.

Now I thought was the tricky part. Let’s wait and see how he maneuvers through in the months to come.

He will have to dribble like Kibadeni and shoot like Sembuli. Failure to deliver would mean great disaster to all of us. God forbid!

Then there was this Taifa Stars as usual leaving us perplexed on home soil.

Can someone educate me, can’t National teams like ours buy players from somewhere? If that is possible I would suggest we purchase Mr. Trump from fake news team.

Maybe that’s when Taifa Stars will at last make us happy, but above all that vanity assembly sitting there at the nation’s capital doing some unbelievable things. Such ridiculous exploitation can only be compared with some medieval English parliament of the 14th century.

Looking at the bigheadedness of the legislative body I wondered what went so wrong. There was such anger and such jealousy. It was so shocking.

Yes jealousy and anger are at the root of all evil. In the Holy Bible there is a story of how Cain out of envy murdered his brother Abel.

This is just one of the many old tales of how a combination of jealousy and anger can stimulate evil.

However there is another side of the story. They are people who think that anyone telling them of their mistakes or weakness is being jealous of them.

Usually, people with such mentalities do not change easily their crooked ways simply because they believe they are victims of some peoples’ jealous motives.

At the pub this fat there was this heavily built man wearing a kitenge shirt sitting with this new girl at Mama B’splace.

She was quite a beauty to behold; light complexion, a killer smile with a size 8 figure. She walked with a sway that made heads turn each time each time she went to the ladies.

Each time the man ordered for a beer he would tell Mariam to take one also.

“I say, this time Mama B has really got us something.

You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!”

The man kept on showering the girl with praise. He would touch her all over in quite provocative ways.

Occasionally the man would whisper in the girl’s ear and she would burst into fits of laughter and then pushes the man off.

They seemed to be having a wonderful time. Another slim lanky man dress in a checked long sleeve shirt, blue jeans and white tennis shoes was also here drinking alone in a corner.

They seemed to know one another from the way Mariam was responding to his call.

But form the look of things they are not in good terms and this was proved when an argument broke out between the two. The man was heard accusing the girl of wasting his time and being a prostitute.

“Stop interfering with my life. Go and stalk your poor wife. If you really loved me you should have married me when you had that chance,” she barked at him.

“Achana na mimi, wewe!”

Then suddenly the man stood up in an attempt to hit the girl.

The girl challenges him to dare do it!

The slim man, in a spilt of a second picks the bottle he was drinking from and slams it across Mariam’s face.

What followed was chaotic scene and anarchy.

There were those who moved to lynch the man who had attack Mariam, those who went to aid the injured girl and those of us who simply fled for safety.