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                        <title>Kitumbua Chaingia Mchanga - Sehemu ya Kwanza</title>
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                        <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jul 2024 14:51:15 +0000</pubDate>
                        <description><![CDATA[The end of high school often marks the beginning of new adventures, and for Mwanamvua, this was no exception. After finishing her final exams at Bidii Secondary School, she was eager to emba...]]></description>
                        <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The end of high school often marks the beginning of new adventures, and for Mwanamvua, this was no exception. After finishing her final exams at Bidii Secondary School, she was eager to embark on a journey she had long anticipated. Walking towards the bus station, she couldn't believe that four years had flown by so quickly. She was filled with a sense of accomplishment and excitement; not only had she completed her KCSE exams, a milestone that none of her five siblings had ever reached, but she was also looking forward to reuniting with her family and her boyfriend, Brayo.<br /><br />Mwanamvua was the youngest in a family of six children, all of whom had dropped out of school before reaching the seventh grade. They were considered uneducated and aimless, often described as blunt knives that couldn’t even cut through soft bread. Her success in school was a monumental achievement for her family, and she was eager to see the pride in her parents' eyes. However, her eagerness to see Brayo, her boyfriend from Sumbawanga, was just as strong, if not stronger.<br /><br />Brayo was a charming and attractive young man who had captured Mwanamvua's heart. His well-built physique and sweet words had won him many admirers among the young women of Sumbawanga. Though money was often scarce for him, Brayo knew how to use his charms to get what he wanted from these women. Mwanamvua had already experienced his sweet talk and was eager for more.<br /><br />Despite the headmaster’s advice to go straight home after the exams, Mwanamvua had other plans. Upon reaching the bus station, she boarded a bus headed to Sumbawanga instead of her hometown of Morogoro. Her mind was filled with questions and uncertainties. Would she find Brayo with another woman? Would he welcome her warmly or harshly? Lost in these thoughts, she didn’t even hear the conductor asking for her fare until he shook her out of her daydreams.<br /><br />By noon, the bus arrived in Sumbawanga. The passengers disembarked slowly, moving in a deliberate and unhurried manner. The air was filled with the aroma of various Swahili dishes, adding to the town's unique charm. Mwanamvua headed straight to the public bathrooms, where she freshened up and changed out of her school uniform into a more flattering outfit. She spent a few minutes applying makeup, transforming herself into a striking young woman who turned heads as she walked down the street.<br /><br />With newfound confidence, she made her way to Brayo’s place. She had visited him twice before and was familiar with the route. As she approached his door, she adjusted her skirt, put on a radiant smile, and knocked gently.<br /><br />Meanwhile, inside the house, Brayo was in the bathroom, unaware of his unexpected visitor. He was not alone; a girl he had picked up from a bar the night before was lying on his bed. Brayo was known for his womanizing ways and often boasted about his escapades. Startled by the knock on the door, he wondered who it could be. Could it be Fatuma? Or Chausiku? His thoughts were interrupted by another knock. He quietly tiptoed to the door and peered through a small hole.<br /><br />To his surprise, it was Mwanamvua. He pinched himself to ensure he wasn’t dreaming. What should he do now? The house he lived in was a ten-room rental with a single entrance that was close to the bathroom. His room was small, divided by a curtain to create a semblance of privacy. Thinking quickly, he lied to Sada, the girl on his bed, telling her that his mother was at the door and she wouldn’t be pleased to see her there. Sada hurriedly dressed and Brayo took her to his friend Mogaka’s room, where she would stay for the time being. Mogaka, a trusted friend, agreed to the arrangement without hesitation.<br /><br />Brayo returned to the door, opened it with a smile, and warmly welcomed Mwanamvua inside. And thus, the first part of her journey concluded, with many more twists and turns to come.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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                        <title>Chombezo - Jamani binamu! (Sehemu ya kwanza)</title>
                        <link>https://mhariri.com/community/hadithi-za-mapenzi/chombezo-jamani-binamu-sehemu-ya-kwanza/</link>
                        <pubDate>Fri, 12 Apr 2024 16:06:25 +0000</pubDate>
                        <description><![CDATA[Ilikuwa mwaka 2008 nilipomaliza kidato cha nne,lakini matokeo yangu hayakuwa mazuri sana kwani sikuweza kupata credit ambazo zingeweza kunipeleka form five ivyo nilibaki nyumbani kusaidia ka...]]></description>
                        <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span>Ilikuwa mwaka 2008 nilipomaliza kidato cha nne,lakini matokeo yangu hayakuwa mazuri sana kwani sikuweza kupata credit ambazo zingeweza kunipeleka form five ivyo nilibaki nyumbani kusaidia kazi za nyumbani kama kwenda shamba kipindi cha kilimo kinapofika.</span></p>
<p><span>Sio siri maisha ya kijijini yalinichosha sana kwani yalinifanya nizeeke mapema sana wakati sikuwa hata na umri mkubwa ndo kwanza nilikuwa na umri wa miaka kumi na tisa,niliyachukia sana maisha hayo pili niliwaonea wivu wezangu waliobahatika kufahulu na kuingia kidato cha tano</span></p>
<p><span>Siku moja nikiwa nyumbani alikuja rafiki yangu mmoja tuliyekuwa nae kijijini ila kwa sasa yeye anaishi jijini Dar es salaam,sio siri alipendeza sana kwani alivaa nguo zilizomuonyesha ametoka mjini,moyoni nilimuonea wivu sana kwani na mimi nilitamani kuwa kama yeye,alinipa michapo mingi sana ya maisha ya Dar es salaam hapo na mimi ndo alinipa mzuka wa kutaka kufika katika jiji hilo ili nikajionee aliyoniambia.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thomas"aliniita mshikaji wangu aliyekuwa anajulikana kwa jina la Anthony</span></p>
<p><span>"naam"niliitika</span></p>
<p><span>"Dar es salaam kuna raha sana,kuna wanawake wazuri,kuna sehemu nyingi sana za kutembelea kama beach,club na nyinginezo pia kuna majumba makubwa na magari ya kila aina"Anthony aliongea kwa msisitizo mkubwa sana</span></p>
<p><span>"Natamani niende ila nyumbani hawawezi kuniruhusu japo nina mjomba wangu anaishi huko"niliongea</span></p>
<p><span>"Kweli wewe endelea kukaa kijijini uchakae na jembe"aliongea kwa kejeli</span></p>
<p><span>Tuliongea mengi sana lakini kichwani nilikuwa nawaza kama na mimi siku moja nitafika jiji la Dar es salaam nikajionee mambo yote niliyohadithiwa na rafiki yangu,alipomaliza kunipigia story zake akaniaga na kuondoka zake huku akiniacha nikimuonea wivu kwa jinsi alivyopendeza.</span></p>
<p><span>Ilipita miezi miwili nikiendelea na shughuli za kilimo kijijini huku nikiwaza ni jinsi gani naweza kuenda Dar es salaam ila nilikuwa naofia kuwaambia wazazi kwani nilikuwa najua watanikatalia.</span></p>
<p><span>Siku moja nikiwa nyumbani tulipata mgeni kutoka Dar es salaam,alikuwa ni mjomba pamoja na shangazi walikuja kututembelea kijijini sio siri nilifurahi kwani nilijua naweza kupata japo nafasi ya kuelekea huko.</span></p>
<p><span>Jioni ilifika tukakusanyika pamoja na kubadilishana mawazo huku nikiwa na shauku la kutaka kujua mengi kuhusu jiji la dar es salaam, kama mjomba alikuwa kwenye mawazo yangu</span></p>
<p><span>"uncle unaonaje tukienda wote Dar es salaam nataka ukawajue ndugu zako?"mjomba alisema</span></p>
<p><span>Nilitamani kuruka ruka kwani nilikuwa nataka kusikia neno kama lile, sikuamini kama mjomba alikuwa kwenye mawazo yangu.</span></p>
<p><span>"Kweli tena atatusaidia mambo mengi sana pale nyumbani kwani shughuli zilikuwa nyingi sana"alisema shangazi.</span></p>
<p><span>"Jamani na kazi za shamba nani atafanya?"aliuliza baba</span></p>
<p><span>Sio siri nilianza kukasirika kwani baba alianza kuleta unoko,ila mjomba akamshawishi baba mpaka akakubali,niliambiwa kesho nijiandae kwaajili ya safari ya kesho kutwa,sio siri nilifurahi sana mpaka usiku huo sikuweza kupata usingizi kwani nilikuwa nasubiri kwa hamu sana safari ya kuenda Dar es salaam</span></p>
<p><span>Asubuhi niliamka na kufanya shughuli za pale nyumbani,nilipomaliza nikaenda kufua nguo zangu ambazo niliziona pamba sana kwa wakati huo,nilipomaliza kufua nikaanza kuzunguka mtaani kuwaaga watu hasa niliokuwa nawafahamu,kichwani nilijihisi fahari sana kwani kuenda Dar es salaam ilikuwa jambo la heri sana kwangu.</span></p>
<p><span>Nilirudi nyumbani ili niweze kujiandaa kwa safari ya kesho yake,nyumbani niliwakuta akina mjomba wamekaa nje wakipiga story nami nikakaa kujumuika nao, tulipiga story mpaka saa tatu,niliwaaga nakwenda kulala ili kesho niamke mapema kwaajili ya safari, lakini sikuweza kulala kwani nilikuwa na kihoro.</span></p>
<p><span>Nilikuja kushtuka usingizini ilikuwa saa kumi na moja nikainuka na kuanza kujiandaa, wakati najiandaa kumbe nao akina mjomba walikuwa wameshaamka na ndo walikuwa wanajiandaa.</span></p>
<p><span>Walipomaliza kujiandaa wakanipitia chumbani kwangu ili tuweze kuondoka,muda wote huo nilikuwa siamini kama naenda Dar es salaam,nilitoka na kuanza kuwaaga wazazi japo ilikuwa ni majonzi kuachana na wazazi wangu lakini ilibidi nifanye ivyo.</span></p>
<p><span>Tulipanda katika gari la mjomba kwani mjomba alikuja na gari lake, mimi nilikaa seat ya nyuma mjomba na shangazi walikaa seat ya mbele huku mjomba akiwa ndo dereva, niliwapungia wazazi mkono kwa ishara ya kuwaaga kwani ndo nilikuwa nakiaga kijiji cha Kwasunga wilaya ya Korogwe mkoani Tanga.</span></p>
<p><span>Mjomba aliwasha gari na kuanza safari ya kuelekea Dar es salaam njiani nilikuwa nashangaa maeneo tuliyokuwa tunapita huku nikifurahia kwani ndo ilikuwa mara yangu ya kwanza kusafiri kwa umbali mrefu.</span></p>
<p><span>Tulitumia muda wa masaa matano mpaka kufika jijini dar es salaam, tulipofika maeneo ya Baruti gari lilikunja mkono wa kulia lilitembea kwa dakika chache mpaka kufika nje ya nyumba moja ya kifahari, mjomba alipiga honi hazikupita dakika nyingi geti likafunguliwa na mtu ambaye nilikuja kujua ndio mlinzi wa nyumba hile.</span></p>
<p><span>Tuliingia ndani ya nyumba hile na kushuka kwenye gari huku nikiwa naishangaa nyumba hile jinsi ilivyokuwa nzuri,ghafla walitoka ndani wasichana wawili ambao wakiwa na sura za tabasamu wakaenda kumkumbatia mjomba na shangazi.</span></p>
<p><span>Niliwaangalia watoto wale na kugundua kwamba walikuwa watoto wa mjomba kwani walifanana sana na shangazi, mmoja alikuwa mrefu kuliko mwenzake japo sio sana kwani walikuwa wanakaribiana,walipomaliza kusalimiana wakanigeukia na kunisalimia huku wakinishika mkono. (Itaendelea katika sehemu ya pili)</span></p>]]></content:encoded>
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