A guy goes to a mrogi to get a girl, and gets her forever

Cinderella, from the cyber in the esto, scowled at Georgie. It was a spirit trampling scowl that withered his soul.

“Wewe msee unakaa kama matako ya nyani, unanifuata fuata hapa na hata huwezi kusiskia nikikuambia sikutaki. Ai!!!!! Potea!!!!” She said. His heart morphed. She had said this at the top of her voice in front of everybody present. It was lunch time, and the cyber was full. A cold sweat pooled at the top of his lip and froze. He didn’t dare look behind him.

You could have heard a pin drop, before in the next moment, an eruption of laughter that sent him flying out of the cyber. Bitter tears in his eyes, Georgie hid his face and ran home.

How could she do that?! He was humiliated!!! He had loved her at first sight and couldn’t get her out of his head. It’s true that he probably came on a little strong, but he couldn’t stay away. And besides, it wasn’t as it she had cut him off decisively. He had already spent a lot of money on her on things like lunch and her regular visits to gikomba.

How many times had she called him giggling and asking for kakitu to have lunch with her friends??!! ‘As if hajui mimi ni hustler..!’ It must be the owner of that harrier with the tinted windows. Slay queen amepata sugar daddy, na sasa the rest of us are garbage. But his heart!!!! He sobbed like a little girl. Now he couldn’t show his face around that area for a while.

After a few days of seclusion, he was driven out of his house by a craving for chips. He left in the evening as the dark was coming in and as he walked out to the chipo joint, he relived the shame he felt. By this point he was past the grief stage and was just bitterly angry. And as it cosmic powers aligned to rub salt in his wound, he passed by the cyber in time to see her get into that harrier. Hata njaa ya chipo iliisha.

As he turned to go home, he grabbed the attention of some of the cyber regulars who were standing outside. They had no mercy as they blatantly pointed him out and snickered. That was it!!! He was going to get revenge. He had been intending to let it go, but now he was resolved to get back at her, but how? He wasn’t hot, OR rich…

Pondering this, he lost track of his surroundings and walked straight into a pole.

Bang!… He clutched his nose and mouth and sore to all that was unholy. That muthaf****** hurt!!!! Tears of impotent anger filled his eyes and he sobbed quietly in frustration, not caring who saw him now. Thankfully it was getting dark and because he looked down most people couldn’t see his tears. Infact, as he was some shady guy in a hood making crying noises under a streetlight in the dark, they steared clear of him.

When he finally calmed down and looked at the pole he saw the thing that changed his life. A poster for Mganga kutoka Tanzania. Okay, okay…He knew this was absurd. He didn’t believe in this stuff usually. But if this stuff was legit, it would be the best way to get back at that B****. It was an epiphany!

He ripped the shady poster off the pole and went home still hurting in the mouth and lips. ‘Dammit!’ he swore under his breath. They were definitely going to swell. The next day, looking like a clown with his swollen nose and fat lips, he walked around in the scary shanty populated area in the backend of the esto named in the flier and asked a few people he thought were going to mug him for sure. Thankfully he was able to buy their cooperation with a couple of finjes.

It was a secluded shack in a thicket with surprisingly, more activity than he expected. He watched a middle-aged lady walk out and immediately, one of the people outside go inside and thought:

‘Okay, either there are a lot more gullible people on this planet than I thought, or this guy is legit.’ He lined up outside and fiddled with the 1500 bob in his pocket as he waited his turn. Hopefully his mom wouldn’t miss the cash.

Sitting in the musky room in front of the glowing embers of a firewood pit, he waited for the witch doctor to stop mumbling gibberish and talk to him. When he finally looked at him, he had small and beady, and incredibly intense eyes. The wrinkly old man gave him a slow once over and smirked, as if he could read his life story off of his thin lanky frame. Unnerved, he just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, but when he opened his mouth to speak, the old man cut him off with a raised hand.

“Huyu msichana utampata, lakini utaweza kweli na gharama?” He asked, a curious mocking glint, sparking in his eyes. Georgie broke out in a cold sweat… How did this man know this?  He wanted to ask, but his voice wouldn’t come out, his throat felt constricted. But seeing this expression, the old man cackled quietly.

“Usiwe na shaka bana. Marafiki zangu, wasioonekana wanakujua wewe, vizuri sana. Unachotaka utakipata. Ni kazi rahisi. Lakini, ukiharibu muelekezo, utajuta.” He spoke, almost friendly. Georgie’s eyes widened and looked around in alarm. The man continued without stopping.

“Nenda ukaniletee chupi yake, huyu binti unayemtaka. Halafu ntakupa dawa.” He said. Blankly, Georgie got up to leave, but felt a force hold him back by the collar. Terrified, he turned to the mrogi, who proceeded to hold his hand up and rub his thumb forefingers together…. The money! Georgie quickly paid up and ran.

Two weeks later, the stalker turned panty thief returned with a pair of pink nickers. He was really gonna do this. He was excited and terrified at the same time. This geezer was legit. That meant he could really make Cinderella his b****, then dump her like garbage in front of everyone, like she did him. He would humiliate her and then refuse to take her back. And she would definitely try to get back with him because he wouldn’t break the love potion spell. She would pine after him for the rest of her life and never know why.

‘Heheh.’ He cackled. He left that place with a small grimy bag he refused to look in with the instructions to bury it somewhere she passed every day, for maximum effectiveness. And he knew just the place. That same night, like some night runner, he grabbed a shovel from his dad’s workshop and proceeded to run through the esto to the cyber. Making sure he was alone, he pulled up one of the loose slabs and proceeded to bury it under. He replaced the slab and left, satisfied.

The next day, he wore his best outfit and walked out with a purpose, trying his best to look as nonchalant as possible. He confidently wore a smug look as he stepped over the threshold back into that cursed place. The moment he did, a pin drop silence akin to the one that was there when he was last there hung in the air. But for an entirely different reason.  Cinderella, had, the moment he stepped through the door, thrown herself at him and was kissing him profusely.

“Aki Georgie, Nimekumiss. Aki sijakuona in so long….Ulienda wapi…?” She said in a needy voice. All jaws were on the floor. He had expected it, but he still couldn’t believe it somehow. It worked. He reveled in her shameless attentions, letting her properly make a spectacle of herself before, satisfactorily, with s smug smile, shoving her with force away from him. She tumbled to the ground and looked up at him in hurt. Some of the guys around there got up defensively in protest. His smile, now a scowl, he proceeded to speak.

“You cheap slut. Unafikiria after what u did I’ll take you back….ha! Aki Malaya hawana aibu. Pliz, staki maSTD. I can’t be seen with the likes of you. So please, get a clue you bitch na upelekee mtu mwingine hizo manyege zako…” He said with venom, before giving her a once over. He promptly turned away after this and left feeling soooo satisfied. This was so worth the 5k he had borrowed from his older working brother.

However, he underestimated the strength of this potion because, she followed him… All day. It was amusing at first, but after 3 days of it, it became too much.  And worse, everyone was whispering about him using juju and honestly he was getting nervous and uncomfortable. He had had enough.  Hw made up his mind to do this as he dodged her for the third time today and hurriedly crossed the road. Cinderella, senseless, ran after him the moment she caught sight of him not looking both ways.

It was a grizzly accident. A month after it happened, she was dead and buried and everywhere he went, people whispered. He couldn’t get away from it. The accusing eyes, even in his own home. A few times, his church going mom had tried asking him about it but he had just clammed up and resisted. But the cake, was about 3 weeks after she was buried. He woke up to the feeling of someone holding him from behind. The arms were ice cold.

“Georgie….Aki Georgie…umenisahau tayari….Sitakubali unisahau.” She said. His blood turned cold. He couldn’t make a sound. He ran back to that mrogi immediately. He only laughed.

“Nilikuambia ulipoingia hapa mara ya kwanza uchunge.  Kuna njia moja tu, ya kumtoa huyo pepo. Lazima uzikwe siku tatu chini ya mgomba wa ndizi. Utaweza kweli?” He askec. At this, Georgie Blanched.

Of course, not! … He couldn’t do it! He wanted to cry, but even if he did, there was no way around this. It had been three weeks since being told this. He hadn’t had a single night’s rest and he was losing his mind. His parents were worried; the neighborhood people were ostracizing his whole family as a family of witches. If it had been in the village, they’d all have been lynched, and as night fell yet again, Georgie faced the prospect of another night with that ghost. He chewed his fingernails raw as he worked up the nerve to use the noose he had fashioned the week before. The moment he heard her croaky voice again he decided.

The next morning, he was found hanging…