Moral of the Story..... Don't Lie to African Mothers ..they are clever!
Nimesoma hii hadithi imenipa raha sana! Na kunikumbusha utashi wa mama zetu!
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Mom comes to visit her son Njoroge for dinner...who lives with a girl
roommate Wambui...
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how
pretty Njoroge's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a
relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started
to wonder if there was more between Njoroge and his roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom' s thoughts, Njoroge volunteered, " I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Wambui and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Wambui came to Njoroge saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I' ve been unable to find the maize flour. "You don't
suppose she took it, do you? " "Well, I doubt it,but I 'll email her, just
to be sure " So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mother, I 'm not saying that you did take the maize flour from my
house; I 'm not saying that you did not take the maize flour. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for
dinner.
Love,
Njoroge.
Several days later, Njoroge received an email from his Mother which read:
Dear Son, I 'm not saying that you do sleep with Wambui, and I'm not saying
that you do not sleep with Wambui. But the fact remains that if she were
sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the maize flour under her
pillow by now.
Love,
Mum.
Nimesoma hii hadithi imenipa raha sana! Na kunikumbusha utashi wa mama zetu!
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Mom comes to visit her son Njoroge for dinner...who lives with a girl
roommate Wambui...
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how
pretty Njoroge's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a
relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started
to wonder if there was more between Njoroge and his roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom' s thoughts, Njoroge volunteered, " I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Wambui and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Wambui came to Njoroge saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I' ve been unable to find the maize flour. "You don't
suppose she took it, do you? " "Well, I doubt it,but I 'll email her, just
to be sure " So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mother, I 'm not saying that you did take the maize flour from my
house; I 'm not saying that you did not take the maize flour. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for
dinner.
Love,
Njoroge.
Several days later, Njoroge received an email from his Mother which read:
Dear Son, I 'm not saying that you do sleep with Wambui, and I'm not saying
that you do not sleep with Wambui. But the fact remains that if she were
sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the maize flour under her
pillow by now.
Love,
Mum.
