Cappuccino

Alot of stuff has been doing there rounds here, but the upper most is the modern civilisation of Nita, well there was another juicy story, but I will keep it maybe till tomorrow. I have to say this fast, outside there wind is blowing itself to madness seems like some sort of rain but from what Gran-ma used to tell me, a rain that wants to pour doesnt shout , it whispers, sometime it doesnt even do that, it just come...spontanoues! That is the word....my english teacher used to like it, she would always say...Be spontanous! You wont miss out on life! Doubt her though.
Well the modernisation of Nita, since she has had everyone's ear in the house listening to her latest rendezvous, she first asked ask what beverage we like. What kind of a damb question is that, as far as i know we take majani or orungi(tea or strong tea), and that Nita knows that if Aunt Nera wakes up feeling religious we take, Soya...it contains no nicotine, so she says, reducing our chances of getting addicted. My foot addiction is one thing, but to use the wrong platform to raise the issue is what I call misuse of intellectual resources. Bak to Nita, she comes in one eveining with all this stuff called Capucchino....then we say we dont know it, then she says Flapochino. Now, I know am limited in alot of things, but I would know from a marathon distance when someone is playing with my mind. Am sure no genius, but that Nita is a s good as any liar, in the village I know. Those words the same, but she insist that one is hot coffee and the other is cold coffee, who in their straight mind would take cold coffee, poor is a way of living back in the village but even I wont take cold orungi, poor or no poor, but its hard to define when Nita is just boasting how different she is from this place we are, and when she is just honest, you just never get it!!!!