Wow! Tim, see
that nice ass passing, nice baby, see how she is shaking it as she moves, wow,
these women will be the end of us!” Abdalla told Tim as they stood at a bus
stop close to a mosque opposite Kongowea market. It was around 6 pm. Tim had
just closed his second-hand clothes shop and was on his way home. He was too
famished to care about anything else as he had not made any substantial amount
of money that particular day.
