Finally, I bought mulondo (Mondia whytei)
When you find us chewing on those roots called mulondo, don't think that they are easy to come by. The boy child has suffered. On this particular day, the city is not much crowded, as Sundays always turn out to be. I bumped into the young man selling emilondo, it is my chance to strike. I quickly inquire about the prices. But before we can complete the transaction, a damsel turned into our direction. I snatched the root from the guy, hurled a coin to the young man and dashed off off into a waiting matatu, just around the corner. However, before I could settle in the back seat of the matatu, the young man was right there too. It seems he was following after me. He banged on the window demanding for his money with basic insults being directed toward me. Well, I didn't know that it was a 5 franc Swiss coin that I cast to him in haste. All passengers turned to look at me with judgement written over their faces. "You pay for the man's mulondo; how can you rob him of a m