Summary Of James Sinsamala

Villagers at the well where women draw water, in the byways and highways laughed in scorn at her. Her husband when he had gone to collect rent in the city had squandered rental money on a woman. Now his family was suffering, complained Nasimango to her husband.
The conversation broke out after she had just returned from drawing water. The water she brought she wanted to boil for herself for bathing. Because she was ready to travel to the city to hear his story from the tenant’s themselves. Unsuspecting spouse read the Holy Bible sleeping in the fold chair.
Nasimango allowed hearsay to madden her. It could even mess up her marriage if not careful? Didn’t he read that a stupid wife ruin her marriage with her own hands. What had come over her? Didn’t the husband tell her how he had travelled from the city?
James Sinsamala had protested
About two hundred meters from his plot, something clicked in his mind. Had he lost his way? He studied his property. Design assured him that it was his property only that the property was renovated. Soon the tenants came out of their houses smiling. They had teamed up and renovated the houses using money due to him. In the process also they had own used their personal money. They had taken this painful decision after the snake and the scorpion incidence.
Even though he was not one hundred percent of their actions but deep down his heart he knew that the tenants had bailed him out of his idiocy. To account for their actions, they showed him authentic receipts as proof. For him to start collecting another chunk of rent, it would last three months.
All hope of collecting some money was not lost. A timorous knocked greeted Namulangeni. Waiting for her to open his heart pounded in its rib cage. Then a high pitched female voice asked him to come in. Just as his foot stepped in the sitting room, another voice ordered him to sit down on the sofa from the