IVALI

Ndambuki came home from the kamandìko hungry and slightly tipsy, after dancing vigorously to the Kativùi beat around the lantern and music player, while imbibing on kalùvù. He was however hopeful since he has left his sister Mbeke preparing ngima and nthooko, and was confident that his ration would be placed on the ùtaa, as was usually the case. 
Unbeknown to him, his brother Mbùlìli has come over with his fiance, the voluptuous and spider-shaped Mùkulu, and served her what was to be Ndambuki's dinner. 
Ndambuki groped in the dark with the familiarity of someone who had done this before, his salivary glands beginning to whet in anticipation. Indeed he did feel the warmth of the ìsilia tha had nthooko, and dipped his unwashed hand in just to be sure. He was a little startled that the contents appeared to be much less. Unfetered for now, he knew he could still compensate by eating 'economically' - eating large chunks of ngima after kùnyungiisya to the little mboka. But on reaching the ìsaani that is supposed to have ngima his jaw dropped - it had nothing except a rummaging ant that bit his finger.
Fuming he crossed over to the kasùkùù where Mbeke was sleeping screaming and demanding an explanation. His brother, on hearing the ruckus came out quickly trying to explain what transpired. Ndambuki, with hunger pangs biting hard and now enraged, grabbed an ìvali, his plan to strike his insensitive brother. 
Mbeke and Mùkulu were already out screaming and begging Ndambuki to drop the ìvali.
Mbeke offered to fix something for the famished brother and Ndambuki dropped his brick, retired to his hut to wait...