Makaveli’s woes as greedy wife feeds on chicken and its products in their business

still give some good advice to the like of Makaveli knowing pretty well that the major source of his misery is his meanness and self-centeredness.

However this time round I vowed inwardly that I wouldn’t give my advice and counselling for free. He either waives one month rent or pays my water and electricity bills at the very least.

busy consuming eggs with reckless abandon.

That kind of appetite can kill the business and if truth be told ,the business was almost on its knees.

I told you before that Makaveli is a retired accountant.

In the last couple of weeks, my landlord Makaveli has been a close friend of mine owing to several issues that have been occurring in his life.

I call him friend with some hesitation, since he is neither my enemy because as the owner of the structure that I live in, I have to try my best to cope with his shenanigans or else ship out.

Being a friend to a miser is in fact a very tricky affair.

Makaveli will always come to me for advice when the chips are down, but will never give me any favour in return.

Take the other day for instance. I have been hearing altercations from his house in the dead of the night and I can bet my miserable wages that he has been fighting with his morose wife.

So when he called me out the other day, he was looking downcast, depressed, with a big scar on his forehead.

The latest fight must have been serious as the wife appears to have beaten the living hell out of him.

I could tell from his mood that he was ashamed to talk about his predicament but he still wanted my advice You see it’s hard to advise someone on issues he has not disclosed.

I am neither a marriage counselor nor a motivational speaker but I can

Mark you when he comes to my house, he is under my territory, within his plot anyway.

As I poured tea for him, he kept craning his eyes around the house probably checking for any damages I could have done to his property or any illegal connections and gadgets that drain a lot of power.

I have told him several times that he connects us with token meters so that we can pay for power and use it as we want but he has flatly refused.

He says token meters charge more than ordinary monthly bills, you may think he is the one who will pay our bills.

Anyway, he sipped the tea and after deep reflection opened up.

The whole problem centered around a chicken business he was convinced to start by his wife.

You see the wife loves eating chicken and chicken products so much that she convinced Makaveli to start a similar business

I have been passing close to the business in Mavumbi town but had no idea it was his wife’s brainchild.

Apparently the business had picked up well, mainly dealing with eggs, dressed chicken and chicken parts especially the heads and feet.

However ,the major problem was the rate at which his wife was feeding on the stock, which was counterproductive.

If she was not eating chicken she was

So instead of stocking chicken products that his greedy wife would consume, he decided to venture into day old chicks.

The kienyeji and broiler chicks would be ordered from Nairobi straight to Mavumbi town to Makaveli Kuku Empire.

Sadly the empire is collapsing faster than it came up, reason being the wife has refused to sell day old chicks while on the other hand there are no ready buyers.

In brief that’s what is causing endless fights between my landlord and his morose wife.

I told Makaveli that selling day old chicks is a tricky business.

“You can’t stock day old chicks the way you stock eggs in a shop as these creatures are very delicate. Chances are they may die if not well taken care of, or alternatively, rare them yourself to adult chicken”.

“The problem is that woman in my house. She only knows how to eat, but hardly brings anything on the table” he said almost angrily.

There are limits to which one can intervene when it comes to domestic relationships so I threw in the towel.

“Maybe you should shut down the chicken business altogether and open a hardware store. Start selling roofing nails and barbed wire” I opined lightheartedly.

Makaveli looked at me in the eye and said nothing. That piece of advice had not gone down well with him.