Love Has No Expiry Date (Even If Your Knees Expire🤣😂🤣 In the busy streets of Arusha town, people had seen many strange things—goats on boda bodas, preachers wristling dem ons in markets but nothing could prepare them for the drama that was about to unfold outside Mwenge Plaza. An old man named Babu Choka, who looked like he’d fought in vorld var 0ne, was walking hand-in-hand with a curvy, Instagram-level slay queen named Jesca. Her nails were longer than a local government queue, and her jeans were tighter than an economy class seat. People stared. Whispers flew. Then came Mr. Smart Trousers, a well-dressed man with a briefcase and too much concern in his heart. He saw Jesca holding Babu Choka by the arm and instantly decided to become the hero of the day.🤣😅🤣 He rushed over, pulled out a crumpled 1000k TSh note, and said, Hey young lady, why are you mistreating your grandfather like that, Take this money and get a taxi, okay😁😁😁😁 Before Jesca could blink, Babu Choka turned into a wolcano🤣 He flared his nostrils, raised his kane like Thor’s h@mmer, and shouted, THUNB£R will flre your mouth. Who told you I’m her grandfather? So a man can’t walk with his wife in peace anymore🤣🤣🤣🤣😅 The street froze. A tomato vendor dropped her bucket. A boda boda guy swerved into a kiosk. Even birds paused mid-flight. Jesca just blinked, flipped her hair, and whispered, Tell him, baby😅 Babu Choka tightened his grip on Jesca’s waist and walked away with the pride of a lion escorting his queen leaving Mr. Smart Trousers holding his 1000k TSh and his assumptions.😁 Never judge a couple by their wrinkles and curves. Love can be blind, and clearly, it doesn’t wear glasses🤣🤣🤣