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  People out here are angry, really angry. I know this is no way to start a story, but relax it's heading somewhere, I promise. It's a chilly morning and I'm at a bank waiting for my turn to be served, service yao ilikuwa imeanza kusumbua from Monday, but hey, that's a story for another time. I could feel like I was a bit out of place, you know? because the last time I remember I was in a bank was many years ago, when I was on campus, paying for my fees. Mzazi aliniamia bana, alijua ningepata guts, temptations za kukula fee ingekam, ningejua venye ningeilipa. So where was I?  Oh yes, there is this guy who is seated like 2 or three seats away from me, bigger and older than me from the looks of it, looks like a business man, or in lay man terms jamaa wa madeals. After a few minutes waiting, he starts getting impatient, and frustrated so he starts complaining, why is the service taking so long, can't they go a little faster, and so on and so forth.  I'm seated ther...

  Jana, nilikuwa naskia uzito aisee!  After my team was beaten na banters zikaanza kukuja kukuja kama Kenya's corruption scandals from fans wa other teams wenye walikuwa wamepata a successful hate watch. Ningekuwa mtu wa hasira, nyahunyo ingekuwa acquainted na mgongo za watu kadhaa. I told myself hakuna haja ya kuvurugana na watu, plus kuwa worked up ju ya mpira, most importantly, mpira ya wazungu.  Sahii kuna watu nimemute pale green app hadi my teams next win ndio niwaunmute nikijaribu kuangalia sahii, nitaishiwa pawa ju najua pale ni back to back banters zinaningoja pale ni mzito.  Anyway, it's been a while since I posted a story, so nikasema wacha nitulie nichonge story and it got me down memory lane, there's this saying that old folks( by old folks I mean our parents, uncles, aunties family friends, etc), who used to say, birds of a feather, wakitaka kutetea their point of view in some matters  (Wanted to say a one size fits all,  but was unsure on how...

Continuation from Butwaa Any mlevi reading this knows that hio mkojo ndio ime hold back kuzima ziii. So Liz takes her to a nearby washroom, and when she comes back, her legs seem to have forgotten their function, you know, like holding the body weight and supporting locomotion. Miguu zake ziko jelly jelly. So she just says,  "ebu mnishikilie kiasi"  That, my friends, was the last time I saw her standing. Her eyes shut, her mouth failed the speaking test, and she just fell into our hands. Visiting hours zimeisha, amevaa uniform, tuko in a location civilian hawafai kukuwa. Trouble was brewing like the water we just drank. We tell Liz juu pia yeye ako na uniform aende akuje na help as we try to make her vomit and pour water on her. Waapi!  Liz alienda na simu yake and the clothes we had brought. Mpaka leo 11 years later hajawai rudi. We are there for 30 mins and catch the radar: civilians on government land. A whistle is blown, and close to 40 officers ...