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Continued from..   Death at a funeral I’m no wolverine who could heal quickly from a stab wound so I didn’t want to take my chances with the knife. As the rough and husky man directed me on where to go, I noticed it was like time had stood still, with chaos beautifully painted. I explored my choices on how to get out of this predicament, and boy! They didn’t look at all great, most of them all pointed to one end result, 6ft under. Except one, I was to act a fool. That is what I went with, to buy myself some time to figure how to get out of this ordeal and never have to look over my shoulder or be paranoid when I’m with someone’s daughter wondering, is she the means they have used to get to me?  Ever heard of the Samson and Delilah story? We reach at the car, at the very end of the field. A black Chevy, beautiful with a sleek paint job and design, and the door pops open. “Utleast you idiots have class,” is the last thing I say before I’m roughly shoved in, the rough and husky...

 Yes, it’s a struggle. I have been there; done that but there is always great sunset in the horizon. I know the sweat and the tears it takes to “achieve it” in this primal youth of ours. The youth, in each part of the world, across our vast seven continents, face a multitude of demons in search of their great emergence to the elite society. The craving of success is deep in every single youth out here. What defines the gold from the soil? That’s what am here to elaborate to you today. There is a simple method to rise in the ranks in our community. A great shadow of dim darkness is hovering over our youth today. Think that where they are, they are meant to be there. I have met many, along my adventures around this prestige land of ours and have gazed upon the greatest problem affecting our youth, embracing their comfort zone. They don't realize there is a great abyss of opportunity lacking out there. Most youth don’t know that opportunity doesn’t come out of the sky just to fuel the...

  Continued from here-->>  Miss Anonymous Ju ya kuwa street smart kiasi tu, niliweza kutoka kuwa mgeni wa serikali bila kesi kuwa ngori. Vile natoka though, weeeh! Nanuka, niko mchafu, usingizi, kitu nataka ni kufika tu kejani nioge, nipite kwa mathe nikule, nilale. Nafika hivi ploti, watoto wa jirani wakinicheki wanahepa tu wakilia, kwani nakaa mnyama nini? Wamama wa ploti, najua wameshapata story mpya na mimi, but haidhuru, watabonga kisha watalala. Venye nimeshiba, napiga shower nitoe stench na misuli inyooke kidogo kisha nalala. Nastukia mlango inabishwa, kuangalia saa ni saa kumi na moja jioni. Weeh, nimelala kama maiti za pale Chiromo.😅 Kumbe ni arif yangu Timo, na venye nilikuwa nimejitayarisha na maneno nikidhani ni landlord. 😅😅 Namfungulia mlango aingie, but anaingia akiniuliza nimepotelea wapi, ati amekuwa akinitafuta siku kadhaa.  Nikienda kuona venye nitamjibu, ghafla bin vuu, simu inalia. Kuenda kucheki ni nani anapiga, nastukia ni ule Miss Anonymous...

                       Nikiwasho pahali nilipatana na huyu hamtaamini, the same way sikuamini story alikuwa ananichapia, karibu nimsho heri angekuja na taxin tuchane akinichapia hizo story zake. Alikuwa amekuja kunitembelea nikiwa ndani,  behind bars for a few hours ndio anichapie story nitawachapia in a few.  Ilikuwa a good day, nilikuwa tu nimetoka site kazi, foreman akiwa amenikanja  zangu after koroga kuisha na sijainama lunch hio siku. Nimeingia pale kejani, nikapiga shower, baadaye ka luku kidogo kutokea streets kutafuta rada ya kesho.  Naenda kuvuka hivi barabara, nduthi inapita shwaa! Karibu ipite na mimi. Nikienda kucheki rada ka ni safi kwa barabara ndio nivuke, nacheki someone's daughter ameivaa! Macho zetu na someone's daughter zikakutana, mimi huyo, nimepiga wink, akasmile,  green light ukipewa, unaenda huendi? Confidence iko on, full swing, nikaenda nikajitambulisha, nikamuuliza jina but ...

A creative like me has remembered and is celebrating when the creative child of the said creative was born. I won’t lie or pretend but it surely triggered a memory, a memory of the day I started Letstoriesunfold™.  Nike should just sign me already because their tagline, “Just do it” I ran with it like Omanyala or Kipchoge. I didn't know jack shit on how to go about it. I just had one terrific story. Didn't even have a name for it at the time. I just crafted a site, put the story there, and shared the link. Everyone who read that first production was wowed by it, except for a select few.  In the blink of an eye, I started creating an audience hungry for my crazy stories. From that day, till now I’m thankful, to my audience, to the amazing creatives who have contributed to Letstoriesunfold, appreciation is in order. I have dared, made so many mistakes, and learned a thing or two along the way. The most important thing, however, is how my amazing content interacts, and continues...

Nilikuwa place hustle, kutafuta shillingi nisiiname lunch ka comrades, ama kuwa homeless ju mwenye nyumba ameweka kufuli ingine kubwa ka sex drive ya dame yuko twenty something.  Ilikuwa story zinatembea tu, bila pressure tukiendelea na job yetu, masaa ikisonga mbele tu. Sikumbuki ni part gani exactly kwa hio story ilifanya ni remark, “Kama kuna watu nimetense,” “ni wasee wao hukuwa wametulia tu.” They were like,  Souley wacha kutubeba utoto. Mbona uogope mtu hana makelele ama kisirani? Niliwaelewa wakifikiria na kuuliza hivyo. Nikawachapia incidences kadhaa zenye wasee hawana mambo mingi wamesurprise wasee vi ajab.  Wasione ni ka nawasho story haziko, ka excuses za ule manzi uko nayo akitwekwa na salaried niggas mshahara ya end month wakiwa nayo. Kuna this time, tuko lap mtaa ya Boyz wetu fulani. Wasee fulani wakaamua ni sisi watatutumia kuchase the bag. Kutuibia in layman’s terms. Wamekuja wanatugotea then wako zile za  hizo phone na dooh tuko nazo tuwawahi.  ...

Yesterday, when the night was dark as the skin of our brothers from Sudan, I decided to go riding my beast in order to drown my fucked up rejection because of petty lies to a potential computer scientist about him being the real OG in computer science.  (Man I even told her I was part of the team that almost cyber robbed Equity bank at the start of the year) So later, a my beast is fueled a whole 300 by another lady for the splendid "services" offered by it in an attempt to recollect my ego. Before I continue, let it be known that my wobbly beast rarely receives anything above shillings 70 worth of the precious fossil fuel from our Arabian brothers. So the 300 hundred bob worth of the precious juice had to be reduced to manageable levels, and what better way than a late night ride to drown my loss and to kill the male demon that haunts me whispering to me softly, constantly reminding of the imagination of how great it would have been to split that girl to whom my lies back fi...

I was this close to letting go, saying fuck it, let me do away with Letstoriesunfold. Life was doing me the way Mohammed Ali did to his opponents and life  was like, niwachie huyu tu nimalize yeye. Most of my plans had gone to shit, real quick. Those who could lend me a hand, were rare like virgins in this city of sin and debauchery common in this streets. Something stopped me from making that stupid decision. I don't know if it's fate, luck, what I'm building it's too dope to just be dismissed just like that or all the above. I saw this as I was contemplating to send what I have grown down to the deep dark corners of Hades. This put a brake  to any crazy stupid thoughts I had  about ending Letstoriesunfold.  How would the 10k plus humans who have enjoyed my breathtaking content feel? They would view it as betrayal. Giving me their time, their insights, recommending this blog to other humans, they would see they all they did was in vain, all for nothing. That will be...

Okay, so mimi uyo ndani.  Msee, remand is hell, real hell. It stinks of shit everywhere, guys are dirty, food is rare, and damn, things like toothpaste, tissue and innerwears are a story from another universe I hated the little food and could eat for two days. On the 3rd day, some scrawny looking fool tried to make friends and even offered me some better looking food. I was tempted to take the food, but I am a man and I don't take favours from men. So I simply refused the food. The next day out of hunger, I battled with the half ugali, half uji paste. Hunger is a great motivator I am telling you. in a few seconds I was done and licking fingers as I wondered why they serve so little food in jail.  🤣🤣 However, the rugged fella kept on bringing and offering me meat, good ugali and some bananas. Man! Its not easy being a WOMAN.  If thats how we MEN tempt you with nice stuff, I forgive you for having 7 to 10 boyfriends. Man! This guy even brought me bread, but as I said, I a...

  They won’t let me out They won’t let me out (oh, I’m locked up) They won’t let me out, no They won’t let me out (my nigga, I’m locked up) They won’t let me out They won’t let me out (oh, oh, oh, yeah, I’m locked up) They won’t let me out, no They won’t let me out This part of the song by Akon starts our story adventure for today. As Fabrizio Romano always says,  here we go! There was a time I was the Bruce lee in this cold concrete jungle. I had so much strength, techniques, and moves I could knock down three men in a flash, this was until I messed with the wrong kind. The story starts at Westlands, the year is 2020 - Covid-19 period. I was on my old wobbly motorcycle at my normal corner waiting for some rich girl tuende arboretum, you can guess what people do there especially on a Sunday with a girl whose limited time you've got.  Your guess is as good as mine So I was charged and waiting for her, only this time around, she didn’t come by alone, she came with her broth...

 In my loneliness  I have been thinking about houses Big flat roofs away in an island Big flamboyant tv sets in every room Big kitchen with a huge fridge filled with Beef  Big cars in the parking lot Everyday I pull up  in a different branded buggati Black sun glasses not to bounce off sun's rays But to erase my sadness from people's thoughts when they look into my pupils Big buggy army coat nude chest outside  They will say I am living my life the life What they will never know is... I am hiding  behind someone  who is believed to be me Big payslip Armed to the the tooth  with G bags in a back pack A 'Big' mini bar is my heaven  Whisky Angels keep shouting to me Hallelujah Black KEG on a cylinder  right beside my Big Bed of Roses I would remain drunk  for as long as I live For the soul purpose of escaping reality Vast collection of Poetry anthologies on my library Huge chunks of cash st ashed in my pocket  just incase I need t...

Eeeei! Eeeei!  The memory came to me fresh of how I had done just that, when I looked into the faces of Manchester United fans before the game had even started the way they had beaten their chest with pride and ego that they will win the opening game.  Boy! Were their faces a joy to look at, I kid you not, after being thrashed and handled properly by Brighton, each retreating to one's place sulking and silenced by the first defeat of the season. As I look back to the time I’m about to narrate to you I can’t help but chuckle and smile. At that point in time, I was a young blood, fresh from high school, with a few hairs on my chinny chin, a dashing face, and a ferocious appetite for fun and adventure.  I was all over the place clubbing, hangouts, hiking, etc.  You name it, I was there.  Unfortunately for such activities, it was only a matter of time before the financial well I was drawing into, started to indicate that it’s just a matter of time before it ran comp...

    Later on, after he is brought to court to answer charges brought against him. The prosecutor's have taken their time and argued their case against a man brought before the court on the charges of thoroughly raping two women on his backyard for 3 hours non stop    Judge : I have heard enough from the prosecutors’ side. Now I want to hear the defense of the accused. Accused : Waliniroga niwadinye. Judge : Kindly, narrate to the court, the events that occurred at the time and how it came to be..? Accused : Okay.., Naweza kumbuka hio day vizuri. Nilikuwa nimetoka kuvuna hio siku. Nilikuwa nimechoka kabsaa, kitu tu nilitaka ni kuoga kukula na kulala niamkie the next day kumalizia kuvuna. Judge : Go on, what happened then? Accused : Ju ya venye nilikuwa nimechoka, nililala ka mawe hadi nikaamka suddenly ju ya uchungu. Judge : So what do you think caused this pain?   Accused : Kusema ukweli, sijui, kitu najua ni niliamka tu with my member, Mr Abdall...

 What do they do Those working 8 am to 8 pm Monday to Sunday What do they do  With their free time They drink  They smoke  They indulge in quick fun Coz they know  It's only a few hours to work Having to wash, buy, visit, rest, talk to,  tend to this and that in a span of a few hours No time for dates and flirting games Quick sex No time to boil meat Quick snack They have a lot to say but settle on small chitchat Once believers of dreams Now they are just but slaves of time Have barely two choices in life One is hard to choose The other already chosen for them  Headaches over deadlines Misfits Taking a cold shower trying on different suits  Doesn't make you fresh Only way to forget is to get drunk  Or  lay with someone who won't ask questions This is life for many of us It's how we thrive As long it puts food On other people's tables and  you look hardworking infront of their eyes you are good Time waits for no man Norman's clock ha...

Part 4.. 😁   “Souley..,” “come on don’t be stupid.” “You escaped death by a whisker yesterday,” “And” “you want to go back..?” She looked into my eyes, saw the firm determination in them to go get my things sighed, she then said, “I’ll go get them for you after we eat.” “Okay..?” When she said that, I just turned back, and went back to sit down. Soon the food was ready, and she served us both. The food was delicious, it’s aroma captivating, making my mouth water moments before I even had my first bite.  We ate in silence, each one concentrating seriously on his or her plate. Only when we finished wiping our plates clean of any morsel of food, did I comment that the food was indeed amazing. From her reaction, I saw that the comment had a positive impact. She then asked me the directions to Talia’s place to get my stuff and off she went.  After what seemed like forever, she came back. I can’t piece together what happened up there, but when she came back, ooh boy! She was a...

Oh I am a wreck Everything I touch I break From hearts to promises I always end up with regrets Is it me  or  is there somebody else  living  inside my body? I don’t feel like myself Sometimes  I plan to get up the next morning  go to work But night comes  I can’t sleep  so I don’t come out of this bed  in sunrise  because I feel exhausted  and I can’t relax There comes a time  I don’t even know  what date or time it is I just exist  in the moment  trying to run away from reality This is a 100km race Am sweating and panting profusely  but I don’t see the finish line  after an everlasting race I might lose it already  hope is cascading I might be fading beyond recognition I don’t recognize this man  I have grown to be Am growing less each day of my life  and  I have a son who looks up to me I believe he does  maybe he doesn’t I just can’t contemplate  How do I raise a Son...