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INSECURE

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                 As I am writing this naskia masikio inakuwa moto ju ya hasira. Self control inashikiliwa na just a thread, nisikute that individual na panga niifanye shwaa shwaa shwaa, ka Samurai Jack. Najua mnashangaa mbona your storyteller amejaa ngori hivi, a certain individual, tuliagree nimpigie ma one two, nikatimiza, sasa kumpigia naskia mteja wa nambari uliyopiga hapatikani kwa sasa!   I'm livid, nashangaa rada hapa ni gani? In my mind, najaribu kuangalia mbona the individual yuko mteja from all perceptives, labda simu imezima, or imepotea, or pahali yuko hakuna network ndio call haingii, lakini the funny thing is there's a voice at the back of my head going hapanaaa! hapanaaa! hapanaa!  Anyway, I give the individual time, perhaps they will get back to me, explain to me why my calls to them were not going through you know? Naenda napiga shughuli mbili tatu, try to keep my mind occupied. Kuna this fear in another part o...

Cloud 9

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Nilikuwa na flashback venye nilijipata kwa hii situation, weeee hata sijui.  Ngoja.., inanirudia pole pole. Ilikuwa weekend na niko kejani, nilikuwa nimejiambia naanza detox ju weeh mwili ingebeat ningeendelea na ile speed ya vinywaji na herbs nilikuwa naipeleka. Series pale kurelax kanyama ka fifty yenye nilichapia msee wa butcher ni ya kutega panya.  😂😂😂  Angejua tu hio panya iko imagined. Plus sembe size yake. Furahia maisha buana. Usiku yangu iko set. Nilikuwa nataka kuweka simu yangu flight mode but kuna transaction ilikuwa ikam through, Safaricom wakue zile za..  sasawa kiongoz. Phone ikalia.. Una dance kidogo simu ikiitana ju niko na ringtone ingine dope. Time umetulia unafanya kitu ndio huwa unatafutwa. Lakini mimi huwa silengi phone call. Utajuaje, naweza kuwa naitwa tender, deal ya dooh ama yakufanya someone’s daughter a curl her toes akisikia fiti. 😉  Nikareceive call.. Alaa.. kumbe ni mali ingine safi hujiita Stephanie. “Souley uko” “niko kwangu...

The storm.. continuation.

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I chilled for a bit with Miranda. She was asking questions like if what I was wearing was what I would wear when meeting Gorge. She laughed, telling me I should head home and that she would come over to my place with an outfit for me. I left Miranda’s place and headed straight home. We were to meet at six pm with Gorge, it was almost two pm, and the way time flies, you blink, two hours have zoomed past.  Mason’s last words before he left were stuck inside my head, and my shaky breath increased with every repeat. “I couldn’t care less about you or  your boyfriend.” I slowly sat in front of the mirror, my mirror, the one thing that scared me the most. One look at my reflection, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I hate you J..,” “I hate you, Jennifer..,” “look at your ugly face” I hit the mirror with my palm over and over again until it cracked. I stared at my face again in the broken mirror and I couldn’t stand it anymore  I hit the mirror with both my hands and by the ti...