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Nimeona picture kwa meme fulani, ikanipeleka tour down memory lane. Many moons ago, nikiwa primary. Nikitaja ilikuwa how many years ago, mtaniona ka mmoja wa wale wahenga mlikuwa mnaandika kwa kwa insha, ati, wahenga hawakupaka mafuta kwa mgongo wa chupa waliponena... 😅😅😅 Kulikuwa na hii stuff ilikuwa primary, ndio ukuwe unaongea kizungu, ulikuwa unakuwa punished psychologically ukiongea na mother tongue, kiswahili or the language of the streets, sheng. Except siku moja yenye mngekuwa exempted kuongea whichever language you fancy. Mental punishment depended on which time era you were in. For yours truly, ilikuwa kuvaa bling bling ya mfupa ingine kubwa. Yours truly, hajaanza kupiga story sahii, like B.I.G. nilikuwa notorious but upande wa kuongea. Hakuna siku nikiwahi kosa kwa list ya noisemakers, na siku sikuwa nimeongea labda nilikuwa mgonjwa. Most people walikuwa wana detest kuvaa hio bling bling, ju ya aibu ilikuwa associated with it, so msee alikuwa anakuwekea mtego, uongee tu l...

 By the time you will be reading this, valentine's could be in the distant past. That day could ignite so many possibilities, a new born nine months later, a heartbreak, death, sadness, happiness a new discovery or confirmation. If I told you I had plans for valentine's I would be lying. A couple of daughters of Eve had tried to find out my plans for that day by asking slyly by making comments like this, and more “Najua tu..” “huyo mamaa wako, ” “si umempangia mazuri” I kept my face unreadable like a guy who was playing poker and they were left in the mystery just like it's supposed to be. Monday didn't start so well but the ending was better than I hoped. I received a connection to go discuss how we may go about hyping and promoting a certain brand.  I'm excited, because I know this gig will connect to another and another and it will be this wonderful experience of enjoying the fruits of using the road not taken. Early the next day, which happens to be valentine...