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Waswa

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 In my days of service I had this friend called Waswa. He was way older than me, like 3 years older but tulikua tume enlist na yeye and we found ourselves sharing a barrack cube. Tulikua 4 in 1 cube. One night while we were off duty, he told me why he joined the military. Waswa was in JKUAT, Juja campus, and he was having some sort of entanglement with his schoolmate, a pretty petite lass called Syombua.  Our boy Waswa was the one visiting her because he was in a shared hostel. Waswa’s pretty lass, Syombua, lived in Weiteithie, in a well furnished apartment. Their relationship was like 3 or 4 months old but Waswa had received all sorts of treatment. From slices to the other slices, I know you know, and if you don't, jokes on you.  Kijana in his mind assumed that the lady came from a seriously loaded family. Makosaa. Sasa one Friday Waswa as usual goes for a sleepover knowing atakula vizuri pande zote. They enjoy the night and netflix as usual until they heard, “Fungua hap...

Ahaaa...

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When Julie confirmed that we were good to go for a date, I never could have imagined it could be in a hospital. I glanced at the wall clock, it was fast approaching 7 P.m. The weather was not friendly at all out here and worst of it I never thought of carrying my cardigan and now I was shivering so much that she had to give me her hood.  I was looking lambistic as fuck, all this trouble for just a girl. I had my day mapped out well. Being a weekend I could have gone out with my buddies but then I got a text from my supposedly date that she was finishing up on her shift and I could pick her from work. Julie has been on my radar for quite sometime and she always seemed slippery but now that an opportunity had availed itself,  I thought why not? Little did I know, how things could take a twist. “Is she out yet?” I intercepted a nurse coming from the operating room. She just nodded a big no, went about her own way, and I criss crossed my legs waiting patiently. I could have go...

Scrummy.

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The dread I was feeling at that very point in time, it was nerve wrecking. I was at a crossroad deciding whether I should knock and go in and face the music or call it quits with education. Fate has a cruel sense of humor, and I think it got tired of me dilly dallying so before I got a chance to make a decision, he saw me and called out. “Wewe ndio aisking?” “Ingia.” “Very good.”  “Unasema unataka kukua nani ukiwa mkubwa?” “Neurosurgeon mwalimu.” “Hio iko na letter ngapi za alphabet?” Mr Ogolla was our deputy principal, plus doubling up as the discipline master. His famous Mr Green was a plumbing pipe fitter with cement on the bore and a stroke from that came could give the one unfortunate enough to be on its receiving end a stroke.  Its on good authority that I heard that he once stopped a school strike from happening due to everyone's fear of being the sacrificial monkey to be hanged.  Back to neurologist manenos. Hio siku tulikuwa tunapigiana hekaya pale class na my ma...