Cold one 2

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               There was a rustle inside. The water had stopped. She opened the bathroom door slightly, peeking out.  “What do you mean?” I looked her in the eyes, and this time, my expression was different. The shadows under the bulb gave my face a subtle weight, like the memory I was about to share had never quite let me go. “The last time kuwa na water heater,    design ilinilima ka ghasia venye nilienda kuzima maji after nimemaliza ku shower nilijipanguza maji nikalala the whole day ju ya kuboeka.” Her hand gripped the doorframe tighter. I chuckled, but it was dry, not amused — grateful. The bathroom door opened fully now. She stood wrapped in a towel, her expression unreadable but softened. “Souley,” she said, voice quieter now,  “why didn’t you just tell me that from the start?” I smiled faintly, stepping to her.  “Some scars don’t talk, unless,  someone listens long enough.” She leaned against the doorframe, th...
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The undertaker.

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I have told lots of stories, and I have heard lot's of stories over the years, but none could prepare me for this story I am about to tell you. 

First I'll have to ask you, 

which is most bizarre job or contact, 

you have ever done,

for money?

To most people, I am the guy who has been in some crazy hustles, but compared to my guy, Kinyanjui, that is just a tiny handful of some sand to a whole beach. I don't think there's a hustle in this world that Kinyanjui hasn't been to. 

If it isn't washing old people's bums, he's out there brokering property, trading stocks, professional mourner, eating contests, extras in Kenyan movies, in corporate tenders, let me pause it at that because the list is quite endless.

We were chilling one lovely Saturday, as you well might know Saturday is for the boys. Banters against who's team was thrashed and is likely to be thrashed on the weekend, then the conversation shifted to crazy shit people have done, guess who was at the centre of the entire conversation? Kinyanjui! 

One of my buddies, Bruno, in between the fits of laughter asked Kinyanjui, 

“Is there anything in this world, 

you haven't done?”


 That's when Kinyanjui casually said that at some point he has even worked at a mortuary, receiving, preparing and dispatching the dead bodies for burial. Immediately he said that, we were left, intrigued and much as we knew Kinyanjui was up for any job that he got a few coins, this came as a shock to us, plus the way he casually said it, like someone saying, 

“huwa napika mandazi.”

There were a few questions after he said that, like how did he land the job, has something peculiar happened while he was on the job, did the job change his perceptive in life, how did he handle bereaved family and friends? 

He held his hand up, to signal to us, to put a pause on the questions for a bit, because what he just said caused him to open up a whole Pandora's box of questions. There was uneasy silence, followed by each one of us sipping some whiskey or gin or whatever the person preferred, plus making himself comfortable in order not to miss anything that Kinyanjui was going to say.

He leaned forward, and asked us, 

“do really want to know?”

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