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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Letstoriesunfold is a place 

where tales, 

Kenyan or of the whole world,

dance and dazzle. 





Close your eyes and imagine, sun-drenched streets buzzing with laughter, vibrant stories swirling all around like dust devils, and everyday moments morphing into something spectacular! 

That's the world of Letstoriesunfold, a platform where narratives unfold like tapestries woven with laughter, wit, and a sprinkle of East African spice. 

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Step aside, superheroes! Here, the magic lies in the mundane. A boda boda driver becomes a knight in shining helmet, a market bargain turns into a treasure hunt, and a steaming cup of chai fuels epic gossip sessions.


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Lake Victoria


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Discover hidden gems.


Find stories that ignite your soul, tickle your funny bone, and leave you yearning for more.

Become a citizen of the story world.

Immerse yourself in the vibrant tapestry of Kenyan life, one laugh, one tear, one delicious word at a time. Letstoriesunfold is more than just a platform; it's a vibrant celebration of Kenyan life, a kaleidoscope of voices weaving stories that shimmer under the African sun. 

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