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By the way, nishawahi pendwa na wazimu wasee . Not toxic like how some of your partners in some of your relationships are, just somebody's daughter who was mentally ill. Tulieni niwapee story how it all went down. I was coming from Murang'a , nilikuwa nimetoka huko kupiga shughuli mbili tatu, as you know kwa gari kuna wale watu hubebwa mid journey, so sisi hao, tuko Kenol , gari imesimama watu kadhaa wakashuka, conductor yuko nje anaita watu wengine waiingie kwa gari to fill the empty seats.  I have my awesome earphones on, nasikia kuna fracas outside but I mind my shit so I ignore it, ju the last time niliona mtu ameleta kiherehere kwa shughuli haikuwa yake, alistukia amepigwa Kofi , mate ikatoka na curve kama shot ya Messi in his prime. Suddenly, I look up, and a fine gal catches the edge of my sight, eye contact kiasi between me and her and she smiles.  Damn a fine gal like this one? Thank you God! I remove my earphones so I can see her well. I songa songa as she comes an...

Lazma ufeel

             The lights of the city flickered like the glow of a restless soul, neon colors bouncing off wet pavement. The night was alive, pulsing like the heartbeat of a hustler who knew the streets too well. Up in this urban jungle, things moved fast, you either kept up or got swallowed whole.

I pulled up to the spot I had told my boys earlier. I was always the plug, the one with the moves, the finesse, and the game. The air outside the club buzzed with anticipation. The bouncers recognized me right away. I was the kind of guy who owned every step he took. 



I watched some newbie being stopped at the entrance by the bouncers, his confidence crumbling with each passing second because of all the stares he was getting from the people who passed him.


 Nikistep into the club, mi ndio stero,

We ukistep in the club wakufreeze 

tho you see everyone else going in, 

lazma ufeel.



It's like the lyrics were describing that exact moment. The music thumped through the speakers like a heartbeat, relentless and heavy, driving itself deep, everywhere. I smiled to myself, and did a quick scan around the club while I walked over to where my boyz were seated. 


That’s when I saw her. She was leaning against the bar, sipping from her glass something red and deadly, eyes scanning the room like she already knew who she wanted. My breath hitched for a moment. 


This girl was not like the others.




There was something dangerous in the way she smiled, a sharpness hidden beneath her soft lips. She was draped in designer from head to toe, every detail deliberate, not because she needed to flaunt, but because she could. The kind of elegance that warned you not to mistake her beauty for softness. The kind of elegance that warned you not to mistake her beauty for softness. 

You knew, the moment she let those layers fall away, she’d still leave you breathless.


Huwa anavalia ma designer 

ma Gucci 

ndio akikuvulia ki design abaki uchi, 

Lazma ufeel 


The song played while I matched my steps with the bass from the speakers moving towards her. As I got closer, she turned, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. She was not surprised to see me. She was expecting it, and seemed like she had been setting this trap all night. 

I didn’t mind getting caught, some games are worth playing.



This piece is inspired by 

Lazma Ufeel

By 

Davie Karr.



 

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