Vijana wa Mulot

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Hii Nairobi kuna watu tofauti, for example, there are those that work hard, those who don't, those who wake up to chase the bag, and those who wake up to chase the bag that you have been chasing. 


In the heart of Nairobi, under the shadow of the bustling city, my friend Alan, a tech-savvy software developer with a penchant for pranks and a sharp wit resided. One lazy afternoon, as the sun dipped below the skyline, painting the city in hues of gold and crimson, Alan's phone buzzed to life with an unexpected call.


"Hello, 

tunakupigia kutoka Safaricom Customer care," 


the voice on the other end responded with a confident, almost rehearsed tone. Alan, intrigued yet cautious, decided to play along but with his own twist.


"This call is now being recorded," 


Alan announced, his voice steady, betraying none of his amusement. There was a brief pause, the kind that hangs in the air like a question mark, before the scammer continued, his voice now laced with a hint of desperation.


"Nakuuliza, 

kuma ya bibi yako ni kilo ngapi?" 




Alan nearly choked on his laughter but with all the self control he could master, he managed to keep his composure. The absurdity of the question, juxtaposed against the mundane setting of his medium sized, cluttered apartment, was too much. Yet, he saw an opportunity for the ultimate prank.


"Ah, 

that's an interesting question," 


Alan replied, his tone mock-serious. 


"But you see, 

my wife is not just any woman. 

She's a scientist, 

and 

she's currently working on a project to measure the weight of... 

well, let's say, human peculiarities. 

I'll have her get back to you with precise data."


The scammer, evidently confused but intrigued, mumbled a hesitant response, 


"Okay, 

let her call back then."


Alan, now fully into his role, continued on, 


"Oh, 

one more thing, 

we've added your number to our research database. 

Expect some calls from our team. 

They will need to measure a few things from your end for a comparative analysis."


The call ended abruptly, but Alan's laughter echoed in the room. Then he called me, telling me that he'll swing by. The moment he came by to my place, I could see he could not wait to share this with me, but first, I had to offer him something to sip and to calm him down to get what transpired in detail so that I could craft the perfect story to publish on Letstoriesunfold.


As for the scammer, he learned a valuable lesson: in the digital age, every call can be a stage for unexpected performances, where the script can be flipped in the most entertaining ways. Meanwhile, Alan continued his life in Nairobi, a bit more cautious, but always ready with a laugh and a trick up his sleeve.


I know most of you who will read this will share my sentiments on how Alan cleverly handled the scammer, combined with the humorous narrative he spun around it, was damn impressive.

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