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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Mapenz 2

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For the previous story, 

click here.

Mapenz 1

 

Cleaned up real nice, 

wacha tu! 

Ungeniona ningekukunywa like those thirsty people kwa Ads za Sprite, au kama vampire, wenye sisi huona kwa movies, that is if, wewe ni dame. 



Nikapiga perfume yangu vizuri, when you smell nice, confidence hukuwa mia kwa mia. Mimi huyo, najisikia, ego iko overflowing, naenda hadi stage, nipande mat, niingie tao. 


Nikiwa kwa njia naona venye siku itakuwa tu vibes on vibes with someone's daughter. On the previous day, tulikuwa tume elewana tunapatana saa nne. Nilikuwa hapo by 9, hapo I&M towers. An understocked tuskys, not far away from my position, nikapatana na madam anauza maua akasema 


“si ushukurie mpens hisi mauwa, 

atazipenda”


Nikasema why not? Mimi bazenga niko hapo na maua waiting for the princess Hadija. So ikafika 10 nikasema wacha ningoje kidogo, 11 ikafika nikiwa nimesimama hapo kama mti, najiconsole tu, anakuja, ni jam imemchelewisha. Hapo naona most people wanapita wakiwa two by two kama enzi za Noah time ya kupanda Ark, nashangaa kwani Hadija wangu yuko wapi. 


12 kufika, huyo madam wa maua akauliza kama niko sure anakuja. For a whole 3 hours patiently waiting for her, I was hopeful she would show up. But after that question my heart sank. 


Enyewe words have power. 


From 12 to 1pm, it felt like 3 hrs wasee. It had now dawned on me that my hand was the water less a vase for the flowers. Nikaanza safari ya kurudi kwangu, jua ilikuwa imewaka kuwaka inakaa orange, but venye nilikuwa nasikia, wacha tu. The cold chill down my spine, ilikuwa inafanya natetemeka tu. 


If Uber was there, 

hiyo siku singepanda mat. 


Ladies and gentlemen that was the making of a monster. Hadijah mahali uko shindweee. These moments are those that break a man into unrepairable versions of themselves. Thank God for phones, smart phones in particular. Nikifiria what people do for and when they are in love, naskia kucheka. 


Jamani nimeteseka hii Nairobi. Wacha nimalizie hapo, naskia ni kama machos itatoka yenyewe, at anytime. 

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