What if?

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        The day before writing this, I had a bad day. Wacha ni rewind kidogo, before I had the bad day, nilikuwa najiwaza nikijiuliza ni wapi nitatoa pesa ya kufanya ma one two three. Kiasi kiasi, around 3 or 4 hapo, in the afternoon, naona simu ikilia. In case you didn't know, zile times uko in the pits of hell, in the dark, struggling to find the way out, ndio simu huwa hailii kabsaa.  I won't lie, simu venye ililia ilinistua kidogo, ju sikuwa na expect any call from anyone, moreso at that time. Ilikuwa a new number, sijawahi lenga kuchukua new number ju huwezi jua who might be trying to reach you with a strangers phone, inaweza kuwa opportunity, inaweza kuwa fahm or Boyz wako yuko kwa ngori, you never know.  Venye nilichukua, nilikuwa nadhani ni vijana wa mulot wamepiga kunijaribu Imani, but I held my tongue, and waited for the person on the other end to speak. “Hello,  naongea na fulani?” I was there wondering huyu ni nani ananijua na simjui, na hi...

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       Leo nimefurahi ajab, one, nimepata email fulani ikanifurahisha mbaya, two, would you believe 100 stories zimedrop on Letstoriesunfold? Nikasema wacha niwaangushie something awesome kama kawaida ju mmekuwa mkifurahia from the very first story ilidrop. 



I know after this drops, one of the two will be happening. Either, nitakuwa najificha ma fans wa Manchester ama Chelsea kunilemea na banters, ama ma fans wa Manchester na Chelsea watakuwa wanajificha ju ya kiburi venye itakuwa elevated ju ya matokeo. 


Nilikuwa nachill tu nikisikiliza Ngoma fulani ya Khaligraph na Nyashinski inaitwa Risk, nikakumbuka kuna someone nilikuwa namtuliza ju kuna pahali aliwekelea pesa, hio organization ikasema iwekelee pesa ya watu Red Bull, pesa za watu ikapata wings ikapepea fwaaa!


Hapo someone's mind ilikuwa inachemka kuchemka ka engine ya Passo, ikiwa imekimbizwa siku mzima, alikuwa haamini what the heck just went down. Nimetoka to take a walk, as I figure out what I am going to cook. Nikiwa natembea kiasi naona a crowd of people up ahead. 


Alafu nduthi mingi zimeparkiwa on the side of the road. Nikajiambia labda ni mtu wa personal car ameguzana na mtu wa nduthi ndio wanaletana juu. I wanted to continue on my way, but I noticed something, ni vipi nduthi za mtaa yote zilikuwa zime gather hapo? 


So curiosity got the better of me, and I was like aaah, let me take a look, see what's going on. I was extra cautious though, I know in those scenarios, they're some people who decide to be fishermen, not of fish or other aquatic creatures that are edible but of things of men, and women.


Mimi kuangalia kumbe ni wanaume wawili wa nduthi wanamenyana, wameamua kupeana heshima using their fists, wanalimana kweli kweli ni kama shamba Transzoia inatayarishwa kupanda mahindi na ngano. 


Funny thing is that the crowd was just there watching, giving the two fighting men some space and it reminded me of an incident where a friend of mine tried to stop a fight, and a fist massaged his jaw with so much love, that he blacked out immediately.


Ever since that day, I have never attempted to separate two fighting parties. I pulled out of the crowd, went on my way after confirming no one had tried lifting anything from my pockets. When I got back, I figured on what I was going to cook and eat. 


As I was waiting for the food to cool, I decided to scroll on social media, then I decided to see if there's something fruitful that has been sent to my email, and that's when I found the particular email that made me smile and be happy like someone's daughter whose love of meat is something else.

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  1. So, tell us more about the email and secondly, achana na Chelsea kabisa!

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