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On another episode of: things that never happened, or did they? Saturday or Sunday, many many many moons ago. I used to go to the bafu na towel pekee always wondering how women always walked around in skirts. So after showering it was free mode mpaka kejani. Kwa buloti, it was a communal bathroom so you had to carry your bucket. Na ukipata mtu yuko ndani, unapanga laini. On this particular day nilikuwa nimechemsha maji niko ready kuingia kwa bafu, jirani beat me to the bathroom by seconds. I left my bucket full of warm water hapo nikiwa frustrated then nikaingia kejani kutime akitoka, naruka ndani. Asubuhi gets chilly so you can't just hang around there waiting ukiwa kifua iko nje, umejifunga towel pekee. Akamaliza nikaskia mlango yake imefunga, nikakimbia bafu fasta fasta maji yangu isipoe, ingepoa ingekuwa balaa. Kumbe she was not yet done, alikua ameacha karai yake na maji hapo ndani arudi kuosha kifuniko. Mimi naye nokatoa hio basin nje nikaingia kwa bafu, this is not ...

Mapenzi crazy!

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 and sits next to me. The journey starts and I start beating her stories of giants and making her giggle. She has a beautiful smile and nice looking thighs. She goes ahead and tells me that her name Yvonne, but she really likes to be called Ivy


As I was telling her stories, she somehow found a way to interweave my hand with hers. We are there, holding hands like we have known each other for decades and she lays her head on my shoulder and it feels so awesome. Time flies ile time maisha haikuoneshi shege, kiasi kiasi naona tunakaribia Nairobi, tushapita survey we are heading to Guru Nanak. Hapo nyuma nikaskia,


“tuweke hapo Mathare, 

kwa hosi”


I was like, wait a minute, kwani, kwa hii mat tuko na machizi na sijui? Wacha tufike alafu the person mwenye anafaa atolewe ni the gal naona ni kama ni my rib ju design tumebond from Kenol, eeei! Kuangalia nje, naona two very strong uncles wako hapo stage bana, waiting. 


I have never seen a woman, that strong, in my life before, venye alikuwa amenikwamilia akiniita, 




“Baabeee…

Please don't let them take me away!”


Weeeh, karibu tung'oe viti za wenyewe. So I come to learn afterwards that, ile fracas ilikuwa ni yeye hakuwa anataka kupanda kwa gari, but seeing kijana handsome she agreed to, alikuwa great na ametulia  nikimpigia story. No way would I have imagined that she's mentally ill. Nilifika tao na trauma, na torn jacket na venye nilikuwa nishaanza ku picture vile watoi wangu watakuwa bana.

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