Take me back.

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              A couple of months back, nilikuwa nimeenda place fulani shughuli na one of my boyz, Tommy, tulikuwa Whistling Moran I think. Tulifika mapema, tumetulia tunangoja tu clients wafike. I always arrive early for business, a skill I unknowingly picked up from my old man. Tommy alikuwa anataka kushika one or two beers to kill time before clients wafike, lakini nikamsho zii, business first, atashika a couple of beers after tumemalizana na clients.  Tulikuwa tunataka tu kufine tune some details kwa contract fulani tulipata ya kuweka some serious coins in our pockets with the clients ndio tusichomeke. After they arrive, tunaanza kuiron out some details with the clients, it takes a while, going back and forth, and right before I reach my breaking point to snap and maybe flip the table on them like I have see it done in the movies, the clients compromises, and agree to some of the changes we want in the contract.  Satisfied, we bid the clie...

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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