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   Having friends is great, having stupid friends is better  having diabolical friends? even crazier.                Today I will beat for you hekaya of one of my many bad choices. So Kenya Prisons training takes nine months and there is a mid training visiting and the final graduation known as pass out where the prezo or their mkubwa comes to make lies for promises.  I have a friend called Daudi, who has a girlfriend called Abby, she was the one graduating. Abby has a best friend, Salma, Daudi has a cousin, Daniel, then kuna yours truly. Abby invited Daudi, and Salma. Daudi goes ahead and invites yours truly and Dan. We contacted and met Daudi in tao. We are to meet Salma since hatujuani twende pamoja. My main role in this visit was to prevent the boy from throwing himself in the road and connect to Sayuni, that is if apate serekali imebadilishwa, if you get what I mean. Also to suggest good poisons(liquor), in case things get...

Take me back.

              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 clients goodbye as we are left there deliberating the next steps. Tommy beckons the waiter, orders a KO infused with Mukombero and a Sprite for me. One is I was the one behind the wheel that day, two, I don't drink anymore ilinichosha tu, three the last time tuliaminia someone drunk akuwe behind the wheel, kidogo tujipate in the belly of the Rift Valley mkikaribishwa Sayuni. 


Drinks zinafika, tuko hapo tukisip sip tukiongea about life and shit and venye hii contract iko almost at our grasp. 




Tommy laughs, naumuuliza what's up, then he decides to show me a pic, and I just find myself saying out loud, 


“Ayayaa!

Hii pic umepatana nayo wapi?”


Pic ni someone's daughter na mimi. Naona venye alikuwa mrembo na design nilikuwa nimempenda mbaya. Nacheka alafu naambia Boyz wangu venye nilikuwa nimepanga future na someone's daughter, many many moons ago, way before life inipige uppercut ya reality haamini. I don't blame him though, hio ilikuwa before mapenzi inioneshe shege, na nikuambie never again! 


(Story for another day.) 


Niko hapo nasikia a mix of feelings, one ni ile baddies hupenda kuisema sema, cringe, a bit of nostalgia, na ka regret kiasi. My phone vibrates, kuangalia napata ni Tommy amenitumia another pic imenitoa ka John Wick nikiwa in the middle of a fight. He’s like, 


“Souley, 

unakumbuka hii day? 

Design tuliguza guza watu kiasi, 

ju ya 

kuchokoza the love of your life 

back then?”

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