Stories from the banking hall

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  People out here are angry, really angry. I know this is no way to start a story, but relax it's heading somewhere, I promise. It's a chilly morning and I'm at a bank waiting for my turn to be served, service yao ilikuwa imeanza kusumbua from Monday, but hey, that's a story for another time. I could feel like I was a bit out of place, you know? because the last time I remember I was in a bank was many years ago, when I was on campus, paying for my fees. Mzazi aliniamia bana, alijua ningepata guts, temptations za kukula fee ingekam, ningejua venye ningeilipa. So where was I?  Oh yes, there is this guy who is seated like 2 or three seats away from me, bigger and older than me from the looks of it, looks like a business man, or in lay man terms jamaa wa madeals. After a few minutes waiting, he starts getting impatient, and frustrated so he starts complaining, why is the service taking so long, can't they go a little faster, and so on and so forth.  I'm seated ther...
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Jirani chronicles

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            So I'm just chilling at my crib, I decided to call my G huwa namuita anko, (don’t ask why, story for another day because that story needs a whole episode on its own), tuonge tupange ma one two. Hata hatujaongea sana, nasikia my door ina gongwa gongwa na vurugu. Na pause kiasi. 


You know that moment where your spirit steps out of your body for a second to peep through the curtain before you do? Yeah, that one. Na hang up call with my G, saa hio nashangaa ni nani huyu ananitafuta na fujo hivi? Naenda kuangalia, alafu nifungue, nijue how it will go down ie kama kutakuwa na throwing of fists. Kuangalia tu hivi, ni three burly men, wamekula chuma wakashiba ka crocodile imemeza wildebeest mzima time huwa zina cross River Mara


Na tense kiasi, but najipiga kifua nilikuambia kama mbaya mbaya! Nafungua mlango nijue venye kutaenda, wananicheki hivi, design wanarudi chini then wako zile za 


“Pole.”




One of them turns to the rest anawaambia 


“aaah si hapa, 

ni juu.”


Then they climb the stairs and proceed to bang on that door of the house on the floor above mine. Design wanagonga ni kama hio mlango imewakosea. They sure bang that door, wakiwa zile za collo (not the jirani's name), najua uko hapo ndani, fungua. Collo (again not jirani's real name) nakusikia uko ndani. Collo (tumeshaestablish it's not jirani’s name), fungua wacha ufala. They bang the door, and it seems with each bang, ni kama wanakuwa more agitated. 


They bang for a while, then decide to call it quits. I hear them swearing wakishuka stairs. They are pissed as hell at Collo ju hakufungua. Niko zile za wasikupate jirani, design wamekutafuta ni kama watakumeza mzima mzima. Their anger is a bit funny, ju si mimi natafutwa. 


Najiambia, nikiwahi tafutwa hivyo, na hio design, na pull off disappearing act moja hatari, Prison Break itafanya a sequel on it, I guarantee you. Najua my G anadhani ni credit ilidie, ndio simu ikakatika, so he'll read hii time after imedrop akuwe zile za kumbe! 


Anyway, 

Letstoriesunfold wishes y'all have

a happy new year!

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