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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 ...

Shughuli zote.

 

                  Yesterday was crazy, watu wa Arsenal walikuwa wamejaa kujaa CBD celebrating. You can't really fault them for being happy, and excited. Imagine 22 years! Imagine coming close to winning the title in the previous seasons, then Arsenal wins the 25/26 league title, just like that. I was beside myself with happiness, not only myself, but other Arsenal fans throughout the world. Nimeamka leo kichwa ikienda tu 


“silali... Finale... Refa puliza kipenga..”


I know it's been a while since I dropped a something awesome for y'all. Sijawasahau, something was cooking in the pipeline. Now it's time to enjoy an exquisite story from another exceptional storyteller like yours truly I call Anko, don't you think?




“hallo..”

“Hello..”

“nimeona CV yako mahali na naona huna kazi sindio?"

"Yes" 

I answered very happy that CV haikujipata ikifunga nyama in some dingy butchery, or zinafungia comrade chapo za supper.


"Sawa..,

niko na kazi sijui kama utakubali kuifanya, 

inaanza leo saa moja usiku”


"Sawa" 

I answered without stopping to think, mbona kazi niliapply ya 9 to 5 imekuwa saa moja usiku. That is how I found myself with baking flour paste in a small bucket with 100 posters ready to stick them kwa pole za stima from 7 pm.  I was given the instructions on where to pick up the merch and the tasks at hand. Payment was 500 to be paid after all the posters were stuck. 


Kijana was desperate I tell you! Usicheze na kusota. Mimi na urefu yangu walked over 2 kilometers nikieka kwa alternating poles. Asking myself various questions like, akiamua kuniruka after nimemaliza? Na akiwa wa ukweli na kinirambe proper nikikosa kufanya kazi? 


Anyways, Daktari Juma kutoka mwanza paid me as soon as I had stuck the last poster. Nobody was following me, I had not yet called to inform him but he did. Tunatibu kukosa kazi. The number never went through, he was the one who called first. 


Anyway, sometimes I always wonder if the rituals are real, but the mpesa message that just rolled in after sticking up the last poster gave me some kind of confirmation.

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