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Imekuwa long tangu nichonge story ka venye Michelangelo alikuwa anachonga vitu clean many centuries ago. Story ilikuwa iende live but draft ilikuwa kwa simu, na simu ilizama kwa maji ka Petero venye alijishuku ati ni yeye anatembea kwa maji. Fundi naye kumpelekea simu akakuwa kama ule jamaa wa promises bandia za in “6 months”. Fundi amekaa nayo almost three weeks, ananichocha daily ati anaunda, kumbe anani-enjoy tu, simu imemlemea na hataki kunichapia.  Kuishi bila simu blunder, unasikia ni uko kwa kichaka ama ka wewe ni inmate. Nimefikiria venye shillingi itatoka nishike device ingine; itatoka ju fundi alishindwa kufufua simu hadi akili imetap out. Nikiscroll scroll YouTube nikiwa nimetulia after nimetoka kuchapiana na Boyz wangu Kimani ma one two one two, nimebump into this song called Wasted Story by Virusi Mbaya, sijui ni kama ni coincidence ama nini,  but nimerelate nayo mbaya sana na kuna part moja imepenya  “…Saka kila siku it's not enough..” “...Ma...

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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