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INSECURE

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                 As I am writing this naskia masikio inakuwa moto ju ya hasira. Self control inashikiliwa na just a thread, nisikute that individual na panga niifanye shwaa shwaa shwaa, ka Samurai Jack. Najua mnashangaa mbona your storyteller amejaa ngori hivi, a certain individual, tuliagree nimpigie ma one two, nikatimiza, sasa kumpigia naskia mteja wa nambari uliyopiga hapatikani kwa sasa!   I'm livid, nashangaa rada hapa ni gani? In my mind, najaribu kuangalia mbona the individual yuko mteja from all perceptives, labda simu imezima, or imepotea, or pahali yuko hakuna network ndio call haingii, lakini the funny thing is there's a voice at the back of my head going hapanaaa! hapanaaa! hapanaa!  Anyway, I give the individual time, perhaps they will get back to me, explain to me why my calls to them were not going through you know? Naenda napiga shughuli mbili tatu, try to keep my mind occupied. Kuna this fear in another part o...

How I almost became a father.

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In the words of Kamande wa Kioi, before you die, you see many things. It doesn't sound wise when you say it in English. The queen's language waters it down very much. Try saying it in Kikuyu. Sagely!  Now, in 2015, Ochi and I were roommates in Kariobangi South by circumstance. I was fresh from campus and jobless and he was starting a business in Nairobi. So, naturally, we were broke, you see how it was by circumstance, don't you?  We got a bedsitter hapo tu Kwa Mbao. Kwa Mbao is a stage in Kariobangi South, it has the best Mutura East in of Eastlands. Hayaa, Ochi, one Sato told me that he had been invited for a bash in Kahawa West. We decided to go. You know what is written, that where two or three are gathered, there is a fellowship and at times a swallowship. That day, we knew we wouldn't cook. We got to the bash. Kumbe it wasn't bash bash. It was bash of gùchogia mwana. Look for a Kikuyu for that translation. Haya, we were ushered in and offered seats. Mimi, with...