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Hey baby...

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Guys…. Eeei! Niko na furaha, na si ati pesa ni nyingi, mnaweza nunulia your favorite storyteller kahawa, if y'all don't mind, jameni baridi mingi. Anyway, where was I? Yes. Eeei! Sijawahi jua the joy of discovering a new song by accident (si ile by accident ingine ya excuse ya your cheating partner akijitetea akipatwa), hukuwa amazing hivi. Leo, start of the week, nimeamkia mjengo kusaka Singaporean shillings ya kufanya one two, foreman akasema leo, nijaribu another week, siko kwa hesabu ya hio wiki, nirudi nilale, nikasikia tu ki sadness ingine kwa chest ime descend. Nikajiambia haidhuru, nikaleft site, nikachapa lap kiasi mtaani, then nikarudi kejani, nione kama nitafinya finya kompyuta dollar itoke. Kufika kejani, nikasema before niingie shughuli, wacha niingie YouTube, niweke background music kiasi to vibe with. Music plays for sometime, akili hata haiko hapo, it's just like filling the noise at the time(you know how our folks used to put news on, and they aren't ev...
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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...
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