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Take me back.

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              A couple of months back, nilikuwa nimeenda place fulani shughuli na one of my boyz, Tommy, tulikuwa Whistling Moran I think. Tulifika mapema, tumetulia tunangoja tu clients wafike. I always arrive early for business, a skill I unknowingly picked up from my old man. Tommy alikuwa anataka kushika one or two beers to kill time before clients wafike, lakini nikamsho zii, business first, atashika a couple of beers after tumemalizana na clients.  Tulikuwa tunataka tu kufine tune some details kwa contract fulani tulipata ya kuweka some serious coins in our pockets with the clients ndio tusichomeke. After they arrive, tunaanza kuiron out some details with the clients, it takes a while, going back and forth, and right before I reach my breaking point to snap and maybe flip the table on them like I have see it done in the movies, the clients compromises, and agree to some of the changes we want in the contract.  Satisfied, we bid the clie...
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Thoughts on (The Catcher in the Rye)

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                         It's a classic but with a heavy dose of notoriety within American culture considering the period it was published. You can Google or ChatGPT the controversies around it.  I had my own share of its intrigue when I first came across it, way back on campus. I still remember that encounter quite vividly like it was yesterday. There were the three of us around a table having some drinks after a difficult CAT. Sharing the table was my room mate, best friend. I will call him Y. To complete the table was X, a mutual lady friend whom I perceived to be a deep thinker.  Lying on the table was a collection of three books Y had just acquired to dilute the stress of academic reading. The first book was The Fountainhead. That's the first time I knew Ayn Rand was a lady and not a man. I can't seem to recall the second book but the top one was definitely, The Catcher in the Rye. Y was more into philosop...
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Friday the 13th

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          A lone figure, cloaked in darkness,  stalks through  a foggy and deserted part of the Nairobi Central Business District.  A chilling wind howls, and the only sound is the lone figure footsteps puncturing the eerie silence. A dilapidated building looms in the distance, its windows boarded up and its door ajar. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of decay, dust, and the faint sound of two heartbeats.  On arriving at the dilapidated building, the figure pauses briefly at the entrance, it's breath misting in the cold air. A sense of unease washed over them as they peered into the darkness towards the entrance of the abandoned building from where they are hiding.  The wind howled louder, carrying with it a chilling whisper that sent shivers down their spine. Their blood ran cold as they realized that they were not alone in this desolate place, but with a deep breath, they muffled any sounds they might have made, trying as hard a...
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