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The patient monitor showed Ambrose pulse and vitals as he slowly gained consciousness bit by bit. He sensed that there seemed to be somebody in the room with him because he sensed movement and someone speaking but he could not comprehend what the person was saying. He tried to find out who it was, by turning his neck to check but it was futile attempt plus the pain that accompanied the effort was too much even for the heavy pain killers that were continuously being infused in his body by a drip.  His mind raced, various thoughts rushed to him at once. As much as he could, as much as he tried, he could not block out those thoughts.  Where was he?  Did his wife hire someone to finish him off quietly? Had he been fired from his job? Had news had reached the HR?  Was she gloating over his misfortune.  What the hell had happened?  It all came flooding back to him gradually at first then it greatly intensified. From the HR's smirks to the house girls tears all th...

Letstoriesunfold is a place  where tales,  Kenyan or of the whole world, dance and dazzle.  Close your eyes and imagine, sun-drenched streets buzzing with laughter, vibrant stories swirling all around like dust devils, and everyday moments morphing into something spectacular!  That's the world of Letstoriesunfold, a platform where narratives unfold like tapestries woven with laughter, wit, and a sprinkle of East African spice.  You may be wondering, what makes Letstoriesunfold so captivating? Buckle up, story seeker, because we're about to dive into its enchanting charm: A feast for the senses. Letstoriesunfold isn't just about words; it's a sensory smorgasbord. Vivid descriptions paint pictures of sun-kissed landscapes, the aroma of mandazi wafting from the screen, and the rhythmic pulse of Swahili slang dancing on your tongue. From the ordinary to extraordinary Step aside, superheroes! Here, the magic lies in the mundane. A boda boda driver becomes a knig...

To avoid attracting unnecessary attention, Chairman asked his house girl to accompany him to the car. The HR lady loudly reminded him that the medical cover did not include abortion.  Chairman replied,  “you are childless,  because your womb is a morgue,  but, I can donate some kids” Tears flooded the HR's eyes as she walked away. Chairman disappeared with his young distressed wife. They went to see a doctor at Marie Stopes to establish the cause if missing periods.  Afterwards, she was shuttled to Busia to wait for matters to calm down. Now he went home to face Nduta and several prayer warriors who had come cleanse the matrimonial home.  They welcomed him with a round of prayer against evil spirits of admiring anything that walks in a skirt. The final demand startled him completely. Hands akimbo she demanded a gift, something that moves zero to 100 very fast. Nduta was tired of walking. Her weight made breathing a real struggle. Chairman had a solution, w...