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I hate sad stories, what I hate even more is telling sad stories. What is even more upsetting, it is not easy adding humor in the story because you will look so dark and with no empathy.  That night was silent. It was not the silence that makes you fearful, no it was a silence that was beautiful and as you stare into the darkness you wondered about your life or if you are lucky you snuggle a bit in your sleep, contented.  The only sound that put a pause of that silence was my phone ringing, and after a brief conversation with the person at the other end, I hang up.  As I looked at the time on my phone, I realized that it was  3 am. 3 in the morning that I got the news. The images I was sent afterwards were devastating and dreadful. No one deserved to go like that. You might be wondering why at 3 in the morning, I would be awake. Sleep had deserted me just like that. It wasn’t because of the cold, or my bed wasn’t comfortable, I just have no idea why I was awake at th...

It’s a feeling I can’t explain.  Najua unangoja plot moja safi ya mapenzi ka Zora. Ni wewe naongelea, wewe. Wacha kujifanya si wewe naongelesha, ati unaangalia kando. 😂😂  Relax, pour a little something something to sip to find out. Milk, juice, water, whiskey , Gin or whatever you may be using. The week started out…  Aaah.., nimeanza mbali. Fast forward >> I’m in this new hood with a couple of objectives in mind for the day  but the main ones are two. One, transact some business with a certain fella, then meet up with a certain chick I vibed with a couple of days ago.  Whipping the phone out to call the fella we were to do some business with. I call him and he gives me directions on where to find him.  Then I hear some voices behind me, “Brathe,” “si utuokolee za chai..” “hio simu umeweka kwa mfuko ikuje pia..” I scoff, like wtf.., then I start walking away. It must have made them mad because the next thing was a heavy blow which wizzed past me beca...

“Why are you in your sister's room?” my mom looked at me with concern. "mom, it's 5 in the morning,” “can't I just sleep?"  I covered my face to prevent any more questions. “Moonshine, it's been a week..!!” she whispered. “we are having a girls night, ” “every night, okay? ” “Leave me alone now, will you?” She pulled my duvet leaving me exposed. “Downstairs, right now!!” "What..!!  Why?” “Is it a family meeting..?” I wanted to shout and break everything around me. "prayers young lady,” “you might have forgotten the way to your room,” “but prayer isn't something I'll allow you to forget,” “you missed church last Sunday and now this!!” she let out a breath and sat right next to me and softly talked to me “J,whatever it is,” “you don't have to tell me,” “just whisper it to God, he listens” She squeezed my hand and pulled me out of bed “I love you bear,” “that's why,”  “I won't allow you to get lost” I whispered “I am already lost mum...

  Freelancing ka hauna roho utaona cha mtema kuni.  Most of you mnaona ni rahisi, msijali, we make it look effortless. So smooth, so seamless. Mngejua tu, behind the scenes ya hii mambo tu, venye iko ju weeh! Time of plenty. Hii ndio hukuwa the good times of freelancing. Everything goes so well, you might be tempted to forget the devil, trouble or whatever scares the shit out of you even exists. Hii part uko na jobs most na ka mullah kanaingia vizuri ndio hukuwa na element tricky. Usipojichunga utaanza kujiwekea mafuta na kuwasha moto ya kujikaranga later on. Hii ni ka ukiride bike downhill mambo iko nyweeeeee... Unasikia fiti aje. Saa hizo, mfuko yako imejaa kujaa, unaanza kuimba ka Jimw@t. 🎶Pesa hazitoshei mfuko  ziko kwa kikapu🎶 Hii stage hukuwa bitter sweet. Sweet in that, uko in the best deals, una work at optimal level and the money is good, very good. Bitter in the case uko busy all the time, time ya ku relax, interactions na kuwa burnt out. The plateau stage. Hi...