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Waswa

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 In my days of service I had this friend called Waswa. He was way older than me, like 3 years older but tulikua tume enlist na yeye and we found ourselves sharing a barrack cube. Tulikua 4 in 1 cube. One night while we were off duty, he told me why he joined the military. Waswa was in JKUAT, Juja campus, and he was having some sort of entanglement with his schoolmate, a pretty petite lass called Syombua.  Our boy Waswa was the one visiting her because he was in a shared hostel. Waswa’s pretty lass, Syombua, lived in Weiteithie, in a well furnished apartment. Their relationship was like 3 or 4 months old but Waswa had received all sorts of treatment. From slices to the other slices, I know you know, and if you don't, jokes on you.  Kijana in his mind assumed that the lady came from a seriously loaded family. Makosaa. Sasa one Friday Waswa as usual goes for a sleepover knowing atakula vizuri pande zote. They enjoy the night and netflix as usual until they heard, “Fungua hap...
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Tales of Jezebel, part 3 - Woah

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Pain wrecked havoc on my body as adrenaline dropped to zero levels. She laid me on her white cotton sheets as she went in the bathroom.  Damn! Those hanging lines  that had snapped  had done a number on me. She came back later with a washcloth dripping with some liquid and as she attended to my injuries, boy! Did it sting like a hive full of bees descending on one that has invaded their hive and stolen their honey.  Working her way down to my ass injury, she poured spirit on the wound. That pain was just too much it felt like every nerve on my body was triggered at that moment plus I was exhausted thus I found myself blacking out cold. I woke up hours later, my injuries all bandaged particularly my ass that had been shot, and my body still hurt like hell, I kid you not.  Sitting up seemed to take all of eternity because every single movement I made or tried to make triggered a fresh dose of pain for me.  As I perused the room, I noticed to my side there was...
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Death at a funeral

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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...
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Ting Ting Ting🥊

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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...
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The Storm, relapse.

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“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...
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