Letstoriesunfold ™

  Continued from here-->>  Miss Anonymous Ju ya kuwa street smart kiasi tu, niliweza kutoka kuwa mgeni wa serikali bila kesi kuwa ngori. Vile natoka though, weeeh! Nanuka, niko mchafu, usingizi, kitu nataka ni kufika tu kejani nioge, nipite kwa mathe nikule, nilale. Nafika hivi ploti, watoto wa jirani wakinicheki wanahepa tu wakilia, kwani nakaa mnyama nini? Wamama wa ploti, najua wameshapata story mpya na mimi, but haidhuru, watabonga kisha watalala. Venye nimeshiba, napiga shower nitoe stench na misuli inyooke kidogo kisha nalala. Nastukia mlango inabishwa, kuangalia saa ni saa kumi na moja jioni. Weeh, nimelala kama maiti za pale Chiromo.😅 Kumbe ni arif yangu Timo, na venye nilikuwa nimejitayarisha na maneno nikidhani ni landlord. 😅😅 Namfungulia mlango aingie, but anaingia akiniuliza nimepotelea wapi, ati amekuwa akinitafuta siku kadhaa.  Nikienda kuona venye nitamjibu, ghafla bin vuu, simu inalia. Kuenda kucheki ni nani anapiga, nastukia ni ule Miss Anonymous...

                       Nikiwasho pahali nilipatana na huyu hamtaamini, the same way sikuamini story alikuwa ananichapia, karibu nimsho heri angekuja na taxin tuchane akinichapia hizo story zake. Alikuwa amekuja kunitembelea nikiwa ndani,  behind bars for a few hours ndio anichapie story nitawachapia in a few.  Ilikuwa a good day, nilikuwa tu nimetoka site kazi, foreman akiwa amenikanja  zangu after koroga kuisha na sijainama lunch hio siku. Nimeingia pale kejani, nikapiga shower, baadaye ka luku kidogo kutokea streets kutafuta rada ya kesho.  Naenda kuvuka hivi barabara, nduthi inapita shwaa! Karibu ipite na mimi. Nikienda kucheki rada ka ni safi kwa barabara ndio nivuke, nacheki someone's daughter ameivaa! Macho zetu na someone's daughter zikakutana, mimi huyo, nimepiga wink, akasmile,  green light ukipewa, unaenda huendi? Confidence iko on, full swing, nikaenda nikajitambulisha, nikamuuliza jina but ...

A creative like me has remembered and is celebrating when the creative child of the said creative was born. I won’t lie or pretend but it surely triggered a memory, a memory of the day I started Letstoriesunfold™.  Nike should just sign me already because their tagline, “Just do it” I ran with it like Omanyala or Kipchoge. I didn't know jack shit on how to go about it. I just had one terrific story. Didn't even have a name for it at the time. I just crafted a site, put the story there, and shared the link. Everyone who read that first production was wowed by it, except for a select few.  In the blink of an eye, I started creating an audience hungry for my crazy stories. From that day, till now I’m thankful, to my audience, to the amazing creatives who have contributed to Letstoriesunfold, appreciation is in order. I have dared, made so many mistakes, and learned a thing or two along the way. The most important thing, however, is how my amazing content interacts, and continues...

Nilikuwa place hustle, kutafuta shillingi nisiiname lunch ka comrades, ama kuwa homeless ju mwenye nyumba ameweka kufuli ingine kubwa ka sex drive ya dame yuko twenty something.  Ilikuwa story zinatembea tu, bila pressure tukiendelea na job yetu, masaa ikisonga mbele tu. Sikumbuki ni part gani exactly kwa hio story ilifanya ni remark, “Kama kuna watu nimetense,” “ni wasee wao hukuwa wametulia tu.” They were like,  Souley wacha kutubeba utoto. Mbona uogope mtu hana makelele ama kisirani? Niliwaelewa wakifikiria na kuuliza hivyo. Nikawachapia incidences kadhaa zenye wasee hawana mambo mingi wamesurprise wasee vi ajab.  Wasione ni ka nawasho story haziko, ka excuses za ule manzi uko nayo akitwekwa na salaried niggas mshahara ya end month wakiwa nayo. Kuna this time, tuko lap mtaa ya Boyz wetu fulani. Wasee fulani wakaamua ni sisi watatutumia kuchase the bag. Kutuibia in layman’s terms. Wamekuja wanatugotea then wako zile za  hizo phone na dooh tuko nazo tuwawahi.  ...