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Life nowadays is like the game, Grand theft Auto. Thievery, betrayal, cons, and fornication left, right and center. Forcing you to be always alert, like the gazelle on the savannah grasslands, always on guard because the moment you let your guard down, they unleash their expertise on you without breaking a sweat or batting an eye. 😅😅 Reputation is, and has been everything since the beginning of time. From the days of Samson to Genghis Khan to Napoleon to Dedan Kimathi. Reputation is priceless power, it can make or break you. Never in my wildest dreams or terrible nightmares would have I ever imagined or thought it would happen to me. Hold up… I know you don’t have a faintest clue what I’m about to delve into, or maybe you do. Have you ever experienced identity theft or has it ever occurred to you in this life? Relax and let the story unfold on how it all went down. I was at hustle that day, kibarua as the layman call it. It was koroga. I had no other option left, all my othe...

Hello, how are you all holding up?  Well, a new story is brewing, I'm mixing the ingredients so very carefully to get the desired taste and quality. I don't want to rush lest it comes out something opposite of what you would expect. On that note, enjoy this piece, and drop some feedback would you? Peace ✌️. They see me creating online,  hinting every now and again  that I'm wasting my time,  does it have an impact though  why  isn't it  giving you money right now  why  don't you go sell sweets  or  smokies  or  eggs in the streets Do they even fucking believe Everytime is  why  can't you be  Like so and so working corporate? earning a fat cheque you just linger in juakali  Which most of the time is unsteady I've defended my vision  but that has only made them see me as the devil funny they want me to repent Turn from my supposed crooked ways like someone bitten by the zombies From walking dead

  The year is fresh and exciting like yours truly, Souley Muchiri. Some of you have already started jotting down new year resolutions, others have woken up with a hangover, a few coins left from last years celebration or an individual at your bed you were so hot with the previous night after finishing counting down the year that just ended. The story unfolds on a day before Christmas Eve.  The streets were almost deserted, most of the people having travelled to their upcountry, some of them on vacation, and some were just at home chilling. I was bored at home so I had decided to take a walk get some air and to let my phone charge a bit. As I walked a particular butchery caught my eye,  inside there was this gal, petite, fair skin pretty face. I got closer and closer inorder to have a word with her. I saw as soon as I stepped inside the butchery that the butchery was cutting up the meat he had weighed for her, about three kilos of meat and that provided the perfect ice bre...

Continued from..   Death at a funeral I’m no wolverine who could heal quickly from a stab wound so I didn’t want to take my chances with the knife. As the rough and husky man directed me on where to go, I noticed it was like time had stood still, with chaos beautifully painted. I explored my choices on how to get out of this predicament, and boy! They didn’t look at all great, most of them all pointed to one end result, 6ft under. Except one, I was to act a fool. That is what I went with, to buy myself some time to figure how to get out of this ordeal and never have to look over my shoulder or be paranoid when I’m with someone’s daughter wondering, is she the means they have used to get to me?  Ever heard of the Samson and Delilah story? We reach at the car, at the very end of the field. A black Chevy, beautiful with a sleek paint job and design, and the door pops open. “Utleast you idiots have class,” is the last thing I say before I’m roughly shoved in, the rough and husky...