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Continuation  from HOUSE ALWAYS WINS 1   Something snapped inside me, I came at him quick, a kick at the groins to buy me ample time to calculate my next attack, some quick attacks here and there, while trying to evade his blows and kicks. Some kicks and blows from him found their way to me, blinding me for a moment, other times forcing me to connect with solid ground eating dust. It was now between me and him, adrenaline pumping, fists flying, dust swirling.  Right there and then, I was certain that was how I was going to go.   The next moment I decided to have a taste of gambling was one year after legally turning into an adult. I had one clear cut objective with gambling, to use it as a means to chase the bag, gunia or mtungi.  I wanda! Like all things in life or in a game, we moved to the next level, gambling at casinos. Movies and films make gambling in casinos look easy.  I could have gone to Hades happy, swing by and said hello to Dedan Kimathi, show...

The house always wins.  Many of you have had heard this statement either from movies and series or from a fool who has parted with their money. A good bunch of you I presume, you may have started venturing into gambling recently, my advice to you is get out while you still can.  My paths with gambling crossed early on when I was young, back in the days when life was not complicated, fast paced or realized that some of your biggest enemies are close friends and relatives.  Enough about that, now where we?  Oooh yes,  how my paths crossed with gambling.  The very first time was in my hood, somewhere in this city, where everyone is  suspicious of the other. It was a beautiful mid morning, sunny but windy day, the sun was overhead, we were playing, street football to be precise, beads of sweat rolling down our heads, back, and arms.  Clouds of dust could be seen rising either by the wind or by us, as we ran, kicked the ball from one corner of the fiel...

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...