Among the a thousand reasons to die,I tried those ones yesterday. Wiiiih, poverty is badly badly. I was going home from our favourite joint, usiku wa manane and they were right when they said that’s when the devils are awake.
Heh,adds hii baridi ni mbaya but imagine a double shot of that at 2a.m. Double the trouble. My friend and I are getting legit strokes from the cold waiting for a matatu to get home and none,nun and null at our vicinity. Out of sight, out of mind. Hii imeenda. When I pray,I add to my prayers that when I get off the block,I should live in a suburb that don’t do javs so I’ll never have to worry about them. Fag it!
Smol smol chilling and this stranger stops,a Subaru boys but the older version,as in mubaba wa subaru unlike the Kevo’s and Burayo’s,must have been Kang’ethe. He says getting mtaani is bao bao, and buuuuoy it was either tukue mabao or tu mbao along the way because of all the adrenaline he put us through.
Just as we’re about to leave,a matatu arrives and the kange notices we’ve been waiting for one but we’ve already made up our minds to go with Kang’ethe. Rowdy kange and the driver shouts “mnajuana na huyo mutu? “Haya,pelekweni shakahola”
It was at that moment we knew we fucked up. Me being the passenger princess started calculating all the risks that could go down but felt a little safe because I was in the company of three other men hapo back left.
Kang’ethe activates the car locks and off we go. All silent as if waiting for court adjournment because one; we don’t know if we’re being kidnapped and two if we’ll be robbed or maybe Kang’ethe is just being a good human and humanity exists.
God knows I made all the wishful prayers and whispered sitawai rudia tena, what happens when you miss your periods and you’ve been engaging shamelessly.
We finally got home in one peace but our hearts in pieces because wtf? The fast and furious experience from a Subaru mubabaz and the shock absorbers we had to have for being in the car of a stranger. Heh!
Tukidondoka nayo Kang’ethe only asked us to buy him cigarettes in the nearby kiosk. As in fegi, fegi bro? You get kidnapped and your ransom is 4 cigarettes?
I really don’t have any moral of the lessons but our parents were right about warning us against lifts. Sasa tungeambia watu nini? Wozzah!!
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Wow,(first time here stalking) your story evokes memories that take me back to the days when I balanced work in Mwingi with kupiga sherehe on weekends in Thika. Every Monday at 5 a.m., you’d find me at the Gatitu bus stage, eager to catch a ride and arrive at work by 8 am. In those uncertain moments, I’d sometimes opt for private cars, haggling over the fare and always making sure to send my BFF the vehicle’s number plate just in case, as there had been reports of people disappearing after boarding such vehicles.[I feel like I have my own stories to tell sijui nijichoche or maybe I need enough gassing]
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Aah,thank you for being here,please give us the stories,we’re eager for you. Ready when you are!
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