We finally out. Can breath fresh air again, have a bath after all these days and safisha mecho with some African kienyejis. Too bad the sun isn’t shinning today, I miss it so much. And you @Sharman…
[What have I…? ]
Don’t even ask. So you decide to leave your miserable desk kejani and try to make a new friend. Right?
[You told me to make a few friends. ]
And so the very first you made was a freaking mwera! A Pharisee for heaven sakes. Promised you a job, Good! Where did that leads to. I’ll tell you where for free! Ndani ya cell that’s where. For how long you ask. 3 freaking nights and 4 days! And don’t even get me started with the mullah we coughed to get out.
Giving 40 something k to some grown ass men for hosting you for 3 nights (never mind the fact that you were sleeping on the cold floor with only 1 shoe on and feeding on half-cooked meal of semi- liquid sima and boiled cabbage) is a crime against humanity.
You know if you had ran out of ideas on how to spend 50k in a weekend, I would have given you plenty of ideas.
For instance you could have logged into erotickenya or nairobisweet and ordered some sweet coomers for the long weekend. That would be a weekend well spent. But instead you had to get yourself arrested.
See my dear friends, me and this guy known as @Sharman are one. He is supposed to listen to me lest we get in trouble, but he hails from a long lineage known as " mbari ya Rinandi" (The family of Leonard) famous for its high headness. As such he barely listens to me. I told him to get some real life friends,other than me, cause…, well, I only exist in his mind. So for once, he listens to me. But what does do. He goes and befriends a cop. A cop for heavens sake.
