How i sold my phone to get a cookie
I had been dating this yellow yellow for days and it was time we had to meet. There was no whatsapp then so i had not seen her yet through the forwarded pictures we only used to chat line. From her chats i knew she was hot like those mamas of Kilimani i was looking forward on the day i would meet her maybe luck would struck me i get tip to climb her. On this particular day i convinced myself that today is a must a see canaan the promised land it was quite a while since i had embarked my last journey to canaan, the drought had sought refugee in me until i embarked on soul searching journey to see where my love life went wrong, i had earlier called a meeting with me, myself and i to find if the witches in my village had planned a crusade on me but whattundu
See my life. Those of you who have been hit by drought knows what goes when old oil stays too much in the body wherever back to the story. After having planned to meet, the persons called me and since i had no nice cloth to wear i went to my nigga . underscore and took one outfit that would remove me as a sponsor. Finally we met, she was so bearifull indeed like my grandmother the fisi in me started roaring like angry lion i could not help but steal glances at those sudus thinking about the fire i could ignite that day. We went home na hapa ndio balaa ilianzia After kufika home my persons started complaining how it was early to stay indoors at that time of the day na “Sijakuja kukaa sana excuse”(whoever invented this saying is the mother of dryspell) plus it was very hot in my small cubed apartment, she complained alot and she could hear none of my beggings. I tried all tricks in the jungle but she could not give in. There was no way i was going to see canaan at this time of the day. Besides, even Moses didn’t see the promised land so who am i to see it during the day? whattundu i was doomed. I started cursing whoever had bewitched me, i felt guilty of all the failed relationship I had been in. I felt i was the one to blame about my last persons who was snatched from me by those guka’s sponsors. That is story for another day. I felt it was my fault i didn’t compete with the sponsor. I even started blaming myself about the insecurity in Somalia. There was no way i was going to let this cookie slip away just like that!! I had hunted her for long. My ancestors would strike me the whole night for letting them down. They are the origin of this hungry animal in me. I was so disappointed that I promised to face mount kenya and ask them where i went wrong. After arguing allilobit i gave in to her pleas. An idea struck me, a few rounds of bottles would slap the shit out of her and she would lower that flag. Unlucky for me I was broke that day nlkua chini ka tumbo ya nyoka. I was in a frosty relationship with mshwari, okoa jahazi, mama wa kibanda and all other lenders.after thinking allolibit i went to a shylock to borrow atleast few hundreds to spoil my persons
