AOB Saturday 25nd Jan 2020

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I don't understand why you people wake up late on weekends. Do your needs take a break?
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We all tend to assume everybody follows the same morning routine. This, we realize, is not true the moment we find ourselves visiting other people. I have to take breakfast at most five minutes after waking up, failure to which my mood could be ruined for the remainder of the day and possibly the next. That means when visiting, the first thing I map is the various kiosks within the vicinity where I can rush for a quick morning fix before I settle for a procedural breakfast with my host. That kiosk manoeuver will be disguised as a necessary morning walk to unclog the arteries.
 
My friend pays his brother a visit in Kibera for the first time where he plans to spend a few days. The next morning, the brother departs for work, and hands my friend the money he will use to buy breakfast. At about 8.00 am, my friend wakes up and heads out to buy milk and bread. Being new in the area, he takes a random walk through the narrow alleys that separate the houses before he finds a shop. After making his purchases, he heads back to the house. Tragically, he cannot trace his way back to the house. He tries to comb the entire area but comes out with no luck. He tries asking for directions but soon realizes nobody knows nobody in the slums, unless you are a notorious gangster. How about calling the brother for directions? Well, he can’t, because that was before mobile phones. As a last resort, he finds his way to the bus stage. At least everyone knows where the bus stage is. That is where he took his milk and bread for lunch as he waited for the brother to return from work in the evening. It was a very long day in deed. It was also embarrassing to meet three-year-olds loitering freely while he, an adult, could not find his way home. Moral of the story; the assumptions you make can play cruel jokes on you.
 
upepo said:
My friend pays his brother a visit in Kibera for the first time where he plans to spend a few days. The next morning, the brother departs for work, and hands my friend the money he will use to buy breakfast. At about 8.00 am, my friend wakes up and heads out to buy milk and bread. Being new in the area, he takes a random walk through the narrow alleys that separate the houses before he finds a shop. After making his purchases, he heads back to the house. Tragically, he cannot trace his way back to the house. He tries to comb the entire area but comes out with no luck. He tries asking for directions but soon realizes nobody knows nobody in the slums, unless you are a notorious gangster. How about calling the brother for directions? Well, he can’t, because that was before mobile phones. As a last resort, he finds his way to the bus stage. At least everyone knows where the bus stage is. That is where he took his milk and bread for lunch as he waited for the brother to return from work in the evening. It was a very long day in deed. It was also embarrassing to meet three-year-olds loitering freely while he, an adult, could not find his way home. Moral of the story; the assumptions you make can play cruel jokes on you.
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So I assume ulipata bro yako the same day or how did it end?
 
upepo said:
My friend pays his brother a visit in Kibera for the first time where he plans to spend a few days. The next morning, the brother departs for work, and hands my friend the money he will use to buy breakfast. At about 8.00 am, my friend wakes up and heads out to buy milk and bread. Being new in the area, he takes a random walk through the narrow alleys that separate the houses before he finds a shop. After making his purchases, he heads back to the house. Tragically, he cannot trace his way back to the house. He tries to comb the entire area but comes out with no luck. He tries asking for directions but soon realizes nobody knows nobody in the slums, unless you are a notorious gangster. How about calling the brother for directions? Well, he can’t, because that was before mobile phones. As a last resort, he finds his way to the bus stage. At least everyone knows where the bus stage is. That is where he took his milk and bread for lunch as he waited for the brother to return from work in the evening. It was a very long day in deed. It was also embarrassing to meet three-year-olds loitering freely while he, an adult, could not find his way home. Moral of the story; the assumptions you make can play cruel jokes on you.
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This is gold.
 
Are you aware this Mildred atty na nyakundi hawana tofauti, hapana tambua wakora @Meria kindly weka hizo clips mbili, from my end network iko chini.
 
Pamba 1 said:
Are you aware this Mildred atty na nyakundi hawana tofauti, hapana tambua wakora @Meria kindly weka hizo clips mbili, from my end network iko chini.
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Hongo hampewi na nani aliwaruhusu kuingia gari za wenyewe? Unaonanga kama polisi wa Amerika wako na hio upussy ya kuingia kwa gari la wenyewe ati wapewe za macho?
 
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