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Front row seat booked.
Sasa angusha hekaya.
Leta story. I swear Klisters won't judge. Well, maybe a lil bit
@Ule Msee one I do not go be giving a hoot about what nigas say about my life experiences given that they are unique to me and its my life anyway.
Moving on,Njeri was a yellow yellow working in the same floor with me in a building along Mfangano Street. Actually,her employers office was directly across ours.
On the same floor in a different wing was Mwaura the tailor. Mwaura was wale watu wa tender. Guy had a sweatshop.
So nimemskuma Njeri mpaka akakubali tutaenda Hall 11 one Saturday afternoon,(yes,I was squatting in Hall 11 during the vacation ,working in town. Survival for the fittest I tell you)
On the said sato,I informed my room mate kutakuwa na derby later on that afternoon ajipe shughuli.
In the afternoon,I lingered in the office waiting for Njeri to knock off. Saa tisa ikafika,nikaingia kwa office yao kamuuliza vipi? She told me that something had come and she couldn't make our date happen. She promised to make it up for me the following weekend. Dejected,I left. Since I had on other plans nikajikuta nikienda down the steps of Steps Pub. Tusker Malt kadhaa zikatembea down my throat. At around 8,I decided I had enough and left. Just behind the Kenya Archive. I saw Njeri. With Mwaura...nani mjinga kama nimi? Nikakimbia nikazunguka archives such that by the time they were near the KPLC substation,ndio mimi huyo na wao face to face.
Kawasalimia as if nothing was up and told them naenda hapi Steps jupiga kamoja...
Following week nikajifanya hata simjui Njeri. Actually I started going there to say hi to Mwende,a married girl,who was a colleague to Njeri.
I did manage to give Njeri her comeuppance when she actually came to my office one Sato afternoon and told me she was free. Kufika hall 11 room 217,asubuhi ya Sunday,nilitumbukiza nguo zake kwa ndoo ya maji. Njeri tulitoka na yeye Monday morning tukienda job. After breakfast in K1.