DEAD IN KILIMANI
Episode 3 of 4 #IKnowAGuy
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6:15pm.
Kileleshwa Nairobi.
Shiro and Jackie pull up to an apartment in Kileleshwa, Nairobi. Shiro is obviously nervous and worked up, so it is Jackie who has to speak to the watchie. He refuses to let them in.
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The apartment they want to go is already let and occupied. And no visitors allowed. Ama waongee na landlord, mama mwenye apartment.
Jackie says they are scared their pal may be in danger and they need to just make sure she is ok.
It is the folded 500 note that does the trick.
He tells them to park outside the compound, and then escorts them to the lift and goes upto the 6th floor. All the while Jackie is calming Shiro down.
Watchie ata hashikanishi.
Shiro knocks on the door. Light light footsteps approach the door.
A short gyal unlocks the door.
She is wrapped in a ka-thick white towel only.
She says, ‘Ooh, mumefika. Haya, karibuni.’ And the she shouts, ‘Hi babe. Your wife is here.’ And then she turns around and goes back inside. Shiro’s and Jackie’s mouths are on the floor still, when Jemo walks out in a such a huff.
His mouth drops to the floor in disbelief.
He's in checkered boxers, and a pair of happy sock only.
Time.
Stands.
Still.
The short ka-chic comes back, humming loudly, from the kitchen with a pack of fries and chicken. She sits down, at the couch and switches on the TV.
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WUEH!
Everyone is still silent.
‘Ala? Hamuongei?’ Caro asks, not looking. ‘Ama niende kwa room niwapatie time?
‘Heh. My God. Caro? Hii ni nini jameni?’ Shiro begs.
‘Ask your husband.’ She snorts, gets back on her feet. ‘Juice, Tea or Gin, anyone?’ She asks heading to the kitchen.
Jackie ni nani?
She drops her clutch-bag, grabs Caro by her locks, swings her around with all the strength of a fine Bukusu woman, and then lets her go. Caro hits her head on the dining table, before her body hits the floor with a loud slapping sound. The towel falls off easily.
Jackie remains with two strands of locks on her hands.
‘Are you mad, Caro. What bullshit is this?’ Jackie follows her, as she crawls to a wall.
Hapo ndio watchie get’s what’s going on. He stands between Jackie & Caro.
‘Aii. Hii hapana.’ Watchie says. ‘Wacha nipigie mama simu.’
Jackie easily pushes the watchie away as he is calling back up on his radio.
Jackie lifts Caro by her locks.
Caro, tiptoeing, lets out a hysterical laugh. She asks Jackie, ‘Wewe Jackie sasa hii mambo ya familiar unaingililia kama nani? Ama you are also one of our co-wives?’
Jackie pulls Caro back towards the living room, all the while calling her a female dog.
PWAAAA! Kibare ya mwaka.
Caro kulas the slaps and falls to the ground, again.
She runs behind Jemo, raising her voice. ‘Aaargggh, Babe, you’ll let this ‘female dog’ beat me, na uko tu?’
Shiro and Jemo stare at each other oblivious of the war around them.
‘Why, James?’ Shiro asks almost inaudible. Eyes flooded with tears. ‘Why? What did I do.’
James, tears also flowing freely from his eyes as he shakes his head, ‘I’m so sorry, honey.’
Jackie bado ako kazini.
Jackie, picks her bag from the floor and goes to Shiro's ear. ‘Babe, let’s go.’ She walks to the door.
The watchie is still calling other sofas to come help him.
Shiro stands extremely helpless. Ata no strength to move even a muscle to leave the house. Ni kama kichaa inamshika.
Caro to James, ‘You! James. Tell her you are leaving her. And that we are having a baby? Ama must I be man enough for you again.’
Jackie rushes back in for Caro with folded wrists, but the watchie blocks her. Caro runs and disappears into those inner rooms of the apartment.
Jackie grabs Shiro’s hands and tells her, forcefully, ‘Twende!’
Before they can even get to the door, Caro appears, runs towards the door screaming, and drives a 10 inch carving knife straight into Shiro’s chest.
In less than a minute, the floor is a whole pool of blood.
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Bwana every estate needs a person who is bold, tough, militant, Taliban and one who willing to do crazy things that peace loving people would have to go sijui where to be fitted with grit and toughness.
We hate her guts, guys, but that madam in Hse No. 256 is that person for us.
Mimi by the way sipendagi kuongea juu ya neighbors wangu generally, but hii ya leo imenibidi.
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The guy in Hse. 74 is living with a new woman. The other his person we knew left. And the new woman is, well, old. People can live with whoever they want.
But...
THAT WOMAN IS RICH!
Weeee, huyo mama akona pesa nyingi sana. She has so much money. Aki she is rich for being rich. Si try-zex ama mjaribus.
Chini ya woyez we call her Virunga. Coz the first time we encountered her ways she was blasting Samba Mapangala's Vunja Mifupa in, her huge ass Land Cruiser.
1. Give jobs to local content creators, to create content they can make money with. If we can drop btw KS. 20-40M, ALL AT ONCE, sio in small small thousands, into the digital creative community, tutakuwa tumefanya kitu.
Give 40 people KS. 1M.
The money must go beyond just money.
It must come with access. REAL ACCESS. It must be access to parks, access to people, access to cities and cities' rooftops. Access to security and experts. Access at all levels.
20 independently curated content will PUSH the industry up.
This money must also be dropped every quarter. And revolve the recipients of this money. So essentially at least 100 beneficiaries for content that cannot be seen anywhere in the world.
We will be easily marketing Kenya as a destination at every level: Tourism/Film/Investments.
My friend. So Baba Tuyu alikasirika and decided to get someone to get him the kids he wants.
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So today we got the notice in the Estate Wozzap that there's going to be an introduction event next weekend.
Then 256 has said that event won't happen in the Estate. Ipelekwe kwingine.
256 was saying the entire women's fellowship in the Estate is going to go and speak to Baba Tuyu.
But Mrs. 178 said that was not necessary and that rather the men should go and talk to Baba Tuyu.
Me I just want the fire pilau from that house so I will be going for that meeting.
REMMY'S BRAINS.
. 1. There was a man, from Kivu, Congo. John Paul was his name. He lived a good life. To afford the godd life, he did bad things on the behest of evil greedy men who could pay for the bad things he could do. The kind of bad things that gave him, even, nightmares.
Bad things that gave even worse nightmares to people who survived his encounter.
Soon, he had a ‘Road To Damascus’ encounter. And the voice in the bright light that shone on him demanded his life. He changed his life, distributing his portable possessions as he headed East...
East out of DRC and fled. Fleeing his demons, and those of the people he did bad things too.
. 2. There was a boy from Kindu, in the greater Kivu region of DRC. Right at the border of Democratic Republic of Congo, and the United Republic of Tanzania. The son of a single mother.
256 had said they were moving back to shags but ni kama hawakuwa wamesikizana na Osband. Coz Osband told the security not to let anyone view the house. Because he already has someone who has booked it. But he didn't tell 256.
In fact Former SQ guy 108 had asked if he can refer someone who was looking for a house, but 256 akamwambia, 'Wewe umeanza kushi kwa nyumba juzi leo umeshakuwa agent?'
So 108 aka-catch vibaya sana. He was genuinely offended. He said his only mistake in life was living in an SQ.
So leo hapo kwa wossap group, mtu akasema ati they sent someone who was meant to come see the house, but was frozen at the gate. Kama tenant àmepatikana, waseme.
Huyo 256 akabeba uTaliban akauliza soldiers kwani form ni gani?
They say Osband said mtu asiingie. Nyumba ishaenda.
By last year, at the Season Premiere of Uhunyes Lockdown 1, we'd been blowing up our medical cover consistently.
To the point where Le Partner and I just did cash at consultation and let the outpatient cover the girls.
And it was cold this, cough that, infection that other one.
From lockdown one up until schools re-opened, we barely went to the hospital. Maybe once or twice. And when it did, it wasn't the common things. Dental appointments & gikmakamago.
Zero colds.
The concoctions, staying at home made sure we were all well for as long as we could.
Walahi, as soon as schools opened, and with the consistent regime of wash hands, concoctions this and being active, things went back to segemnegemege.
Sniffle here, achuuuuu there. Cough this, cold that, tummy aches that other one...