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02/11/2021

Any evil plans planned against you shall not prosper in Jesus name!
Isaiah 41:10
If you believe say amen and share

08/10/2021

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06/10/2021

06/10/2021

The essence that he makes in his thought, word and deed is indeed the essence of man👌

05/10/2021

“I met someone.
The wrong someone.
A friend or so I thought.
I was catapulted into a world
A world no one should experience.
It was raining.
The sky was black
the storm wasn’t letting up.
I felt this strong feeling of evil
hanging around me that day.
She was a m**f
She had a couple of us
She had been coupled up before
God was watching
My ‘friend’ was with me.
I looked in the mirror
at that point, I knew.”

03/10/2021

I thought sometime alone Was what we really needed You said this time would hurt more than it helps But I couldn't see that I thought it was the end Of a beautiful story And so I left the one I loved at home to be alone(alone) And I tried to find Out if this one thing is true That I'm nothing without you I know better now And I've had a change of heart I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart I'd rather have the one who holds my heart Whoo-oo-oo-oo yeah And then I met someone And thought she could replace you We got a long just fine We wasted time because she was not you We had a lot of fun Though we knew we were faking Love was not impressed with our connection they were all lies, all lies So I'm here cause I found this one thing is true That I'm nothing without you I know better now And I've had a change of heart I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart I'd rather have the one who holds my heart Who holds my heart I can't blame you if you turn away from me, like I've done you, I can only prove the things I say with time, Please be mine, I'd rather have bad times with(please be mine) you, Than good times with someone else(I know) I'd rather be beside you in a storm(anytime), Than safe and warm by myself(so sure baby) I'd rather have hard times to gether, Than to have it easy apart I'd rather have the one who holds my heart(my heart) I'd rather have bad times with you(surely), Than good times with someone else(surely) I'd rather be beside you in a storm(oh yeah), Than safe and warm by myself(all by myself) I'd rather have hard times together, Than to have it easy apart(you know it) I'd rather have the one who holds my heart I'd rather have the one who ho

03/10/2021

You life...
You life,
You've taught me,
You've taught me that I was born free
But am everywhere in chains.
Chains of demands,
expectations,
ego,
bad eyes to see me fall,
See me fall down down the depths...
and good eyes to see me rise,
See me rise up up to the heights
I'm no gonna cause wahala,
Everyone has his own maker
But we got one devil...
For... the travel that is unplanned
Is sometimes the journey that leads us
leads to our intended destinations.
I have learned to trust my maker.
📙🖊

23/03/2021

IT WAS JUST JUZI
I made a decision to stay for the night because I had no
otherwise. I could not have taken a step of getting to a
guest because matiang'i boys were on the move. Before
we entered the house, I was given a condition. 'Bora
usinisumbue.' as she looked direct into my eyes. She
could see my face courtesy of the security lights
around the zone. I said nothing but to comply. What
could I have done or said anyway? Hata ukiwa wewe
ungeambiwa uoshe vyombo si ungeosha.
She unlocked the door and I was ushered in. 'Karibu
ndani,' she whispered to me. As I was waiting for her to
enter first, I heard her neighbour shout from her house,
"wewe Malaya umerudi? Nipee moshene kuliendaje
kwanza na hata MCA ametumanisha rent! Haujakuwa.
Nlikwambia tukule hiyo fare ukakataa...sasa Sijui rent
utalipaje?" Before she was done asking
she was standing at the next door with her mouth
making a neat zero from the shock of seeing me! We all
have that naughty neighbour in every rental plot
This is when I realised she was from an intro-visiting or
maybe a date from the a young man or an old fellow.
Si hata wewe umeskia angekula fare
Without hesitation, this lady with me, the so called
Malaya pulled me into the house, switched on the lights
and whispered, 'ssshhh...don't mind her. That's how
naughty she is.'
I sat down on a sofa next to me. I looked around the
house. I noticed the house was a double-roomed rental
house with an extension next to door. Maybe a kitchen
or a washroom. She rushed outside and stood right at
the door and started conversing in low tones maybe
with her naughty neighbour.
At the moment I had a series of questions crossing my
mind. Could she be one of the chips fungas? Could she
be having a man who could appear anytime of the night?
'Hata curfew iko...hawezi Kuja sai.' I consoled myself
I wasn't comfortable by the way, my ass was full. 'Getty!'
I called out. Ona Sasa ukamjua jina. But
haidhuru, Getty ni wengi She just pulled the
curtain on one side and stared at me with inquisitive
eyes. "Washroom ziko wapi?" I asked. She showed the
extension next to door that I thought maybe is an
improvised kitchen.
Nliingia huko. It had a flash toilet. Pants down and made
myself comfortable. I emptied what was emptied out to
bowl. Most home owners are familiar with standard toilet
tank systems. The flush mechanisms in standard toilet
tanks operate by pulling a handle or pressing a button
that activates water to flush waste matter down the
drain. This one operated by pulling a handle.
Upon flushing, the toilet tank refills to the set water
level. An S-shaped drainage line that sits upside-down,
known as a siphon, is connected from the bowl to the
toilet drain. When the tank empties water into the toilet
bowl, it creates pressure within the siphon, thereby
forcing the toilet bowl contents to get emptied.
After finishing my business I turned back to flash the
excreta. It was litiko! I unknowingly pulled
the handle so violently hadi ikakatika! . The
Handle in my hand had a longer string, the other shorter
string kakarudi huko ndani... Reality then hit
me. I felt sober for once and my head became very light.
My first thought, "These are my village people,
they never let me be! Why are they always after
me." Leave alone the blame games, this thing had to be
flushed Nisaidie idea wacha kushangaa pia.
Ona Sasa nmemaliza K**a 20 minutes sijatoka.
"Are you Okay?" I heard Getty ask from the door.
"Eeehh...mmmhh!" was all I could answer. About 30min
sijatoka. Wewe ungejibu nini?
IT WAS JUST JUZI LOADING

23/03/2021

IT WAS JUST JUZI
I tapped her right shoulder . She looked at
me with a smiling face then noticed that the woman next
to me was also staring at her and she asked... I am
certain I heard this, "Nikusaitie ache?" woooyiii... The
custodian of all the luhya accent! You be mumu!!
Such a beauty could shrub like that?
Sorry I judged her with the cover. I felt
disappointed but was it my mistake anyway? The fisi in
me didn't notice anything disappointing. I replied, 'Ooh
sorry, nlikufananisha kumbe!' I replied like that because
we had other ears from the audience next to us. The
middle-aged man next to her was also rolling suspicious
eyes at me and the old mama next to me. Sasa hapo
ningeji.express aje wewe? Leave me alone!
Silence fell within us but luckily as reached Nambale
market in Busia county, the old mama next to me
shouted to the driver, 'Shukisha!' Remember nowadays
mathree conductors' businesses end at the bus stop
and leave everything to the drivers because of limited
space.
I had to help her out of the mathree, this was an
obstacle to be frank. Finally, no one was as happy as I
was. I helped her carry her handbag out as she made her
way out the mathree. She thought I was helping her out
of my good upbringing but deep down I was sending her
away. 'Her space must be taken by the beauty,' I thought
to myself. She thanked me for the help and I gladly
replied, 'welcome mom!'
As I turned around to re-enter the mathree, I met the
greatest disappointment of my whole journey!
This man next to this beauty was handing over his
phone to her! "Weka namba yako hapo mrembo
tafadhali." As I passed between them I was crying from
inside! In fact I was bleeding! What a disappointment
from this son of a bitch! Kweli adui wa boy child ni boy
child mwenzake. I felt like punching him directly on the
face. I sat down and gnashed my teeth in anger.
I had to do something. But what could I do? I just had
to clinch to my glowing heart. I just folded my fists
stiff but who was I to punch? My opponent was
unaware! The funny thing is that Nko na bae na
nampenda. Usiniangalie na macho mbaya wewe
jua tu nampenda. Blame the fisi in me!
As I was in great dismay, I noticed the young lady look
back at me and then at the man. He was smiling
sheepishly in the mask She finally broke the
silence, 'Hey, sikuchui Sasa Mbona nipee mtu Mwenye
sichui namba? She handed out his phone back
to him. Woooyiii... I laughed. At least
he felt half of what I felt. But why the humiliation to this
man? Did she like me back? That's the ideal world
though
It was about 6:20 pm, we were soon approaching
Koyonzo a market next to Jinja on your way from Busia
to Bungoma. The beauty looked at me at the back and
said, 'Nakufananisha pia... unatoka wapi?' I replied very
fast, 'Pengine unanijua, natoka tu Bungoma... Kuja huku
nyuma.' She did not disappoint.
She came n sat next to me. Story time Sasa. Don't
worry, I know you want to know my name and her
name. Sorry! The story was about an obvious topic and
the boundaries the fisi in me could allow. We exchanged
numbers and the fellow fisi was burning up in Makasiriko
Don't mind him, I also ignored him.
By the time we reached the Bungoma bus stop, it was
about 7:10 pm. There were no people in the stage except
some fast moving people, watchmen and parked
vehicles. "Wakati wa kafyuu umefika! As we stepped out
the mathree, some people were escaping from the
Mathiang'i boys! We were no exceptions! We had to run.
We sped towards the opposite direction. I didn't know
this place very well because I don't come from town but
just Bungoma. Through thick and thin, she offered to
help me by offering me a place to rest for the night
because through the vichochoro we reached her place
near the booster at a place called Old Rex. My decision
to stay is the reason am here on this queue while
narrating to you... The most feared queue by most of the
population...
IT WAS JUST JUZI LOADING....

23/03/2021

IT WAS JUST JUZI...
When you pass through the VCT centre, there is always
that person that crosses your mind. 'Nkiwa nayo ni Huyu
tu' and you're always definite about your
instincts. As one of the victims I also have this special
person who reminds me that my body has a working
nervous system and sends shivers down my gut when I
think of visiting the VCT. Let's talk of these shivers.
True, it was just juzi. I was travelling from Busia to my
home town Bungoma. I had gone to Busia to buy some
stuff. Am this type and one of Bungomans who think
great stuffs like shoes and clothes that
are of a great deal or classy, must come from the
border. For you who's not one, just pass and know we
get them from Busia or Malaba.
So, here I was I was in a mathree at the far end in the
corner next to an old mama. Sai mnakaa Wawili kwa line
tu na mnawacha kiti kimoja katikati. Sai Kuna corona
banae... Seats next to us ahead had one middle-aged
man and a beautiful lady . When I say beautiful, I
mean it. I had a black laptop bag full of the said stuff. I
was belching frequently (thanks to the face mask) due to
some stuff I got from Nalongo. Nalongo...Nalon
go...Nalongo...Nalongo... Mmmh is a place! For
those who take sweet waters that Jesus Christ changed
from water, know that place. Leave alone the main road
that passes by the immigration office, on your right,
there is a muddy or sometimes panya root with an old
gate. Just through the gate, barely 100 metres away,
Nalongo stares at you on your left.
Here we were in a mathree, this old mama next to me
was a polisi, maswali mingi... I barely answered her
questions because I wasn't concentrating most of the
time. Akili ilikuwa huku mbele. The beautiful lady next to
me. The fisi in me could not allow me concentrate.
You might be wondering how I came to know she's
beautiful na hii face mask? Thanks to the fisi
in me. The forehead, brethren, wacha! On top of that,
She was curvy with a smooth brown skin. Bro, Ilikuwa
mali safi. With her around, how could I listen to this
mama next to me? I had to at least say hi! Singeangusha
boy child ...
I tapped her right shoulder, ....
IT WAS JUST JUZI LOADING...