How a Brown Leather Briefcase Beat a Platoon of Cops
Bhangi sio terere PART II: Shaking open Central Police gates for Carol
- April 14, 2018
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- MoreTegs
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Yes my friend. Where were we…yeah, why I am in jail.
Bhang! It’s the simple answer. Weed and me don’t get along very well. Makes me do crazy stuff, is what the illegal smoke does.
The last time I smoked weed before last Friday, I crashed into a wedding reception shirtless, convinced the bride...
Maish, Mama Nyokabi, hungry cops and my brown croc briefcase
- April 13, 2018
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- MoreTegs
Just the smoky tail of the noisy Kenya Bus is visible beyond the junction. The front half is hidden by the vibandas lining the road. It’s missing the last window pane too. I am fixated by the flapping piece of the polythene covering the hole. Looks like a panicky bird attempting to fly away off...
Bangi sio terere: A judge, an ogre …and boy do they hate Sufferer
- March 28, 2018
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- MoreTegs
You must be struggling to read this my friend. Terrible handwriting, I know. But it’s the best I can do under the circumstances. If reading becomes impossible, just smell it. Yep!
Now you have an idea what I’m living through. I’m scribbling it on my knee from the smelly inside of Industrial Area Police cells.
This yellow...
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