Obeezy Jon

Try try try. They can't beat a person who never gives up.

[Obeezy Jon @ObeezyJon]

@KCBInKenya @bulimo_joh77174 I have been providing my setails for one week now. Can you guys help me deal with this once and for all.

[Obeezy Jon @ObeezyJon]

Good evening, @KCBInKenya I was told the reversal in regards to case KCB-19301444-R1P0 was going to be done by the end of business day today. I'm being locked of of my house and i really need that money to pay for my rent. Can you guys assist me please?

[Obeezy Jon @ObeezyJon]

@KCBInKenya I'm in your WhatsApp and X dm and there's no response in both. Can your Customer Care guys call the recepient so he can approve the reversal.

[Obeezy Jon @ObeezyJon]

@KCBInKenya When will the reversal be completed? I need to pay my rent.

[Obeezy Jon @ObeezyJon]

@KCBInKenya I have an open case with you
KCB-19287839-K3G4 that I would like you to give an advice on. It has been a week of me being told to be patient. Can I please have a resolution or be told when it would be resolved?

[Obeezy Jon @ObeezyJon]

@KCBInKenya help me sort the case KCB-19287839-K3G4

[ㄖchibo @0chibo_]

Natoka hizi concrete blocks, na kwa ground I want to make some wrongs right.

Mzungu came and renamed our healing plants “weeds.”

Nabuild sth smart to reverse that, a way to identify Afrikan plants by their real names, use cases etc.

Wazee watachangia. The dataset starts empty. One plant at a time, itakuwa slow but sovereign.

[WiseOne💫💫 @JumaCJ1]

A single poisonous droplet taints the massive tun, spoiling every sip — symbolizing how one hidden grudge can corrode a lifetime of friendship, turning golden bonds to ash.

💫

[The Alago Prince From Keana @haderotaki]

After I am done, this desk will know a god wrote here.

[Obeezy Jon @ObeezyJon]

@MaxonAiro Mbona ukaa msee anapigwa ngeta?🤔

[𝐌𝐫.𝐊𝐀𝐋™ @dekim_Kalvino]

Nani ako na mahindi gorogo mbili nimpee woofer, I can't eat music

[Talisman🔫 @maximpelle]

Pale kibandaski unapeangwa chai iko at 100 degrees Celsius ndo ukule mandazi mia mbili

[Aleckie Ronald @SirAlexas]

Problem with our content creators is they never want to believe there are always bad days in office, and if go against them, or criticize them you are labeled as hater,

[Talisman🔫 @maximpelle]

Ile siku unataka kuenda mahali na luku safi ndo unapatanga Kenya Mpya wamebeba mpaka farasi huko ndani

[Evans Njogu @KarokiNjogu]

The promotion:

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[K. Kimuyu @wakimuyu]

Here are my books. They are all available @NuriaStore you can read the synopsis and reviews on @goodreads

[K. Kimuyu @wakimuyu]

I’m writing this on a Thursday afternoon at Java Kimathi. I’m upstairs overlooking Kosewe’s. My ears are full to the brim with a cocktail of the hooting of cars and the chatter of people. In front of me are three women; corporate types in skirt suits and lanyards choking their necks. Their attire and the gizmos on their table suggest they are middle management and the talk and heavy makeup say they are late thirties to early forties.

“Lakini Sammy anakuanga mpole,” the one in a ponytail chimes. You can tell she’s the nice one in the group. She breaks a french fry in half and dips it in ketchup then sucks the sauce on her fingers after swallowing it.

“Sammy ni wale machali wapole, lakini wakora chini ya maji,” the one in a blazer adds. She has a cunning face. One of those women who has probably eaten a lot of fare in her day.

“Machali wote wako na pesa ni wakora,” the one in a purple blouse with the cutest ribbon coughs, and they all break into a laugh. Their lanyards swing from side to side like pendulums, as if protesting, saying, “They should have just left us in the office and saved us the locker room talk.”

The sun is up in the sky casting long fingers of gold towards my table, amplifying my light skin complexion. Being lunch hour, the restaurant is packed, with very few empty seats.

“Do you mind if she sits with you?” A slender waitress looks at me with soft eyes and a soothing tone escapes her lips.

I lift up my face to take in my deskmate-to-be. A short, youthful, shapely woman stares back at me. She’s in a maroon dress that hugs her curves like a second skin. On her neck sits an oval face. Her gaze is soft as well, as if to say, “I have a thing for light skin men.” Well isn’t this a match made in heaven? But not too fast because below her breasts is a protruding belly… but what is a little baby to a match made in heaven?

Deskmate
“Hi.”

She sits across from me and the air thickens with awkward energy. Both of us want to bolt. I thumb my phone wondering if there are any empty seats at Kosewe’s. She thumbs hers with her tiny hands. She’s a small girl with a big phone so she looks like she’s holding onto a door for dear life. I want to laugh but I think about Sammy for a second and the laughter ebbs.

I lift up my gaze and our eyes meet. I hold her stare and she looks away. Yeah, now we know who wears the pants at this table. Just don’t give me her bill, haha. She has big, brown eyes that I want to get lost in and hope I never get found. And that jawline, I wouldn’t mind if it was preserved through my bloodline.

“Waiting for someone?” My words are a knife through the awkward tension.

“Yeah.”

The waiter comes to take her order.

“Give me water, I’m waiting for someone. I want us to eat together.” See, she’s a good person. Only good people wait so you can eat together. There is an intimacy that comes with sharing a meal. But the rest, the rest are treacherous and they act cavalier and say things like, “I don’t do this often,” or, “He’s nothing to worry about.” This lot won’t see heaven.

She makes a flurry of phone calls before my lips can part. And I wonder how she’s even able to lift up her phone. She talks in a corporate twang now, her voice honeyed, an updated version of what it was earlier.

She utters a few law words before thumbing the end-call button and dropping the phone on the table. There is a small earthquake. I’m not sure but judging by the commotion, I think Kosewe’s felt it too. I think about the number of fish that have just jumped out of people’s plates and I grin.

“So, you’re a lawyer?”

“No,” she looks at me with those big brown eyes and I turn into liquid, “I’m a banker but I work with lawyers.”

“How is banking?”

Her water arrives. The waitress almost places it on her phone but she moves it before she does.

“It has its moments but it’s tough with this economy.” She becomes animated and starts going on and on about something I don’t understand. I’m just glad she’s passionate and opening up like a blooming flower.

Boy Or Girl?
The person she was waiting for arrives. He is a contrast of her in almost every way. While she looks like she has been raised on cornflakes and freshly squeezed juice, he looks tough as nails. Like he has had to fight for every meal he has had. The kind of man who has made a living with nothing but his hands.

“Nilijua tusipopatana leo, hatutawai patana.” She switches from Oxford English to Gengetone after they shake hands.

“Na umekua mrembo,” he says, beauty distracting him from my “Habari yako” courtesy as he takes the empty chair on my right-hand side.

She blushes. “Bibi na watoto, wako vipi?” It’s an attempt to tell him to focus or to tell me, “I don’t know him like that.” I go with the latter.

“Ni wazima. Hata bibi ni mja mzito tu kama wewe.”

“Ni kijana ama msichana?”

“Kijana.”

“Hata wangu ni kaboy.” She laughs, her face beaming as if having a boy as opposed to a girl is a big accomplishment.

A table opens up and she leans towards me, “Nice meeting you. I wish we had more time to talk.”

“Nice meeting you too. We can talk after you’re done.”

“After I’m done I will come and say goodbye.”

I nod and open my laptop. When I lift up my shoulders the golden light that was kissing my skin has been replaced by white fluorescent light from the streets. The three corporate types left a while ago and on their table are a young man and a woman who seem to be on a date.

You can always tell the direction the date is taking by looking at the body language of the lady. And this one is going straight to the dogs. I wonder for a second if the spirit of the table has consumed her. You know, the spirit of, “Machali wote ni wakora.”

I turn my neck. She’s still here—the woman with the big, brown eyes I want to get lost in. I get up and pack my laptop in my bag. I think for a moment of walking to her table and tapping her on the shoulder. Who knows, she could become my banker, heck, I could even be a stepdad and teach my newly minted son how to kick a ball.

But instead, I find myself walking towards the exit. Today was the day for beautiful conversations and the joy of meeting a new pleasant person, not the day for Sammy, not the day for wakora.

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[Boniface @kilundeezy]

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