Short but long trip to work

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Amazing number.
I really can't recall ever listening to reggae like that.

Sitting at the edge of the seat in this old mathree—ghai! You know that fear of collecting fleas and bedbugs from those torn, dusty seats?
Wah! Surely, they need to get these mats off the road.
Says Nelly who doesn’t even own a bike 😏

Alafu these small small bumps...
Boobs 👏 Ouch!!
Even the guy seated next to me felt my pain. Gazed at me with sympathetic 👀.

Ala! SMS from school.
Fees balance reminder 😐
Honestly, there should be a rule that debt messages only come after noon 😏
Who needs that kind of energy early in the morning?

OFA Mtaa bundle can be a con, by the way.
My one hour is about to expire and I’ve been listening to one song on loop ‘cause the internet did that thing...
Safaricom—monopoly madness.

Meeting at 8:30 a.m.
PRSSSS.
Can we just communicate all things big and small via email?
Just for one reason—I can’t keep time 🙆🏽‍♀️

Good thing though—
Carried ngwaci for breakfast.
Rice and cabbage for lunch.
40-years syndrome creeping in...
Internal pressure to eat right.
Guilt whenever I skip veggies for two days. Less red meat.

But sasa this kapottie...
Soon, guys will be congratulating me 🤔🤔
Ama I do sit-ups in the house?

Okay.
Just wishing you a good day ahead.


Comments

  1. AnnApril 17, 2025 at 3:57 AM

    Oh wow, this had me laughing😂, totally relatable!. Can we have more of these please!

    ReplyDelete
  2. NdutaApril 17, 2025 at 12:05 PM

    Glad you got tickled.
    Oh yes will capture more of these.

    ReplyDelete

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