HOW DARE HE? ESCAPADES OF THE KENYAN CRAZY STREET FOODS. So about today, can we be a bit casual and talk about the streets? Shall we? Yes we shall. Now... straight ahead to a Kibandaski, where I normally converge a meeting of three guys, Me, I and Myself for lunch. A place where they know me well, infact, they call me kiongoss or mkuu and anytime I seat there I'm always like, "kama kawaida...." And something is done without delay. If you know you know 😄 So, this day, another nigga comes in and before he even places his seating allowance onto the benches, he goes like, "anything healthy?" With his hands akimbo. Tall and masculine as he is with a dark skin like one of a cobra. And I'm like 🙄🙄🤷🏿♂🤷🏿♂🤓 anything healthy?? What do you mean anything healthy? Then a deep voice inside of me begins to shout at him saying "Lost!" "Lost!" "Lost!" I kept peeping at him just to make sure that he is okay and not otherwise. Well, I...
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