THE JUNGLE.
Being born in KEHANCHA, I didn't know about pizza til some Lady, a second year beautie asked me to buy her one. I thought it was something that cost in the boundary of 50-150 shillings .
"It won't dent my pocket anyway" I confronted myself, knowing I had remained with 1000 from my pocket money which I had to do some shopping for upkeep as I wait for 4 weeks to elapse to exam period. I suggested we go to Ananas mall outskirts if Thika town lucky enough this mall has an underground restaurant at the entrance so we had to pass by and check in for this delicious pitzza!!
I gave the cashier a sharp-edged thao in the hope that I'll get back sh. 850 as change on the minimum. The bootylious cashier who was cuter than the skunk I was spending my money on gave me back 200/= smiling. I felt this was a daylight robbery intelligently executed but as a gentleman I pretended everything was OK.
In reality I was broken, destroyed and massacred internally. Boychild was under siege I wanted to cry. Buying that chapatti created a gap hole in my pocket. I did not have appetite to taste it. The young lady chewed it all as I sucked a bottle of bitter sprite next to her. Walking back hopelessly to my keja without shopping my gas was almost empty, no unga no soap.....!!! With only 100/= in my picket another 100 we used it as transport from that mall😢😢😢 I felt lighter than the duties Ann Waiguru asked from the government before resigning from the ministry of Devolution.
From that day I developed deep-seated hatred for pizza. I hate pizza with my whole heart 🤔🤔. Folks I hate pizza, I hate it. I hate pizza from its name, its manufacturers and its consumers. I hate that thing!🤦♂🤦♂🤦♂
"It won't dent my pocket anyway" I confronted myself, knowing I had remained with 1000 from my pocket money which I had to do some shopping for upkeep as I wait for 4 weeks to elapse to exam period. I suggested we go to Ananas mall outskirts if Thika town lucky enough this mall has an underground restaurant at the entrance so we had to pass by and check in for this delicious pitzza!!
I gave the cashier a sharp-edged thao in the hope that I'll get back sh. 850 as change on the minimum. The bootylious cashier who was cuter than the skunk I was spending my money on gave me back 200/= smiling. I felt this was a daylight robbery intelligently executed but as a gentleman I pretended everything was OK.
In reality I was broken, destroyed and massacred internally. Boychild was under siege I wanted to cry. Buying that chapatti created a gap hole in my pocket. I did not have appetite to taste it. The young lady chewed it all as I sucked a bottle of bitter sprite next to her. Walking back hopelessly to my keja without shopping my gas was almost empty, no unga no soap.....!!! With only 100/= in my picket another 100 we used it as transport from that mall😢😢😢 I felt lighter than the duties Ann Waiguru asked from the government before resigning from the ministry of Devolution.
From that day I developed deep-seated hatred for pizza. I hate pizza with my whole heart 🤔🤔. Folks I hate pizza, I hate it. I hate pizza from its name, its manufacturers and its consumers. I hate that thing!🤦♂🤦♂🤦♂
Comments