Lets write a novel folks. All your creativity, story-telling prowess, command of the queen's language, real-life experiences....everything! - throw it into this novel that just might get published...

All u have to do is pick the story from the previous contributor and continue it in such a way that the story flows. If other writers are not happy with the direction your input is causing the story to follow, they will object and request you to delete the offending part. There are no limits to creativity! Who knows whether tyhis could end up a bestseller...

Here goes.

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Peris sat at the rear corner of the bus next to the window, bored, reflecting on the unfortunate course of joblessness that her life seemed to have embarked on. She was not happy. Far from it. She badly needed to get a job. It must have been…what, 2 years now? since she had started earnestly searching for a job. But even the regrets had long stopped coming now, despite the hundreds of job applications she had been writing.

Suddenly, her cellphone rang, as an unfamiliar number flashed on her screen.

‘Yes?’ she answered, curious who it was calling on such a hot afternoon, despite the open window of the bus where she sat.

‘ Good afternoon. Is that Peris? ’

‘ Yes, it is. Who’s calling please?’ She asked.

‘ My name is Agnes and we have received your application letter for a job with us. We have perused it and are willing to offer you a job but you have to come see us first. I am calling from...’

It was at that very moment that a street boy who had been keenly following the bus snatched her phone and quickly vanished into the teeming crowds in the street.

* Suggestion to muganda - the "get your groove on", does it work in such a high pressure, high tension situation? Anyway, on to the story

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As she ran along, she cursed her luck. "Why me? Am I cursed?" was what went on and on in her mind. "When I get hold of that stupid kid, haki leo atanitambua". That thought increased the adrenaline with her, and gave her the courage to start screaming "mwizi! mwizi! shika mwizi!". This kid had picked the wrong customer. She would not let it go without a fight.

Peris could not help noticing.... this tall guy.... don't i know this guy?
Is that you Jack ? Peris managed out of breath...




I cant help but ask WAZAUNS ndo kina nani hivi ?

(Tony stark, you are giving Peris a boyfriend too soon, ebu I extend from the matatu scene kidogo, with your permission to veto your “chips funga” version)

Jack bolted into the streets; crowds gave way as he dashed in and out of the pavement unto the road and back, between cars and jumping over curbs and hawkers wares. He took a backward glance at Peris and did not know what looked finer, her breasts or her hips; he instantly coined a name for her, “Miss boohips” for boobs and hips, giggled at his creativity as he run. Peris now run a good thirty meters behind him yelling “thief”.

Out of Peris’ sight but within earshot of her screams at the Nyamakima road junction, Jack turned left, as the pursuing group and yells soared, a fist landed on Jacks jaw, then a kick from a short bulky fellow who jumped from a flight of stairs at a shops entry, flooring him, and soon a crowd was upon him with clicks and blows. His pleas went unheeded, his life flashed past him, and he resigned himself to his fate with the thought “what goes around comes around”, “all those women I had played, are going to have their day”, the short bulky man was now pouring petrol on Jack.

Peris meanwhile had lost sight of the group and was headed towards river road. She changed tact walked to a payphone, made a call to her phone, it rang twice then gave a busy tone, She called again, and there was a response; “harro”, she thought to herself “it had to be a harro” and immediately went into negotiation mode, “please send a balance message to M-PESA from my phone I will call you back in a while”

A week later, Carol Mwegi gasped at the sight of Jack, she was his Personnel Director, and one of the sins that run through his mind as the petrol was poured on him. “what happened to your face”, she asked, “it is not only my face" Jack replied, “I have come for the interviews, I will be going back home immediately after, please have the lights in the board room dimmed and the table as stretched as possible the candidates will sit at the furthest end this time with you and the rest, I will sit alone”, as he left he caught the sight of some nice hips and boobs seated in the waiting room, “Its boohips” he thought to himself, she looked up and around but didn’t seem to recognize him. “You are going to pay”, he muttered below his breath “All this for a bloody Motorola C130”, “This will be easy, you are powerless before me, I will feast on you boohips and dump you without an explanation, kama ni kazi unataka, hautapata”. Seated next to Peris was Jim Ochieng, his eyes were fixed on Carol Mwegi”, he now wanted the job even more; “she is too hot a woman, real ‘cooperate style’ posh lady”, he thought “this is the company to be in”. “Carol” Jack called out, she strutted towards him and Jim almost stood up to clap “there will be no interview with me today, have them attach their photos to their C.V, give them the usual interview with your team, send the photos to my home, I mean photos plus docs, am off”

LIMAO

picking up where TONY STARKS and Jangwa la Jangili left off...


As an onlooker, it was easy to pick out the age-old quagmire manifesting itself. A good looking man in the middle of two women. Some say that even when man lived in caves, same situation presented the same problems.

Even more daunting were the profiles of the two women. You know the softer, nicer Peris - more sensitive, more attentive, more loving. Contrasted by the bolder "get-what-I-want-now" SUMTHUNG. If there's something Sumthung thought, she would speak it. 'Why bother keeping it in anyway?' And even in the caveman's days, a 'Sumthung' would be out getting her herbs and firewood at wee hours, never one to pay too much attention to rules. Men did not choose her, she chose her catch.

And so Sumthung was out on her lunch break, from her new management trainee gig. She was sporting a short curly bob-cut with a tinge of blonde; lilac blouse and a knee length pencil skirt. Her heels could not have been less than 6 inches high and yes; when she passed many twitched their nose on the scent of her fragrance. Jack hugged but held on a second, actually 5 secs too long.



But you would need to be a beggar, begging on the pavement, to notice the now forgotten street boy. Nobody knows his name, and he is used to being unseen. It takes a ghost to see another ghost. There's nothing so humiliating as not being visible in life. Put aside not having parents, fear of poverty, hunger and isolation, not having a name - nothing beats not being there.

The street boy would be noticed today with kicks and blows as is the custom. But life would go on. Or would he? The attention to him waned and he quickly put down the mobile phone and crawled away - unseen.



Nick was definitely not a beggar but he observed the going-ons unnoticed. He's only link to the equation was he was Sumthung's supervisor in her new job. He'd noticed her immediately she joined 2 weeks ago and he couldn't help leaving for lunch a few steps behind her every other day. Maybe a desparate act to pluck up his courage. Jack Black's tan, athletic body and height intimidated him.

The shriveled girth, wrinkly silhouette and the dilapidated one-eyed midget of a serpent that represented Kagui, brought misery to the party. The foul smell, worse than a cat’s carcass, betrayed worse off sufferers from the City’s lack of water. To complete the misfortune the ingenious scallywag said with his serpent in hand, “Give me the watch or I spray the two ladies.”

And then she woke up to find that its was all a dream.

'Whew, thank God,' she sighed with relief.

Then her eyes landed on the little alarm clock by her bedside table, a present from her once high school sweetheart, Jack - the mind works in strange ways.

"My God, is that the time!"

Two hours to her interview.

"I will never be able be able to make it," she exclaimed as she bounded out of bed and sprinted for the bathroom.

It was going to be another one of those days.