7 years today. I was once tricked in buying the electric torch.
You see, I am not a friend of darkness. So one day, Kimani convinced me enough that it was a good idea, I should procure this device to protect myself from " Watu wa ngeeta," so I bought one. I requested Kimani to let me test the device on his skinny ass but he declined, telling me that he once he electrocuted a full-grown elephant with it.
That night, I took one too, many, and because I was totally harmed with an electric torch nikaamua nitembee home. I had not walked half way to home when I was grabbed by what felt like a crane. I was floating mid-air as I struggled to reach my electric shock torch to save myself. I reached it while trying to get some air in furtile.
I electrified whoever was giving me a lift to almighty. Wapi....... I reached to hold the hand around my neck, and it felt like a piece of mugumo tree. My torch did nothing. The giant idiot grabbed the katorch from me, and he directed it on my buttocks.
I haven't screamed that loud in my life. He let me go and gave me a hard kick kimadharau, leaving me on the ground, minus my wallet.
Damn electric torches.
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