anthony_mungara

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My parents want to purchase 4 tomatoes/nyanya for us. Kindly suggest kitu btwn 8 to 30 million Kenyatta shillings. Reach out to me kwa dm .

Old money pick me

@KelvinHurting I'd have people guessing who I am not trying to put myself In their faces

Tungekuwa na hizi property ningekuwa Caribbean eating grapes off a latinas' bossoms, this app would never see me

I would look for one with my name on it like those coca-cola bottles 🥴

Hear me out.. your child should have some level of fear about you, kids who don’t fear any of their parents don’t fear anyone or anything and that’s a big problem..

@markmchuma would definitely need a black light before sitting anywhere in that room.

He is such a strong man❌ He is such a strong dog ✅

5 year old me finding out that 100 isn't the biggest number:

Every 20 year old thinks this until you get to 35 and realise they knew the world far better than you gave them credit for

Kila kitu Iko reduced to gender wars

i’m still of the opinion that, even if you weren't raised properly, you’re an adult now, you’ve mixed with people.. learn from them at least.

RT widely friends Missing person

@Kaluluu @Gichuru_Muiruri 😂😂🤧

@Gichuru_Muiruri Ni waganwo nyee

Most car reviewers save for Ibrahim Toloi and Earl Karanja are very shallow and superficial! What do you mean it has a “nice vent”😅

We get it! You hate men. You don't want sons. You'd rather be around bears. You don't wanna be married to men. You won't take a man's last name. Nothing you do is for a man. WE GET IT😂!

Working in Nairobi suburbs feels like every morning, you step into a version of life that looks like yours, and in the evening, you return to the one that actually is. You clock in at 8 and clock out at 5 from a 20-storey building with glass doors, biometric scans, and elevators that whisper. A few floors above you, lights are still on. People working late, because time there converts to money. Outside, the roads are wide. You pass by Karen Office Park, then roll past The Hub, wine shops, and coffee shops selling a cup you'll never afford. You’re still in work mode. Polite. Measured. Composed. You head downtown. Britam Tower cuts the sky. For a second, it feels like you’re part of it. You’re not. Traffic drags you further. You stop at Westlands Square, not because you need to, but to pause for a second. The commute slowly strips off the mask. Around you is fellow lower income employees rushing to beat traffic just to get home in time to sneak in a nap. You stroll into Sarit Centre to kill time. Inside, everything is controlled, light, temperature, and spending. Outside, a guy is selling smokies next to a car worth his lifetime income. Nobody addresses it. But it’s there. You don’t stay long. Across Waiyaki Way, Microsoft building stares at you as if to say, "You'll never work here." You board a Super Metro and pay 20 bob to Kangemi. Inside the bus, conversations switch language, not just words but weight. You put in your earpods, but you don’t play any music. Westlands is already saying enough. You stare out the window. Somewhere in that skyline, opportunity exists but not equally. By the time you reach Kangemi, the city drops the filter. You pass by your favourite local joint, but today, you sit a second longer. You check your phone, notifications from friends living both lives, one posting rooftop cocktails in Upper Hill, another asking for a connection, a job, a chance. Tomorrow, you’ll iron the same shirt and return to the suburbs. You’ll speak their language and play their part, but one thing remains clear, unless you break from that place, you'll never live in their world which you spend 8 hours a day building.

Nah nah, there’s a level of ass in music right now that has never ever existed

Why is the shadow not graduation😭😭

Nowadays unanusa tu pombe then fight for your life for 3 days straight 😫. A good dancer knows when to leave the stage

He probably infiltrated the organization as a rat one time

Every girl I met with her own crib lowkey been an alcoholic