Nairobi Half Life Page #3

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What? Come where?

The way your game is down

with your tiny snake dick?

You and your small dick can go

and get f***ed elsewhere. Useless git!

Oti!

Hi. You're out?

Am I not a citizen?

Who's this idiot?

- My friend.

Dude, get busy!

What do you want me to say?

- I've missed you. - I've missed you!

Chill...

- Stop that!

Chill. Don't be scared.

What is it? - I don't have money.

- Money is not the issue.

Touching is free.

But if you come, you pay. Cool?

Take it easy. I'm hot 24/7.

- I don't have money. Stop it.

What's her name?

Amina.

Amina?

She's hot!

So where do you live?

We'll go there later.

Hey, Oti! What's up, boss?

How's it kicking, Waf?

- The cops can't hold you.

Hey, Oti, who's this?

My pal Mwas. This is my gang.

I saw you guys working earlier.

There's a lot of work.

By the way, Oti,

there's a job in Ngara. What do you say?

A well paying job or not?

What? Ngara? That's where the cops shot

the hardcore criminals. Look at him!

That's stupid. Do you want to die poor?

We have to live large.

We have to live it up!

Oti's right.

That's the way it is, guys.

Mose, are you buying or am I?

- I'm buying, you order.

Mum, Nr 65 and the soup of the day.

- Same here.

Move aside, mistress.

All you bring is distress.

What are you writing?

- Lyrics.

Are you an artist?

Mose wants to be a star like Kidum.

This is Nairobi. You can't

make it here without connections.

But you can, if you know a few cops.

What are you talking about?

Do you want to get shot by

the side of the road like that Meru guy?

What did he do?

He was an informer.

He ratted on some guy from Majengo.

When the guy got out,

the informer was gunned down.

- God!

Oti's asleep.

I want to sleep, too.

How many people have you robbed

to afford those clothes?

Not as many as you've f***ed.

I know what you're thinking.

What?

Why do I do it?

Because the pay's good.

How much?

500 a day.

I didn't mean that.

How much do you charge?

That depends.

Between 50 and 5,000.

So I can have you for 50?

Never!

So can I ask you what your plans are?

I want to go to school,

become a beautician

and open up my own salon.

- Sounds good.

What about your parents?

My mum has disowned me.

If my dad knew what I was doing,

I'd be dead.

Welcome to the home of rejects!

I have an appointment.

Dude, push the cart. Come on!

What? Me?

We'll walk up front. If the sh*t

hits the fan, we meet at the base.

How are you, officers?

- Young man,

what are you singing?

- It's God's...

Where are you taking all this weed?

Officer, I'm saved.

So if we spray you with bullets,

we'll miss you?

But the choir of angels

will sing for me.

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