Nairobi Half Life Page #5

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Don't, Oti!

5,000 can't even buy us all

a whore on River Road.

What's this?

- He's my guy. Let him talk.

Dude, here's the situation...

Have you lost your mind?

- Listen, crazy man,

I'll give you 5,000...

and 500 more, OK?

8,000.

Don't be stupid. 5,500.

Hey, stop being so pigheaded!

Where are you going with my stuff?

6,000.

8,000.

6,500. My final offer. Am I going to pay

for your whores and condoms, too?

Add 500 for fuel.

You're a fool.

Now get your arse over here.

Now go f*** yourself. F*ggot.

No problem.

Dude!

Idiots!

Well done, dude!

You're my guy!

Didn't I tell you I know how to hustle?

Stop it, dude!

Talk to me.

Oh... Madame!

Yes.

Tomorrow's OK.

Listen to this, guys!

Hi, guys.

Mojo Jojo, Ministry of Evil!

Hey, Mwas, are you a guy of pints?

Let me throw you one in Westie.

OK.

Right. Let's go.

I don't understand.

She's with a customer.

Dude, give her this.

Let me go distribute the rest.

Mwas, what do you say?

Why not give me 100 and I'll do you

so good, you won't be able to... - No.

You're mean! It's only 100.

OK, let's make it 50 and I'll show you

styles you've never seen before.

Imported styles.

50 is fine, OK?

Right, 20. My last offer. I'll tell you:

you'll be back for more tomorrow!

Get out!

Get out, I'm on the job!

What?

I thought you were in trouble.

I know.

Thanks anyway.

Here.

There I was, getting of the bus,

when more than fifty gangsters

attacked me. They stole

everything I had, even your stereos.

I woke up in hospital with stitches.

- My friend...

In hospital, with...

I'm sorry!

Sorry broke the white man's china.

You're lucky you're my relative

or I'd have killed you.

Get up.

Come on!

What car did the Luo guy want?

- He wanted a VX.

Who are you doing business with?

- They're my old mates.

Why can't they

steal the cars themselves?

They could,

but they want to work with us.

Why?

Because they trust me.

We've never carjacked anyone before.

That's why we've never made 100,000!

I have to ask Dingo.

My cut is 30,000.

No problem.

Talk to me. - How much to Westlands?

- 500. - Make it 300.

Add 50 as we go, OK?

What's up? Get in.

B*tch, don't look behind you!

- Oh, God! - Turn a corner here.

Guys, I believe in you.

- There's only two people in that car!

What did you say? How many people?

- Two!

Don't worry about it.

There, they're slowing down.

Get out!

Get out!

- Get out and don't look at me!

Living it up like pimps!

Motherf***er, this is the sh*t!

Dude, this isn't work, man!

- Check this out! - I see it!

Check out the high tech stereo, man!

Look at us living like pimps!

This is the meeting place.

Where are your guys?

We had a deal.

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