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True Justice

It was a sunny Thursday afternoon as I walked down the streets of Nairobi. I was super happy, I just got paid and I was heading to the bank.
It was my first job and this was my first paycheck. Now I could save money and move out of my parents house. My father was asking for rent for living in his house.
My lady was also on my case. She started working a year ago, now she feels rich and wants a man who can maintain her status.
Mr. Joakim was going to be happy to know his investment would not go to waste. He told me to work somewhere else and depending on my progress he would offer me a chance to play with the 'big boys of accounting in Nairobi'
My life looked like it was taking an upturn for the best. Nothing could go wrong.
"Kijana wapi pesa?"
"Kijana nakuongelesha."
I was still dazed. I tried recollecting myself.
"Sijaibia mtu. Hizo ni pesa zangu." "Angalia receipt niko nayo kwa mfuko."
The clever bastards had even taken my receipt. I wiped the blood across my nose.
I had been ambushed by thugs and when I gave chase, they immediately turned on me and started a mob justice.
As I bled and received my blows, I reflected on how today was to be my best of days. I figured death has a sick sense of humor.
They finally got tired and left my limp body. Women and children passed around to avoid the gruesome picture. Men stood in front, feeling proud they had rid the world of a thief. I had learnt my lesson never to steal again.
The sun was setting. The loud music of Nairobi's matatus was among the last sounds I heard as I drifted off. Everything was turning white, and my body was becoming cold. I put a smile on my face. I was going to die without any regrets.


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