The ugly side of this life is that a time comes when the head starts to have cobwebs.
When that time comes, one starts to forget things.
However, the handsome news for you is that I have the memory of an elephant, whatever that means.
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So I vividly recall that I mentioned here some months back that the Nyagenkeans don’t grow meat in their farms.
My kinsmen have perfected the consumption of leaves.
If I say that the Nyagenkeans don’t like meat, I should be accused of playing hide and seek with truth.
Sometimes I find myself in the backstreet food joints of my hood including Villa Rosa- Nyagenke Campus and Nyagenke Kichwa and Kiongo Hotel.
These are some of the hospitality establishments that sell things that look like meat.
The relatives of meat sold at Villa Rosa include hoofs, tongues and heads of goats.
You already know that yesterday was Xmas and the Nyagenkeans did not choose to remain behind as the celebrations went on across the world.
As an idling specialist, I took time to idle and did not leave my four eyes behind.
I had a chance to spot our kinsmen who had come for Xmas from the city and were speaking in foreign tongues.
One of them is my retired classmate who resides in the city of kidnappers and has since acquired a Genetically Modified Accent (GMA).
My idling also facilitated more seeing of more things.
One of the things was a high concentration of human beings at the door and window of Nyagenke Digital Butchery.
Inside were two cows and a goat in their past tense status.
The establishment belongs to the husband of my aunt Keremensia.
The Nyagenkeans, they who hardly manage to grab a chance to eat meat had come for it this time.
I suspected that they had suspended their leaves eating experience, but not for long, for Njaanuary is not far.
Acha niende hivi nitaridi kumaliza story.
- NyagenkeThingz 🏃🏽♂️
