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Cole Williams said:
Baada ya kufikiri kwa muda na kwa umakini wa hali ya juu nimeamua yafuatayo
1. Carbamazepine nampenda kweli na atabakia kuwa wangu
2. Tuhuma zako my ndugu andjul hazina ushaidi
3. Labda siku unipe ushahidi unao weza kuonekana
4. Na hata ushahidi ukiwepo nitafanya tathmini
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Usha rogwa wewe,sio akili zako hizo.Nakataa,kwetu hatuna mtu wa aina yako...Hata mjomba ako Mwaikonyole akisikia atasikitika sana[emoji23] [emoji23] [emoji23] [emoji23] [emoji23] [emoji23] [emoji23],mtoto wa Mwalukuta alikuwa kama wewe,walizunguka nae saa hivi amepona.Lakini ameachana na yule mwanamke..
 
A man leaves his house every morning to walk to work and passes a mental hospital surrounded by a wooden fence. Every morning the patients are out in the yard and he can hear them saying in unison,

“10, 10, 10, 10, 10”.

One day, he gets curious and looks through a hole in the fence.

Suddenly, a stick shoots out and pokes him in the eye.

“***! He says to himself.”

While walking away pissed off he can hear the patients saying,

“11, 11, 11, 11, 11”
 
“Yeeeeeeeees?“

When I was a child my family moved to a big old two-floor house, with big empty rooms and creaking floorboards. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I came home from school. One early evening when I came home the house was still dark.

I called out, “Mum?” and heard her sing song voice say “Yeeeeees?” from upstairs. I called her again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in, and again got the same “Yeeeeees?” reply. We were decorating at the time, and I didn’t know my way around the maze of rooms but she was in one of the far ones, right down the hall. I felt uneasy, but I figured that was only natural so I rushed forward to see my mum, knowing that her presence would calm my fears, as a mother’s presence always does.

Just as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself in to the room I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother call “Sweetie, are you home?” in a cheery voice. I jumped back, startled and ran down the stairs to her, but as I glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack. For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there, and I don’t know what it was, but it was staring at me.
 
All I saw was red

I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. “But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don’t even peek in there.” I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. “By the way who is in that room?” She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red.
 
I2. KUPIGA CHAFYA (SNEEZING)
Mara nyingi tunapiga chafya pale pua
zetu zinapokua zimejaa bakteria wa
magonjwa ambao hawahitajiki
mwilini, Vumbi pamoja na takataka
mbali mbali zilizoingia kupitia pua.
Hivyo kupiga chafya ni kitenda cha
mwili kujisafisha kwa kuyatoa hayo
matakataka nje yaliyoingia mwilini.
 
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