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The NOBLE, Kenyatta Avenue, Nakuru (2025)

13/07/2025

Minister of Youth & Gender Affairs in Botswana 🇧🇼

14/04/2025

"Omosh & the Bathroom Bandit"

It all kicked off on a Friday night. The club? Packed. The vibes? Unhinged. Lights were flashing like someone summoned a DJ straight from the underworld. And in the middle of it all? Omosh, just chilling—fresh fade, cologne doing overtime, minding his business like a saint in a den of sinners.

Then she showed up. Let’s call her Porcelaina, ‘cause her energy screamed ceramic chaos.

She clocked Omosh from across the room like a hungry hawk spotting a snack. Walked over like she owned the beat. No hello. No small talk. Just leaned in, lips an inch away from his ear, and whispered like the devil tempting a discount angel:

> “Let’s go somewhere private… like the bathroom.”

Omosh blinked. Thought she was joking. Bathroom? As in, public restroom? With questionable lighting and the scent of disinfectant and broken dreams? But nah—Porcelaina was already pulling him by the wrist like this was some twisted rom-com speedrun.

They pushed through the door, and instantly, Omosh knew he’d entered the abyss. The light flickered like it was haunted. One tap was dripping rhythmically—like it was counting down to a crime. A cockroach dipped behind the toilet like it didn’t wanna see this.

Porcelaina? She didn’t care. She had the look of a woman on a mission. She locked eyes with Omosh like he was the last man on earth and this was the last stall with privacy.

> “C’mon,” she whispered. “This’ll be fun.”

Omosh, standing there in that cursed bathroom, felt his ancestors whispering, “No, my boy… This is how bloodlines get cursed.”

The stall door wouldn’t even lock properly. Graffiti on the wall said, “REPENT.” The air was 97% humidity and 3% poor life decisions. And Porcelaina? Already hiking up her skirt like it’s Toilet Edition: Fifty Shades of Nah.

Someone knocked on the door. Hard. Like they were trying to bust in with the Holy Spirit.
Omosh took a breath, stepped back, looked her dead in the eyes, and said:

> “Yeah… I’m out.”

And just

26/06/2024

Determination+focus=success 😂😅

18/06/2024

Last time, German obsessed boys told us their machines switch of lights, fold mirrors and align their wheels to neutral position when they hit a single button on the key fob. I guess it was all jaba🤣