(Ossobuco story part 2)

Wuehhhh, it seems most of us have no clue about what ossobuco is, but please, don't be too curious, and if you are don't have it along Moi Avenue.. I'll attach a picture for those who just want to have an idea of how it looks. Welcome to part two of the story..

Jcole said that 'some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes' and I thank God for the meme makers cuz I really do quote alot from memes. Ok, this is so irrelevant,but I just had to put it out there. 

So we stormed out of that restaurant very angrily, cuz seriously that was uncalled for. We were so confused, so full, so angry and extremely thirsty. It was on a Saturday night and the city was quite busy. Watu walikuwa na maform aki and those people were not us. Sad.

Incase it's not obvious, we weren't able to have a drink, na ile kiu tulikuwa nayo maguys.. wacheni tu.. so we had to look for a place to quench our thirst, and cool down and just think about what had happened. Sisi Moja kwa Moja Hadi big square Moi Avenue...the waiters there took a whole hour before coming to serve us(madharao part 2), but we were calm cuz we knew that chances of being chased away were very minimal. (Hee,hizi restaurants za kuscan menu si zinaweza kuaibisha 🤣🤣story of another day)

8hours later, we got our milk shakes, we chatted as we 'looked' for form to no avail 🤣. We did whatever we was supposed to do and left. That was it...

The next morning, at 8am Nyams calls me, 'Hello Hun, uko poa? Kwani hujaamka?' I told her I was okay, and that I'd call her as soon I was up. She mentioned she wasn't okay but I told her that Mimi Niko sawa Kabisa, and that I'd call her soon. Intellects tunaamkanga any time of the day because time is a social construct. Lol

A few hours later, I wake up.. and as a civilized person, I call Nyams and ask her if she's okay and that I just woke up. She tells me she's literally fighting for her life because Japan motors! If you know you know.. it wasn't funny.. so I tell her what she needs to do and that hydration is key. I tell her that I need to start my day and that I'd check up on her later. Haha wacheni niwashow guys, no sooner had I put my phone down... 

I went to the rest room, and it was crazy.. literally crazy.. the last time I'd come close to death was when I had eaten some mutura from our hood, and all I can say is that I still have PTSD 6 months later. After a few hours of Japan motors, I call Nyams and now it's her turn to reassure me.. and then it hit us (Ossobuco!) So I get really bad and she comes over now, moral support Nini Nini... All I need to do is take water and kama yeye amepona, I'd be okay in no time.

At this time, I'm literally fighting for my life, with Nyams by my side.. for a moment there I thought about how if I'd died, the thing that would've taken me out would be ossobuco. Not Rona, not old age, not any other chronic illness but ossobuco. Shame!

There's nothing much that we'd have done. Just sit it out and wait till I got better. And I did get better. Five minutes later, after I got better, Nyams had a bathroom run..

And it was back...

Avoid ossobuco. At all costs.