Nilikuwa natembea barabarani. Nikamuona 50 cent alikuwa katika morning stroll.
Nikamtazama anakuja,amebeba walkman,masikioni kwake ameweka earphones. On his side,underneath his jacket there was a bulge,yaani,ile walkman.('walkman' maana yake music device).
Tukapishana. I was about to say to him,"You know,you look just like 50 cent" . But somethinh about his personality stopped me from saying it.
He was looking at me. And in his eyes I saw like he was seeking benediction from me for something he had done,something wrong he had done,like killing somebody. I just looked at him begninly and passed him.
Why am I writing this? No one will believe it.
Why do I say it was 50 cent? Because three days before the incident I had been watching a movie about his life,starring Curtis Williams.
Nikaenda mbele kidogo palikuwa na library,walikuwa Afro American fellows wamekaa wanavuta bangi. Wanavuta bangi pale,right outside the library.
Nikawauliza,"Excuse me,does 50 cent live around here?"
Akanijibu yule jamaa( his mind scarred by drugs).
"WE ALL 50 CENT.'
Basi,nikaondoka in frustration. Of course sikuelewa right away kwamba jibu lake lilikuwa linamaanisha kwamba naweza kupata mkong'oto kwa kuuliza maswali kama hayo.