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A few weeks ago, my friend told me that he had been robbed of a substantial amount of money, his phone and some other documents by unknown people he met in Nairobi. He says that he was walking along one of the crowded Nairobi streets, minding his won business, as permitted by the Nairobi City Council. He was then approached by a first person who familiarly greeted him and proceeded to *shake* his hand.The first person looked strange to him, but asked him if he could not remember him. He proceeded to *remind* him that they had met at his home area somewhere in Yatta.He even mentioned the name of a family member of my friend.He even asked my friend if he was going to pay his college fee,which surprisingly he was going to do.

Another second person then joined the first person, and the first person proceeded to introduce my friend to the second person as an old friend.The second friend then suggested they go for a cup of tea. my friend doesn't remember what happened after that, but ended up minus his personal effects.

I thought that my friend might have been under the influence of alcohol and that the story was a cock and bull story, until today.

Talking about today, I was walking along the streets of Thika, doing what is permitted by the Municipal Council of Thika.Someone, x, abruptly said hi to me. I said hi back, a 'who-the-F*(okay, who-the-hell)' look. He *shook* hands with me, and proceeded to *remind* me that we had met back home, and that he was a friend to my brother, who he proceeded to name(yeah, real name). He then asked me "how is college, is it Ruiru, or Juja?" I told him that it is fine and that I was actually in JKUAT(I am not there for the record). A second person, y, then approached him, and person x introduced me to person y. person y then suggested that we go take a cup of tea, but I declined saying that I was in a hurry.

Later in the day, I came across person x and y along a different part of the same main street in Thika, and again, they insisted that we go for a cup of tea, or they buy me sugar. again I declined.

If you think mine is a cock and bull story, suit yourself, coz it is not. Be afraid.

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