Fried dough and Fatal blows😅😒

It’s funny how a single blue-and-green piece of paper can transform a person from a loving sibling into a tactical urban commando. One minute you’re an angel of mercy, coming to wake your brother for breakfast, and the next, you’re justifying a heist with the oldest African proverb in the book: “Cha kupata si cha kuiba.” (Finding isn't stealing).

Here is the chaotic saga of the "Infinite Mandazi" and the 100-shilling note that nearly cost you your skin.

The morning started innocently enough. I walked into Simo’s room, prepared to be the world’s best brother. My mouth was already open to say, "Simo, amka, breakfast is ready," but then I saw it. There, lying on the dusty floor like a gift from the heavens, was a 100-shilling note.

Now, you have to understand the economy of that time. 100 shillings wasn't just money; it was a down payment on a small village. It was wealth. It was power. My first instinct—my holy, righteous instinct—was to wake him up and say, "Simo, you dropped this." But then, a little voice in my head (which sounded suspiciously like a hungry stomach) whispered those fateful words: Cha kupata si cha kuiba. I didn't just pick it up. I snatched it with the speed of a cobra. I didn't even wake Simo. Why wake a man who is clearly too rich to notice a...