Beyond Constriction (In a town with tall erected buildings; busy streets, congested roaring engines, all-type people trickling up and down the streets, each minding own business apart from kamageras who'd grab people they make eye contact with asking them to board their nganyas by force. Opposite Old Tuskys Mall, there stands a restaurant decorated with chicken chips offer adverts. Inside; room UO17, on a bed, sat Omollo in his late 30s; well built man, dressed formally and his face covered with well-done blackish beards. He had just arrived and was unpacking his suitcase. He neatly set clothes aside and reaches a pistol and loads it with a bullet.) Omollo: I can't hold it anymore. (Holds the pistol to his throat and pulls the trigger, he nearly blows his throat). Knock! Knock! Knock! (Door knocks). (Hides the pistol under the clothes and gets the door). Ms Kamau: Here are your bathroom attires. (Enters and places them carefully on a stool close to a bathroom door). I'm a...
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