Omondi and Kamau cannot live without each other... Yes.

1. Kamau akinunua plot.. . Omondi is the Architect.
2. Kamau akijenga ploti... Omondi is the Tenant.
3. When Kamau is sick.....Omondi is the doctor
4. Kamau owns a matatu.... Omondi is the Mechanic.
5. Omondi aking'oa leri...Kamau is the scrap metal dealer...etc etc
Maisha iko namna hiyo huku nje. Hawa wote wanapika chai using uhuru's milk cookin with Raila Odinga's gas Embrace peace. We need each other.
#VotePeace Alafu uendelee kula kwa macho.

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