CSI Tamasha

Chapa Shtua Ilale Tamasha

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After a wonderful lunch date on Friday (extended till midnight) my body was on shutdown mode and I slept till Sunday lunch (save for food and relief breaks). I then get a call from my boy Talin that there's a plan to watch ManU/Liverpool at Psys LA. Given that I'd missed my Tusker, I was ndani immenjiate; maximum psyche, minimum resistance. The game was OK but each of the boys we were with, bailed immediately after. I was just getting into the Tusker flow so I decide to call on the always reliable Obamba (aka Sgt Delko).
I pitiad for him at his place enroute to Tamasha (aka the Scene of the Crime). We fika there and its emputty bolite so we have a pick on where to sit. We do the strategic thing and take a seat by the windows(?) <---the paneless ones. As surely as Rihanna's voice is nasal, the bambas start streaming in as night falls. Two by two, one for each eye. Looking tamu-est, looking lush. I chapa Horatio Caine pose1 (lowering shades)
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We are joined by Delko's biashara buddy and the drinks are flowing. Kedo 4 Tuskers in, I see a ka-bamba at the ka-corner of my eye (I did spy). Tsululu from behind perfect. Slender from neck downwards then suddenly pap! Right below the waist an Al Shabaabic explosion of diab!! I signal Delko to run face-recognition software and compare hers against hotness. He comes back with a positive match! We have a susbect! I drop my handkerchief to signal the beginning of the battle and right on cue Delko issues her with summons. She walks up to me and I say "hi". I give her Horatio Caine pose2 (eyes looking over shades)
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Then usher in the "ambapooooo!" Im busy interrogating her for clues but the other agents are trying to muddy the waters. Mara one agent is throwing a rao contaminating the crime scene, sijui her accessory to the crime is cock-blocking tampering with evidence. I reassign Delko to apprehend the accomplice and proceed with interrogations. By the time the accomplice is released for being unacceptably down lack of evidence, the case against Al ShaDiab is overwhelming. I sentence her to one night hard labor Chez Milo Maximum Security (CMMS). I gather my evidence and head to the patrol car leading the susbect away. Her accomplice's pleas for cash bail and leniency fall on deaf ears. We fika CMMS and in true cop fashion Al ShaDiab undergoes a strip search. I piremba pat her down and ask her to spread them. I twanga Horatio Caine pose3 (kneeling on one knee)
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Vaa-vaa gloves *cough cough* to preserve evidence and....
Next day the susbect is released having served her time. As I watch her walk to the bus stop I unleash Horatio Caine pose4 (hands akimbo sideways).
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See you soon bamba...