This is to those demanding a Kamau Wa Tatu story. It seems to vindicate Kuria Mwangi's assertion on Kamau and Ulevi. One of the downsides to the story is that the Kamau also has Michael as his name. I am almost sure he got this name later. AAL the Michaels I know or have heard of a great people. Here goes.
For one Mt. Washington, Pennsylvania, resident, it was the weirdest night of
his life. For Michael Karanja Kamau, it was just a really cold, drunk
night. Police say the 33-year-old Kamau, from nearby Cranberry, broke into
someone's apartment and, in an attempt to get warm, crawled into bed with a
strange man. The sleeping man, thinking the person joining him in bed was
his girlfriend, called out her name. Kamau answered, in his deep male
voice, "No, it's not." (Now, think of that for a moment: A very cold morning following a very cold night. You think you girlfriend has arrived and imagine the end of cold is nigh. Instead of getting a soft 'Yes Darling, it's me' you get a very deep voice. A simpler mortal can very easily become past tense, as Whispers would have said.)
The sleeper jumped from the bed and grabbed a baseball bat, holding Kamau at
bay with it until police arrived to pick him up. Some wonderment here. Do guys keep those bats so close? Wasn't Kamau lucky that the Sleeper did not have a gun? Had the Sleeper been from the opposition, sexually speaking ( i.e of the opposite sex) Kamau would have been in some soup that cannot be said to be cold. The cops found the doors to the apartment had been broken into. While cops agree that Kamau was drunk, the official release said he wasn't so drunk he didn't know what he was doing. Talk about a nightmare!
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