The mesmerizing viral story was first published on February 8, 2017, on a said Uber driver's confession of his encounter with a client described as an armed ruthless soldier.
Ten days later, it had accumulated over 4900 comments, 7300 likes and 5544 shares on various social media platforms.
Publishers and filmmakers had contacted the Kenyatta University School of law graduate expressing interest in a potential production partnership.
The author, who is barely weeks old at the Kenya School of law in an interview at KTN News on Friday said he had earned the name 'Chanchori' in high school.A name his friends developed from an unintended shuffle of Chinese names.
He revealed that his computer had crashed minutes after he started writing the story forcing him to use his phone and had not imagined it trending as has been the case.
"I never expected more than thirty likes as usual from my friends on social media. It has shocked me, I did not know it was such a great story," he said.
He confirmed that the story had been a creative piece and not a true confession because he does not own any uber and was not aware of such an experience in real life.
This is a section of the story.
I have nothing against normalcy. It is what our ancestors fought and died for all those years ago. It is what soldiers are dying in Somalia for. For the right of Kenyans to lead their normal, boring lives.
Because that’s what peace involves, you know? Peace is normal. Peace is boring. You wake up from your boring bed in the morning and say “good morning” to your uninteresting wife and she smiles and says good morning to her uninteresting husband.
Maybe you have a quickie before it is time to jump of out bed and grab a shower. Which is quite normal. Or she is on her period and you’re horny so you masturbate in the shower. Which again is normal.
Then you have to make sure your normal kids are ready for normally uninteresting school and then they are off. And you have to come to your uber driving job which forgive me for saying, is pretty boring.
If I had to drive around Nairobi for a living, I’d probably turn into a serial killer and follow my passengers home and kill them in their beds just to sweeten my life up. I mean, who’d ever suspect a taxi driver, right?
At night, you drive back home to your wife and you’re both too tired to have an interesting shag so you just grab another shower and collapse in bed like a log. Before you know it, you’re sixty with one foot in the grave.
And that’s OK because you have lived an entire lifetime. But the thing about peace is that people forget to live, you know? I mean, when was the last time you smelled a rose and realized it doesn’t smell good?
When was the last time you went to watch a performance at the Kenya National Theatre? Leave that. When was the last time you spanked your wife’s ass? When was the last time that the both of you played around like children?
When was the last time you chased her around that cheap apartment of yours? Peace will do that to you.
You will get comfortable with life, focus too much on earning a living, then completely forget to live. What’s the essence of living then, huh?