i went out collecting favours owed. there some people you cannot leave them with your debts.
i did alot of daring things. some of which ended with me unconsious.
i visited those people i thought i might miss once i am gone.
in my debt collection,i ended up sitting through two of the mega deals in energy of our times.(allocation of coal mining in kitui and construction of lamu port). i still have vested interest in the two. i will leave you to wonder how a mere thug managed that.
what i learnt is that our system is really system ya majambazi. the bigger picture is just a replica of what is happening mashinani.
so as the d-day approached i made peace with mysefl and retreated to rongai(in one of my last abode left to the family).
i acquired everything i needed for the suicide.
it wasnt much just an empty syringe and alot of naps.
as i was brooding counting minutes to the appropiated dying time. watching discovery channel on dstv.
my phone rung. the caller was enough mileage(this was how i had saved my wife after she left).
i ignored since we had talked face to face and i had informed her that she will never see me but it had been nice screwing her.
i continued ignoring her for like six to seven times. it went on as i picked to switch it off i accidentaly picked.
it was my daughter.
the conversation went on like this.
d:report reaching my desk indicate that you are going on a long journey(this is how we spoke to each other and her mastery of the queen’s lingo is impecceable. her mother teaches english).
me: ( at first lost for words)… thats is true dear.
d: so you have started lying? you promised to be there for me always? i know you commanded me to obey mum but i dont like the new dad. he doesnt put the princess(my daughter) first in everything he does… (pregnant silence)…
old man,what says you?
me: i will always be there. always obey your mother and honour and respect the new dad.
And thats how my long planned party and voyage to the underworld was delayed.
@Web Dev i am still looking for another reason to survive besides fulfilling my promises.
i enrolled for an acturial degree in multimedia which i am yet to start.
@shabba ranks(i thought you are a rastafarian) who should i be blaming for my wies
Trying to die before your appointed time is foolishness. You will have time to die later and you will stay dead for a very very long time. So why rush for what is inevitable?
life becomes so boring and empty sometimes
You stopped drinking?
Anticlimax… was looking forward to a more spectacular ending like fighting with a lion in the forest where you’d gone to hang yourself… or injecting a dose of heroin and waking up in city park after a 3 day blackout
Start living for others and see what difference it does to your life. There’s so much work to be done everywhere. You’re a teacher, which means you play a very important role in your students’ lives. My wife and I don’t have any kids yet, but I really love kids. So I decided to start a club at an underserved public primary school. I buy pizza for the kids, which they love, and we discuss everything, mostly science and career guidance. Last week we dissected pig hearts. I’m always thinking of interesting topics for them and that makes me feel so fulfilled. It has become the highlight of my week. So look for a way to give back to society and see how full your life becomes.
Such is life. At least proof that one can live 9 lives kama pussy and in this I mean a cat.
How come u allow another man look after your daughter but you can’t look after another’s kid?
I respect my primary school teachers. They made me and the work they do is not quantifiable.
I cannot say so for my high school teachers and I have nothing good to say of my lecturers but negative vitriol.
wish i could.
tried every method but none seem to work
Nobody love lecturers, they got no time to waste with students
where did you get this from.
i look after other men’s seeds.
it only that i havent found a woman who can put up with my lifestyle.
furthermore,i never ever wish to destabilise a stable family
hrhrhehr…
reporting as it happened.
i should have thought about spicing it up
hizi hekaya bila mbisha zimezidiii
Kawambui anatubebanga washenzi sana. Your imagination is very fertile. You coulda been a very good novelist but you’ve chosen to waste your crack-pot imagination on an anonymous message board. Sadness of life.
hehehe…
these things happened