i am on my sixth naps na bado sijaanza kuona dimdim…
all my faculties are functioning straight.
i am to start mixing.
through with marking exams and all pointers indicate the school i was offering my services might not need me.
i appeal to all ktalkers of goodwill who might services of a reformed ex thug to consider me.
the other only resort is drink myself to death.
as algernob said" drink away sailor".
but i am wondering why life had to be so meaningless at the end?
you were born… your fate decided in a few minutes and by circumstances. you screw or be screwed multiply grow old and at the horizon you can always see the angel of death(izraili by pork eaters) beckoning you.
you leave your progeny either with a kasomething or without…
but life continues…
but i would fault you people for not understanding people from ghetto.
most of them turn out to be thugs.
leave that alone(they are better dead
hii yako ni nikuache uishi nawe vilevile uniache niishi, wakupora mwenzake ni nani? ukipata kidogo tosheka nacho (hicho kidogo mimi kama raia mfuata sheria nakosa saa zingine na natulia tu nikisubiri bidii yangu ya keshoye), hamna haja ya kumpora masikini mwenzio ama kumlemaza akikosa…sio masikini pekee bali raia wote
You will be surprised on how many people came from the ghetto. Look at Peter Kenneth, his pals in Bahati slum in Eastland are still chewing mogoka at Kata mingi base and drinking tots of Bravo. Life is what you make it.
huyu ni mvivu boss (yuatafuta shortcut maishani), ironically most thugs hurt their fellow ghetto neighbours…hii tabia yapasa kukoma coz not all ghetto residents r thugs
iko mwarimu kwetu alikua Na chida kama hii ,but mwisho after kuona dagitari wakapata ako Na bipolar disorder, sijui kama ni ugonjwa ama ni kipawa,nieleseni priss
sometimes when am bored i drink water just to shock my liver
Endelea kijana. There is no point engaging in drawn out arguments with fate. You will still go down no matter what.