a brief history to the d-day is as follows.
i used to live for closely intertwined lives but as seperate as day and night.
i live on the fast lane in the underworld.
i was a perfect mama’s boy,going to school like the boys of my age( my mother doesnt know i was a thug and married).
i was a married family man with a daughter and twelve other women with my biological kids.
i was an astute bizman and a first class broker and conman. i can actually sell you your kidneys.
then i was a thug.
juggling all these lives was time consuming. it kept me busy and life was bliss. i was happy and didnt have an idle moment.
as time went by they started disintergrating.
the first to go was the thug ways. which i was doing for kicks anyway. after i took stock of my gang once and realized only four were left. they were of no much use to me. they had kinda defected.
five were dead. one was now farming back home after surviving a robbery count. the only girl had gotten married and gone back to school(she finished a nursing dip just the other day). my deputy(my only friend in the whole universe) is still in king’ong’o with attempted murder and a robbery count.
then i who decided to also quit and concentrate in biz,education and family life.
the bachelor degree in statistics i was doing to please my mother was the secong live to terminate. i just woke up one day in the middle of the semester and decided hii ni upuss. just left.
then business was the third. i just gave half share to all my employees who had been running my smes(these i had started back in high school,when i had impregnated somebody’s daughter and became a family man at 17).
the only biz left was brokering(legal and illegal things). at this juncture my drinking became too bad. i had to visit a rehab out of my own violation(those in klust can remember).
i needed to give full attention to my first family. fuck the rest(out of the 12 seven had married).
the rehab didnt work .
my wife couldnt handle my increased presence at home.
she wondered what i actually did for aliving.
lied i was a civilian CID(my payslip was in liquid cash).
early last year the final blow fell. she was leaving to be married by a normal man,an accountant in the school she got permanently employed.
i was now left with tudeals,hoes(i have also been to where kidinyi and karl are.life feels so empty),the bottle and my weed.
the afterlife always fascinated me so i planned my suicide eight months prior.
i was to die on 1st september 2015. in a very unconvectional manner- an induced heart failure(i would pump 100ml plus of air into my blood system through a vein).
i arranged for the crematorium to burn me.
then i drafted a will like document(which i actually witnessed being carried out) it divided whatever i owned to my 13 kids and the part i had allocated for relatives was to go to them after i had died.
one week to suicide…
Volition .
fundah… weka hekaya in full, you foolish fool, full of foolishness in a foolish way
Siku moja uwongo itakuuwa
Tukania changaa na maaî, îo ya ûmûthî nihîu mûno
Bangi iwe huru alienda wapi?
i miss my Fernando!
I LUH’D YOU BISH!
This guy is 24 years old, sired 13 kids before and have started many successful business ventures since he was 17yrs. Your imagination is so fertile for a fiction writer.
hapa tunataka mbisha ya vitu kadhaa
it is a hekaya @webdev
you dont have to beleive anything in it
check the new post.
it be should be somewhere there
How would injecting air into your veins kill you? Assuming there’s no connection between your left and right atria, you would just breathe it off through the lungs.
thina ni mwarimu.
so my fiction doesnt even tally?
funny thing most of it happened
Kawambui ndugacoke gutukua uguo
try it and bring the results.
it causes a fatal and major heart attack.
you should get a biology refund
rora gikingi kiu kingi.
nindarikia
How? Details please.