THE IRONIES OF MA SANE MIND

At the end of day will ya have an irony of your life or Love?

For its X mass month and the end of year is here. You like I have long awaited the festivities that come along with these seductive packaged season. But oh my oh my only the Lord if he could had been Santa knows. Gifting us with the loads of red and white souvenirs and boxes that our wallets never tend to configure to affording till late of year.

But was I really about Christmas? Oh nop! I am here because of you and I.Friends they normally there to support us and help us. But I have ever encountered friends with gift packages that are custom made for their own consumption. Like Willy a banker would come to me a mechanic and we would share stories of our lives or past and experiences yet…

When Willy bought a vehicle he went to the other garage in town to kanja (cash) the most executive car repair place in town with all his monies. Nowadays he rarely does tag his ass on the stone by my mabati garage for a piga domo venture of our humble days. Styling a grey Nissan he waves as he passes by for he even shifted from your kuleni shida estate.

So I’m not perturbed as he got a very lavish darling that makes his days worthwhile.Not until he started getting hooked to a bevy of rogue asses. And he started avoiding not only my calls but also his wife’s and his house presence and matched into lavish hotels.Then came the bank loan that he had never cleared.

By the time my garage was booming and I adopted one with an investor,Daimlertech,in the motor vehicle industry that awarded me a Discovery. As I moved closer to his Runda neighborhood from Carlif he moved closer to the noose.Life at times takes a turn.

The girlfriend who claimed to love me and was with him all forfeiting the now sida haven that was not so promising anymore to be a red of roses.Well now you know …He came to me via buzzing after the buzz of life got him dazzled on the way forward. He wanted a meeting. Yet I agreed whilst Mutua hom they drank Moet bottles with cashing the Westalnds Tune hotel bar with his bank payrolls and savings was incognito- vermoose.

Before the meeting Wawera also called and Achieng’. Wawera wanted me back for she was so madly desperate in a fountain of apologies that hakuwa amelipia. Whilst Achieng’ was the lady who I had dated when Wawera left and when I had no money could keep me company and well she did help.

We met with Mutua after Willy and he offered me a drink and I paid the bill but left the drink there. For a friend in deed he wasn’t after I had shared quarter of the burden of Willy with giving him the best piece of advice as the monetary value that I could best afford in my loaded budget to squeeze through outta ma wallet.So Akinyi’s call was an alarm that I would get hoaxed by the bankers proposal.

So I ended up in prison for two months but was bailed out after it was identified that Akinyi had plotted the case against me after snooping on my phone and checking Wawera’s fountain of pleas.Now I am very much musing on the ironies of Life and Love in my head – well is it possibly also my sanity or Mind? Hahaha Niko welle welle & he’s not Na Akinyi.

Papa Jones told me like the Kansoul don’t be hustling for too long for Professer Jay alisema Maisha ni kama Safari.com Bob Collymore making millions out of ma dot.coms

Usione tumefika.hahahaha!