The lost world

The lost world...mmmh,may be its the movie that made the '90s.I was a favourite of jurassic park but when the flavoured editon in the context was released i definetly prefered it.U know how it was back in the days,i love reminiscing yeah right but i wont be doing it for now coz its already tackled.

Now,story of my life:

Last week as i just watched the turn of events, i was humbled down by the question of where we're headed to,i amazingly found some bunch of twist in extraporating on my answer.An answer that i never had thought for, for a while.The answer was an anatomy of who i had turned to be.I dont know how to put it but it is just like how u get lost in a forest labyrinth,i mean a maze may fall for my comparison but to tackle my situation, i preffered the latter.Its so amazing how things can blinden you.You know the kind of who arrogantly leave their mobile phone on in church and aren't hesistant of picking a call in the middle of a sermon with a lame excuse of 'you never know, it might be God'.I definately know, haven't been bloggin for a while and i tell you that these are the ripple effects,real gotchas.

For those dead days, i probably grew lunatic.It all started when this jamaa at our hood,you know how they deal,introduced this funky plan of making money.To start with he had this idea that we should join some financial institution and channel our money to the pyramid sort of sacco.And the funny thing with this guy,i must admit.. its funny.You may think as well if you are kenyan.It was that fast bait that he ushered to us,it was more than appealing i tel you.He had this offer of dishing out a k,call it 10 reds,for ten%.Imagine a thao for a soc.You know the kenyan way; you have kwanza to ask fo the terms and conditions coz you think its a set up.But i was there representing the learned ,so as the others declined the offer my hands were wide agape for the offer,sorry for me ,it was only the beginning.

The pyramid thing was however going wel,you can definately tel,si u see i never blogged.Like blogging earns you money.Aniwe i simply had no tym to coz of my busy schedule.I had to gather flocks,clicks,call them crowds,to earn my commission.The business was i bet you successful.Hint:I had my parrafin burning counting my many blessings upto 4 in the morning,my door had a josim new doorlocks fitted,ask me how ,for secuty goddamn.My most treasured cell phone had given birth to more calls,am discrediting the bonga point scheme,and of cos my flossy,clicky k750 never complained of cred.Aniwe i was all but earning thanks to my wise investment.Damn, i was i big tym baller,tycoon with a cigar on my left.

Not that i had any money laundry scheme to earn me a compost.I had risen from a humble beginnning,street smart beginning.I had plans of calling KTN for a waliobobea interview,to tell my part.Gues could be a good catch for Swaleh.Aniwe as the saying goes for every action expect a reaction.Kumbe this dude was a fake agent proclaiming but tricks,and i gues i had a good smile to win the auditions as his accomplice.Men, this was so sweet for one to watch,i mean my downfall was really.....It amazes me! upto now.

I woke up on a Friday for a rude shock.The final day of my empire.The base cards of my empire had been disturbed all i had to do was watch the dreadful collapse.It was woeful.My boss had all but smarted his ass, (i mean tripple for the S) out of me.I had cops waiting even before the milk man was there,with paper showing all my confidentialities with the smart ass,dumb ass!.The following had to be court cases which had a climax of me refunding all my clients their cash,if i never wanted any mess for my future.I had to,and this trickled down on me worse than i had thought of,am worsely than you can think now i tell you, not that am writing for any public sympathy,but its a sad story.

Once beaten twice down.Mine..what to say other than pass the message along with a billboard of PARENTAL ADVISORY:never try this anywhere.