This story is trending in Kenya this week, and this is why:
So l send 100 messages to my contact list requesting for a loan of shs15, 000/=. Sadly only 10ppl reply. 6 out of the 10 are claiming they can’t help. The 4 who can help tell me ningoje waende bank kesho. Kesho mmoja ako mteja, the other 3 never pick. So jioni imefika, door is locked.
_I have no where to sleep. I walk in the dark seeking options and sadly goons meet me. Flash foward & the next day current issue that broadcasters feel warrants the interruption of scheduled programming is am dead.
1500 ppl post on my wall how they knew me. How great I was. A committe is formed by my loyal friend.Friends contribute 200,000/= to feed guests at my funeral.
My staffs team up and bring another 200k for coffin tents and chairs.
I am burried in a coffin worth 15k but since they purchase it in haste they meet a cartel who middle mans it and sells it to them at 45, 000/=.
Relatives meet again, its a rare occasion for them to meet, so they meet . /For my send off/. They collect an extra shs350, 000/=.
Everyone wants to volunteer in order to appear they are helping. Youth print t-shirts with my image, each T-Shirt costs 1000/=. The 400 youth all pay, so the T-shirt man gets 20, 000/= profit from my death.
Everyone wants to speak in my funeral. There is drama all over from people who never knew how l survived. Rumours fly in the air about how I was murdered by my friends. Peolple blame my sucessful relative as having sacrificed me. Speeches are made on how talented I was even if non attended my events. The few friends who supported me don’t get chance to speak in my funeral even if they know the Truth. In fact they are prime suspects for my death.
Wakenya hio pesa munachanga haingekuja kabla nife?
**Dont show people Love when they are gone show when they can appreciate you..
***Call people when they can pick not when gone and you pretend with crocodile tears they are not picking..