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The five steps

 


Trevor called me early in the morning. It’s not strange because he is a guy who can call you at 5am in the morning to tell you absolute bullshit. I had just reached the office and before I could put my behinds down on the seat, my phone rang. I was still breathing heavily because I had just used the staircase to 6th floor. I felt like waiting for the elevators would make me 1 hr 32mins late instead of the 1hr 30mins I had already made peace with. I was dearly saving 2 minutes.

I received the call and on the other end was a seriously laughing voice. Like you could picture all his teeth out, him shaking his head and tapping his feet on the ground. I took a moment to really think of what would make a single guy so happy, at only half past nine in the morning.

He suddenly went calm and told me ( with chuckles in his words) that he was brushing his teeth when he remembered a period back in 2017 when I owed my mum some money and couldn’t pay back. I was deeply drawn back and busted into a huge laughter. I was not ready for that conversation at 9 am. 

You guys think it was easy! I couldn’t even sit well at dinner time, I thought she would see me hungrily prod my fingers into the flavoursome fish she cooked and ask me “Bill na ile maneno yetu ulisema aje…”

Anyway that was not for today … Someone asked me a question, then another asked me the same question, then another and another… here is the answer. For that reason, guys if you want to subscribe here to get every notification so that you get to know how I came to owe my mum money and what happened in Mombasa, follow these steps;

Step 1; Behave like you want to post a comment.

Step 2; Choose the posting option “Google account”

Step 3; Sign with your email

Step 4; Write a comment, you can write anything for this one e.g (test)

Step 5; At the bottom right click on that Notify me box and submit

Most of us have debts so we like to stay anonymous, its good that you wont have to keep commenting with your email, you can continue being anonymous you’ll still get the notification.

 

If that doesn't work visit my profile and send a mail with subject *notify*

Happy weekend!

Comments

  1. AnonymousNovember 11, 2022 at 9:09 PM

    This is a trap 😂😂. The person I owe money will see me cracking my ribs here and I won't like it

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  2. AnonymousNovember 12, 2022 at 8:37 AM

    We like to be anynymous😂

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  3. AnonymousNovember 20, 2022 at 10:32 AM

    With the current trends in cyber security I'd rather remain Anonymous, but I'll always leave a 👍 as my signature comment. 😂😂

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  4. AnonymousDecember 7, 2022 at 11:34 AM

    Nice read!!

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 6, 2023 at 5:58 PM

    Done 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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