The untold tales

After The Resignation

After I resigned, still bitter at what Winnie did to me. I couldn't trust any other woman. Most people think it's difficult to remember some things but it's even harder trying to forget, trying to convince yourself that the feeling never existed. It was difficult for me not to avenge, just take my karambit and go over to the superintendent and slit his throat. A bullet won't do, it would be too nice a treatment, it would be an easy way out, sweet death compared to what he had done to me.
But still I tried, I was determined to move on. I changed my contact and destroyed everything that reminded me of Winnie and what we once shared.
I was determined to make something out of myself, I was determined to channel my anger to improving my life.
I went into supplies business with the little money I had.
Everything started working out well, I was focused and business was doing great. I was watering the grass on my side to make it greener not admiring the grass on the uniformed side.
I got a few friends here and there but I steered away from women. I had had my time with my Delilah and she shaved my locks. My Nephritis betrayed me. Little did I know that the men I was associating with would soon betray me and force me to channel my anger elsewhere... And it happened...
When you get conned, you change even your walking style, you start walking like a drunk zombie all in the act of trying to retrace your steps and undo what has already been done.

Ever since our ancestors climbed down from the trees somewhere in the Congo forest they have always been that clique of human scum who are always trying to reap where they have not sown.

It happened to me once, a get rich quick scam that I was introduced to by a foe whom I took for a friend. I started building castle after castle in the air, little did I know that they were soon to come crumbling. So this guy introduces me to a half African half Chinese (chigga) who was in the country in search of liquid fertilizer for a flower farm which was supposedly located somewhere in the middle east. I knew I had hit a gold mine. We had done a few deals with Ben, so another deal with the promise of a better pay wasn't going to be a problem.

The plan was well orchestrated, we had already met with the buyer (chigga) and Ben knew where to get the fertilizer so that we can sell it at a bargain.
Ben made a few calls here and there (fake calls) and he managed to set up a meeting with the supplier.
We met with the supplier of the fertilizer somewhere in Thika Road. The introductions and fake smiles here and there. His name is James. He had a few jerricans of a smelly liquid which was to be passed off as the liquid fertilizer.
I later came to realize it might have been cow pee well packed just to fool me. We made the payment after Ben confirmed that the goods were what we had ordered but alas! We didn't have a vehicle to transport the goods with to our Chigga client. James offered to help us in transporting the goods to an agreed destination somewhere in westlands where we would then woo the Chigga to make the payment.
That was the last time I would see the James on friendly terms. We hurriedly in our sharply pointed shoes and borrowed suits, boarded a zam zam bus to town.
My friend had a tendency of always paying for the smallest services using a thousand shillings note: unknown to me, he was just staging compelling spectacles trying to heighten his appearance.
We got to town and agreed we first call the chigga, then we go withdraw all the money we had in our respective bank accounts to create space for more money because we were about to become dollar millionaires. 🤑🤑
Satan was somewhere in a Kangol hat and pointed shoes doing push-ups.

The Chiggas phone was switched off☹️.
We agreed to go sit at Avenue house hotel kipepeo, sip some fresh juice as we strategize on how to deal with this new hurdle.
Kidogo kidogo (after a few minutes) Ben excused himself to go and answer a call of nature. He left a dummy phone on the table to fool me.
The waiting started, I waited and waited. I tried calling him, his phone was off. I tried calling James, his phone was off. I had just been shafted, shafted raw.
At around 10.00pm, the restaurant was to be closed, I dragged my feet out, half cursing and half praying that it was all a bad dream. I went comforting myself with this verse in Proverbs 20:17 Food gained by fraud is sweet to a man, but afterwards his mouth is full of gravel. Still, I found no peace.
Then it came to me, "Every fool must learn". It was my time, my lesson, painful but still my lesson