Solar System Media Ltd.: Les Misérables Activists-Advocacy-Lobbyists and Consultants at Law-This is an Online-Paralegal, Business Services-Provider, Social Media Marketing / Virtual Assistant (Administrative) and Retail-Goods Affiliate-Marketing involving: (1.)-Community Paralegal for Legal Document Assistant (LDA) / Legal Technician / Court Document Preparers / Court Forms Providers as far as Activism-and-Lobbying for Causes go concerning Human-Rights-Advocacy for suppressed voices and the tax-
Solar System Media: Les Misérables Activists-Advocacy-Lobbyists and Consultants at Law.
Solar System Media: Les Misérables Activists-Advocacy-Lobbyists and Consultants at Law-This is an Online-Paralegal, Business Services-Provider, Social Media Marketing / Virtual Assistant (Administrative) and Retail-Goods Affiliate-Marketing involving: (1.)-Community Paralegal for Legal Document Assistant (LDA) / Legal Technician / Court Document Preparers / Court Forms Providers as far as Activism-and-Lobbying for Causes go concerning Human-Rights-Advocacy for suppressed voices and the tax-overburdened oppressed laity including dis-inherited widows, orphans and the destitute; (2.)-French, English, Swahili Translator / Interpreter / Teacher / Tour Guide; (3.)-Publisher for Affiliate Marketing in freelance writing, blogging, transcription and podcasting;
NB: There's this emergent recurring issue of my Telekom Sim Card being put on "Emergency Calls Only" cutting me off the internet like right now today as I prepare this report to civil society groups before I proceed to file my complaints at the Migori Police Station.
My guess is it's the Powers of Darkness of GLBTQ-Occultist Uhuru (if not economy-cartel-thief-President-and-terrorist-Ruto) led by his gilted loobat Judy Macharia and the GoK licensed-firearmed witch doctor on the ground reminiscent of when they abducted me in Mombasa Uhuru Gardens for two weeks witchcraft sojourn at J.K., i.e. Jomvuu Kuu; they'd cut-off my Safaricom line then and so I also pray civil society groups intervene for uninterrupted internet access and the looming abduction-sojourn and/or caging institutionalization with the hired psychiatrist assassins at Migori District Ref. Hosp. or wherever... to wonna embezzle me of my 15m+ Ruto''s Amaco Insurance traffic accident damages. Sos.
There goes the estranged, dying-of-jealousy, evil-eyed, nightrunner, "Penis-Envy" (rd. Sexology) Hausa-Bori Yan-Dau GLBTQ-Occultist "Turpin"-Mango dysfunctional-family step-family witches jus' sent linet the grown prostitute daughter to follow me into the pitlatrines to wonna witchcraftly mind-associate her whoring vagina with my penis and on trying to warn her like it's prostitute sister Caro the other time, it picks a stone wanting to beat me like Victor did when it was last sent by its mother as recorded in OBs at Migori Police Station.
She picks the stone saying, "Usinipige picha mimi," meaning, "Don't take a photograph of me, me," like she's not the others to play with... And this for somebody who once beat her younger, smaller sister Donatta close to death as recorded in the preceding blog. The witches don't want no evidence collected against them as was made clear the last time I photographed the quickie-prostitute (substantiated) who's indecently exposed me her vagina like her female-husband gay-dodo pimp who's also shown me his penis as recorded in a photograph.
The quickie-prostitute phoned Caro its other prostitute daughter in Mombasa who phoned me in Migori asking why which was when I told her never to phone me again knowing the witches were laying grounds to be covering up their SOA-&-PADVA crimes with regards to mark-timings, trackings, witchcraft-mind-associations-of-their-vagina-and-penis as concerns incestuous sexual-&-homosexual harassments.
Then the whole step-family comes out insulting me and pretending I'm the bad one, the black sheep yet they'd been planning it all along as recorded in the preceding blog. It's an excuse for which like in Victor's OB recorded case whereupon after his stone-jet attacks the witches put me on death-starvation one-meal-a-day-at-supper hunger-tortures for two weeks+ or fifteen days to be exact as I counted as recorded. Thus I know they're going to shut down the food rations now and so start the death starvations.
I plan on reporting the incident to the compromised Migori Police Station tomorrow though like the other 15+ recorded OB cases I know they'll do nothing and at worse like with the gay AP cop's indecent-assault case
The same applies to these evil-eyed, estranged-and-disowned "Turpin"-Mango witches' incestuous sexual-and-homosexual harassment or perhaps I should jus' resign my opposition and simply join their puky, disgusting incestuous occult. Sos.
19th September 2026 0554hrs
Slept half-hungry last night the reason I've woken up this early to record the situation cause the hunger pangs you feel draining away your energies won't let you have a normal sound sleep.
This as the evil-eyed, quickie-prostitute and her biological brood of genetically-imprinted, spoiled-brat, female-husband daughters devoured beef in the outside kitchen which bad been cooked since yesterday; whereas the jealousgay-dodopimp has stored fermented milk aka mala he takes at his disposal.
By the time I went to look for 20/- bob avocados or a boiled-grilled egg at 30/- around 2015hrs all the shops and kiosks had already been closed and so I returned to munch another few bites of the unpalatable dry greens and went to bed and now this....
The witches can't stand me having cash and want me to deplete any stipend I may have reserved on food to compromise my engaging the online jobs endeavors or access to basics. And now that they know I'll be starving brunch will be cooked towards or past noon meaning I'll still have to go deplete another wad this morning before any brunch. Something small will go a long way pls. Sos.
14th September 2026 1150hrs
The dying-of-jealous, estranged, dysfunctional, "Turpin"-Mango Witches unashamedly tabled like's usual with the filthy, self-bleaching, quickie-prostitute spoiling bread with mould so you can see yesterday's hunger-torture was intentional. The sat-on gay-dodo pimp took the better ration and after second thoughts I'd to return the left ration I'd tried to tear-off the mould-lichen parts lest I contract some infection or sonething.
The quickie-prostitute took the rots before I could take photos. Otherwise, working on turning the-jealous-like-a-barren-cow peeping, genetically-imprinted witch Caro's audio into video before uploading it into YouTube and attaching it on my blog.
Something small will go a long way pls. Gotta sacrifice another bit of fast depleting cash on fresh, hygiene food. Sos.
They all ate in the morning the quickie-prostitute and its gender-reversed-roles daughters in the outside kitchen while the gay-dodo pimp went to eat out. Something small will go a long way pls. Sos.
11th September 2026 2350hrs
Hello? Anybody home? Slept half-hungry on greens as the gay-pimp dodo came back from Kisumu tummy-full as it told its grown-prostitute daughter Linet to return (I think 'twas eggs) back jus' so the sadist witches could sleep with glee knowing they were putting me on hunger-torture; and for somebody who's jus' recovered from an
unexpected fever bout having had to use a dosage of Kaluma tabs twice to arrest the fever progress; and which I think could be partially attributable to the sometimes long / cold nights I spend outside my quarters till btw 0100-0200hrs to make full use of the inexhaustible Telekom 4eva daily data bundles since its weak internet infrastructure can't connect inside my quarters; though on the hilly side at the main-house it connects variably across different areas!
The same with regards to rationed diets also usually applies to bread too if it should be tabled in the morning whereby he'll tell his brood to return the blueband and sometimes it's slept-over, dry, crusty bread! As if I'd asked to come to their abode.
I also had the relief to excrete the last mound of something which had made my stomach inexplicably full unable to feed properly like usual and I suspect it's them again cause the evil-eyed quickie-prostitute witch (substantiated) usually makes sure when cooking meat's around the corner she'll in advance prepare some CSID sucrose-diet jus' so by the time the meat comes you'll eventually have to scrape-excrete everything you'd taken a day-or-two earlier. And in any case I never get to eat any meat properly since the jealous gay-dodo pimp if it's meat makes sure he usually takes more than three-quarters leaving me only like two-or-three miserly pieces... as if I'd asked to come to their abode.
Meanwhile like usual his biological brood with the quickie-prostitute (substantiated) were feasting in the outside kitchen. The morning was the same they ate separately in the outside kitchen I'd to go buy brunch after waiting till past noon.
Something small will go a long way pls. Sos
1939hrs
There goes: Migori witches-nest led by the estranged, incestuous-and-homosexual SOA-PADVA organized-crime "Turpin"-Mango witches got dumped, spoiled, genetically-imprinted unmarriageable, female-husband, prostitute-daughters starting by the-jealous-like-a-barren-cow Caro mark-timing me again akin to its
prostitute witch-of-a-mother, jus' when I wonna go bath after collecting water in the evening around 1820hrs; to also pop into the pitlatrines wanting to witchcraftly, unashamedly share my nakedness with hers by mind-association..! Jus' like its "Kumanina / Nakumat"-mother who with its gay-dodo pimp father have both indecently exposed mepoorol'self their vagina-&-penis!
I say Migori witches-nest cause as I was taking the water bucket to the washroom I noticed somebody pull-to-close the open gate from outside meaning the witches-n'est occultists are lying around waiting for the signal to carryout their organized-crime. The prehistoric-descendant-culture savage witches have it all planned out I'm the odd one out.
Thus I'd to wait till the-jealous-like-a-barren-cow Caro came out after like five minutes before I proceeded to query its evil-eyes witchcraft intentions akin to its quickie-prostitute witch-of-a-mother (substantiated) and for good measure took to warning as a first since she denied 'twas her yesterday and blatantly lied that they go to the pitlatrines to shit and that the main-house washrooms jus' for bathing-and-urinating yet she'd been shitting there as long as she's been coming especially when its witch-of-a-mother took her for witchdoctor sessions last time when she'd thinned like a matchstick-figure and was shitting every other fifteen minutes or so using rolls & rolls of toilet paper I knew the prostitute had gotten it, i.e. AIDS. I don't know what happened it seems to have gotten its body back.
I was so bitterly tired of their incessant incestuous SOA that though I'd planned to record the interaction I only remembered at the last point and managed to record an audio of around 23 seconds which I'll also attach. Do they suck.
This happened yesterday and on asking from inside the washroom who the fcku that was who'd tracked me as they came out having been listening silently silently as I bathed... there was no response so I hurriedly dried up to put-on my trousers and came-out hoping to catch the peeping evil-eyed witch but to no avail like the wind. Thus as I go to rinse the bathing-cloth at the rainwater tank Caro the-jealous-like-a-barren-cow pops out and on asking her whether she was the culprit claims unconvincingly that she was indoors all along. Yet there were only two of them in the main-house, her & Linet. They're searching to provoke me, being part of the witches' unraveling plot and they'll get what they're looking-for promptly sooner than later since I ain't part of the witches' puky incestuous affairs.
9th September 2026 1705hrs
Down with a fever I hope is nothing serious and that by tomorrow I'll be back on my feet as I take tabs overnight. Something small will go a long way pls. Sos
The dying-of-jealous, estranged, dysfunctional, murder-conspiracy "Turpin"-Mango witches continue their satanic ritual conspiracies like with the masons who were building the County Secretary's mansion a-year-or-so back as recorded with the video clips.
This time it's with masons repairing the rooftop & ceiling-board of their main house which assessed keenly you'll realize actually needed no complete overhaul with new mercantile sheets & woodworks like they've demolished the top perimeter walls the roof lies-on leaving it ragged or jagged like sea cliffs or caves and skyrocketing costs for nothing 'cept à showoff like they're
competing with their neighbors (and the monkey-biz murder-conspiracy ape still walks on its two legs, and without a piped-water-tank nor a pump; unlike the neighbors he's supposedly trying to showoff / impress!) A round of mercantile sheets he needed I heard in the early negotiations went for like KShs.150,000... and they went for like two rounds plus..!
You haven't factored in the contractor & his workers' (almost 10-15-20 fellows the past week till today Wednesday that they were like a dozen or sonething) plus the daily labor costs... I can fairly say the dodo's used close to half-a-million and still rising yet the ceiling leaking parts haven't been
repaired or overhauled (with now more sinking parts outta the roof repairs; not to mention other wornout kitchen cabinet repairs. I don't doubt the dodo will have used close to à million in less-than-a-month for a leaking-ceiling repairs which plus four or five ironsheets where 'twas leaking and labor wouldn't have cost more than KShs. 200,000 total at the maximum! The residential now looks like a deserted quarry and logged park-forest with elephant-projects standing across the compund! ( He'd procured two-rounds
of lorry-bricks and a one of building-sand which lie on one side of the compound while across on the other side lies a started-&-abandoned foundation for a supposedly two-bedroomed rentals or another quarters, like I'd heard him say-discuss without one of the contractors. He cut all of the trees complementing the hedge-fence which were jig-sawed into timber but seemed they were not enough since I saw the contractors had to haul-in some more! )
He's the laughingstock of his neighbors who see the senseless waste of money-&-resources. He jus' asks the contractors, "Ni pesa ngapi," meaning, "How much," and forks out the cash to impress them & the neighborhood about how much money he's got in the bank....(they recently got paid millions by KPA in some monies backdated to the 70's-80's but I doubt his workmates throw-&-waste away mindlessly like this imbecile-of-a-dodo.)
Otherwise, so, the satanic-ritualists continue their conspiracies like mentioned above and the masons have been throwing shades at me in asides while I remain silent and thus this Monday the 7th September 2026 they sent one of the roofing contractors called Clinton who came to ask me at my doorsteps that he wanted some discussion and I told him ok and later he returned to ask my biological relationship with their contractors of the said premises and I summarily gave him a brief of the status quo telling him it's the reason I'm mostly silent uninterfering with their biz 'cept rarely for the
He cut me short postponing the talk and said he'll return later which on resuming, he instead came asking for the chair I was sitting on (cause Telekom internet doesn't connect inside my quarters I gotta connect from outside) for something shortly which I obliged only to notice after he took hours, on casting my eyes to the area they were sitting-gathered close to the water well that they'd nothing busy to do with the chair 'cept sit their pretty @$$es on it while I sat on the hard perimeter base.
Called him kinda upset, got some clarification but made light of it though I marked the monkey-biz agenda and told him as much as he excused himself (following what they'd laughed as I was calling him after my whistling failed noting he was jus' sitting pretty doing nothing with the chair!)
And now the gay-dodo pimp's looking for an excuse to pick a fight with me knowing that their murder-conspiracy is at works with his contractors & their laborers like they'd tried when the other lot was building the Migori County Secretary's mansion...
as if I'd asked to come to their abode. They usually have the power cut-off during the day when they're working and the lights are resumed at night usually past 1900hrs so today Wednesday Telekom internet was troublesome & I'd to shift to-and-fro btw the main-house & my quarters' doorsteps trying to hook the internet bearings and apparently the switch to the outside bulb of my quarters was on and today either due to the rains or culminating work they'd finished early and we're gathered in the front door
inner-kitchen when the gay-dodo (they'd apparently switched back the power-on) comes upon me where I was sat in the living room working out the internet bearings) and starts barking at me calling mepoorol'self names (to my chagrin & call-back) asking why I'd left the security light to my quarters on (as if I knew)... something he could've simply told me as a reminder that, "Hey, you've left the lights on at your quarters can you go switch them off..," or something to that extent.
That's the way this Penis-Envy (rd. Sexology,) my male-gender / masculinity undermining, married-but-gay dodo-pimp usually barks at me contrary to the way he sooth-egg-talks with his other kids he's biological sired with his filthy, rude, quickie-prostitute, matriarchal, female-husband, witch-wife (substantiated.)
Watching their plot unravel and hopefully will be in a position to update you once their mission clocks. Sos.
And now by yesterday after exercising & bathing around 1810hrs I'd to go top-up some credit to later buy Telekom data bundles and on coming back the quickie-prostitute (substantiated) in the outside kitchen sent yet again another of the househelp schoolgirl sisters... called Belma or Sheryl whose lot the gay-dodo pimp's been having sex-with since they were underage primary school girls; then insultingly also try to impose them for customary marriage (he can't court independent mature women like his fellow KPA retirees, relies on the househelp girls he's brought)... to join her biological kids in the provocation fray to wonna engage me in a physical confrontation by throwing or pelting what I first thought were stones till after she exclaimed, "Hizi avocado zimeoza," meaning, "These avocados are rotten," across my path jus' as I entered the front small gate and getting on the sideway path to my quarters?! I chilled but noted the developing scenario like now recorded here. Is the evil-eyed swine dying-of-jealousy.
Then very briefly, you won't believe how these Migori witches'-nest animists are mischievous. Remember the other yellow-chick who was readily pushing for meet-up visits at my quarters but hideously wouldn't dare go-out in public; with follow-ups from her supposed black-twin-brothers who made reconnaissance rounds at my base area?! Yer, she was apparently reaching out secretly through one of the "mandazi"-bakers next to their residence who I realized severally was adding me an extra "mandazi" whenever the other nearby open-air food kiosks weren't open, over the weekend or something, and thus raising my eyebrows as to whether 'twas std practice for customers or 'twas specifically jus' me?! I got answered around last weekend when these "Swat Bakers" ran out of stock and the friendly bonus add-on baker pointed to me the yellow girl's base mandazis which I told him I couldn't take cause I'd realized I got an intolerance to the baking powder she used like the CSID sucrose scenarios: but the point was made, the yellow-chick had been the secret benefactor of the additional mandazis behind the scenes; thus informing megoodol'self that she was reaching out; 'cept for the telltale unsavory reactions I noticed were kinda developing from her residence when I raised my eyebrows. I pity her tethering that she can't independently go out 'cept insinuate customary marriage through my quarters' visits / meet-ups.
I've said repeatedly my marriage lady prototypes aren't in Migori; I'm gunning for a European or American whites / Black Americans and other exotic, civilized, exposed, informed humankinds. We can have all the good times, fun & uckfgnis with Migori women / girls but that's all. So if she's bold enough I encourage her to come out we go out in open public instead of trying to accrue mileage to sway public minds.
And the quickie-prostitute witch's genetically-imprinted Hausa-Bori Yan-Dau female-husband reversed-gender-roles spoiled daughter Caro's still tracking me at the pitlatrines washroom today around 1730hrs after filling water from the well jus' when I wonna bath and had to wait till she'd finished before I resumed inspite of the fact that she usually excretes her sewage in the main-house washroom.
21st August 2026 1415hrs The disowned, filthy, rude, matriarchal female husband, quickie prostitute of the married-but-gay, sat-on, dodo pimp (substantiated) hasn't finished / isn't done yet genetic-imprinting her wayward, dysfunctional, reversed-gender Hausa-Bori / "Yan-Dau GLBTQ" female-husband, matriarchal roles to her unmarriageable daughters Caro
& Linet ('cept for the last born daughter who's reserved feminine pride & ladyship discipline;) the former never having helped raise her siblings as they grew-up, detests childbearing and knows nothing 'bout changing diapers (used to be napkins) or wiping their mess... left her unwanted-pregnancy premature-born bastard to die at the Mombasa Hospitalincubators as her neglectful self was discharged home by its genetic-imprinting, gullible, quickie-prostitute, female-husband matriarchal mother; while the latter is a renowned longtime prostitute (formally online at juicyaffairs.com)
who sires bastards each with different sowers to be schooled clothed, fed & all are maid-cattered and rent-paid-for by the imbecile gay-dodo pimp who also bank-rolls her binging & cigarette-pack smoking.
Now with the "Archetypal-Contents Projections" of step-families as recorded that the evil-eyed, quickie-prostitute's been trying to kill my progeny since when she used to put kerosene in my food rations to arrest spermatogenesis... not to mention trying to manipulate vaccines during the COVID-19 vaccinations... it's now busy egging it's now-barren, evil-eyed, old sack of a genetically-imprinted daughter brought up disillusioned as a fellow female-husbandreversed-gender-roles... to wonna provoke me into a physical confrontation for the umpteenth time (like its become the norm since Victor and the shameless whore Linet; educated Felix & Donatta have reserved manners) as the witch-couple blow its ego while they continue undermining my male gender & masculinity in reversed-gender Hausa-Bori "Yan Dau female-husband GLBTQ" roles as long-recorded in earlier blogs; going to the extent to wanna completely erase my progeny before it grows conspiring sanctioned machete-hacking gang murder-conspiracies (as proclaimed by former Chief Amara before his Village Council of Elders including by rat poisoning.)
Ironically enough it's what the gay-dodo pimp seems to be getting his kicks from (i.e. undermining my male gender & masculinity;) yet at the same time it seems to act as his camouflage masking his assumed "head of family" male-gender-role dysfunctionalities and deficiencies where he's put on the skirt and taken a laid-back role while the female-husband quickie-prostitute's taken the lead role and the trousers... can come past midnight or sleep overnight away whether the gay-dodo pimp barks or whines; or have strange male visitors visit her in the dimly-lit outside kitchen at night past 2100hrs towards 2200hrs during supper and hear them nagging without the conditioned, sat-on gay-dodo pimp scratching his head, raising his eyebrows or uttering a word (rd. home & away matches.) He's as numb & dumb as a living-dead zombie!
This was horribly made evident when the other spoiled genetically-imprinted grown-prostitute daughter Linet at one time pounded her younger sister Donatta close to death like a snake; a longtime beating over a range of 10-15-20 minutes... in the silent-dead-of-the-night-wailing, btw 1000hrs-0000hrs midnight yet the bewitched, sat-on, married-but-gay, dodo-pimp never raised a finger where he lay in his bedroom till the female-husband quickie-prostitute took the lead running from the outside kitchen to come tear Linet away from Donatta in one of the small bedrooms of the main-house..; till then before the laid-back, silent-numb-dead bewitched zombie also rose from his bed to run after his leading female-husband quickie-prostitute (substantiated) and join in the intervention and tearing away of genetically-imprinted, spoiled brat prostitute Linet from exhausted, dying Donatta.
Meanwhile, me the incestuous-and-homosexually harassed in SOA / PADVA sanctioned & organized murder-conspiracy crimes... and gaslighted that I'm a certified madman who's violent among many other mudslinging / character assassination / soiling campaigns, besides the archetypal-content-projections of evil-eyed step-families including the endless undermining of my male gender & masculinity in reversed-gender Hausa-Bori / Yan Dau GLBTQ-Occultism roles; and
who's the subject of attacks whenever I should open my mouth to protest their deranged, puky, unwanted incestuous-and-homosexual advances and/or their demeaning, insulting, animal-husbandry customary marriage insinuation manipulations... I'm forced to shockingly watch-&-wait in horror till the satanic-ritualists like the Turpins of California come to the
aid of their last born daughter lest for one they turn it against me to base the violent-madman stereotype (among other mudslinging / characters assassination / soiling campaigns) they qualify for my defamed certified death-row insanity, outlawed into dehumanization and thus deprived of my fundamental human & constitutional rights, starting by self-determination.
I took Donatta aside the next morning at the perimeter sitting base of my quarters and had a talk with her telling her the gaslighting circumstances surrounding my dilemma as we contemplated filing assault charges at Migori Police Station. In the blink of an eye I learnt in the day the satanic-ritualists had hurriedly booked them on a bus back to Mombasa where they were supposedly going to share a roof again with the same rude, spoiled, bank-rolled, genetically-imprinted grown-prostitute daughter Linet... how after the murderous beating resembling that of a snake??!!
I hurriedly texted Victor in Mombasa telling him of the precarious situation and asking him to check over; I also repeated the same to uncle in-law Amenya of formally Mombasa Municipal Council and cousin-brother Tom of Ukunda via wife "Nyaugenya." Myself for starters I closed ties with rude, genetically-imprinted grown-prostitute daughter Linet & her bastards of different sowers each including Ian here who I no longer have casual conversations-with... nothing personal jus' cutting off ties with their spoiled mother & her brood; what she did was blasphemously unforgivable.
And did I tell you the spoiled grown-prostitute Linet the morning after the unforgivable beating came to provoke me standing outside the pitlatrines opposite my quarters looking at me challengingly like, "You see, I beat up Donatta last night and none of you could come to her aid till I was almost taking her down..; I could even pound you up or do you wonna test me right now.?!"
That's how rotten the filthy, rude, disowned, self-bleaching, female-husband, quickie-prostitute has reversed the gender-roles of her rude, spoiled genetically-imprinted Hausa-Bori / Yan Dau female-husband daughters they're so disrespectfully rude their dysfunctional witch-parents even gorge them to insult-challenge me a male to a fight??!! She's needs to be taught a lesson with a disastrous beating the same way she beat her helpless smaller younger sister. The only explanation that fits the observed lack-of-reaction of their conditioned, maladaptive, married-but-gay, sat-on dodo-pimp father's like I told Donatta that he must have slept with her, i.e. committed incest for him to be so compromised he can't take the lead to save his last born daughter even in the face of a deathening assault.
Now the bigger shock's that Ian after sensing the reason behind my new developed approach of indifference to him begun mocking me in loud asides of how this very same Linet had been bought an iPhone by the very younger sister she thrashed helplessly... not to mention him and his younger half-brother Jayden both who were bought Samsung Galaxy phones and with the latest bastard Ethan she still entertains them with nightovers at her place in Mombasa as well as helps with Ian's and/or their school fees.
So I really feel like the biggest fool around especially since Donatta made it clear she doesn't wonna hear anything of that occasion or discuss it??!! My only reasoning so far is that she's being blackmailed somehow though I hope with all the insights I've given her she may open up one day and see the light in the looming, evil-eyed, satanic-ritualists
nightrunner witches' danger traps exploiting her unsuspecting full trust & confidence in them... For now time will tell..!
The other night when Victor's wife had come visiting with the kids and she was in the outside kitchen with the quickie-prostitute witch, Linet's bastard Ian, I don't know how, happened to be suspiciously in one of the bedrooms with Caro alone at night indulging in whatever I don't know what but it raised eyebrows cause it's only when Ian was called out that we (or rather I) realized they'd been busy at something together for-the-while and his calling-interruption broke the silence as he came startling out..??!! 'Twas supper time and after supper as I was walking out after wiping my table Ian mark-timed me like he's used to whenever the shameless quickie-prostitute has been sending him to step on my path to wonna provoke me... this time with some song saying, "...my dear blah blah blah," I think with bearing-in-mind the kinda catch-22 situation they'd been caught up with with Caro..??!!
Thus coming from the kitchen, doesn't it mean they'd discussed with the quickie-prostitute the catch-22 situation that raised eyebrows and that 'twas the same quickie-prostitute then who like usual had sent him again on my path with the "...my dear blah blah blah,"-song as a warning that it's none of my business & that I shouldn't try to interfere in any way??!!
Now, the next day this spoiled brat Caro as she played with Victor's toddler-son bringing him to Ian in the living room where I was sitted as she said "Kaka," bent facing one of those Jesus-crucifixion-portraits on the wall showing the resigned helplessness as if in rude mockery of me that I've seen & keep seeing so much tell tale signs of incest that I can only helplessly resignedly watch with nothing to do since I've learnt it's none of my business anyway..!
You haven't seen it despicably sit in the compund at the head under a mango tree smoking a cigarette pretending to be a man. It's currently dumped here at its imbecile, gay-dodo pimp father's (who's visited her suggestively in the bedroom with an erection under a kikoi as recorded) house while it's agemates have been longtime gone married with children in their houses.
It's dying-of-jealousy with bitterness driving it like a barren cow as it dawns upon its disillusioned brain that such a reversed-gender-role doesn't fit for a wife-material in the natural fabric of society... the result of which men have used and dump-resigned of her for which she now seems settling to live her spinster life in her father's house.
It's getting on my nerves... it started by mark-timing my going to the well or rainwater tank when I've usually done some exercises and is mostly bare-chested to collect bathing water ...timing with her dying-of-jealousy evil-eyes to wanna view my crotch area and/or measure my masculinity. I always bend faced backwards to her in such instances.
When she couldn't get her prying evil-eyes any further properly on my crotch area now it begun mark-timing me like it's quickie-prostitute witch-of-a-mother in the pitlatrines yet it usually shits, urinates & baths in the main-house washroom. It'll follow me up as I prepare to bath forcing me to wait till it's excreted it's sewage.
And since that didn't work it's now resorted from yesternight to now mark-time me at the main-house corridor wanting like it's quickie-prostitute mother to suggestively, sexually brush shoulders with me. What it needs is a swirling slap to wake it from its Hausa-Bori Yan-Dau female-husband reversed-gender-roles GLBTQ hallucination slumber.
My shoes which were bought-tight-fitting for lack of purchasing-power choice / access are worn-out unpresentable and really need an adequate replacement.
Something small will go a long way pls for the mentioned reasons here & elsewhere. Sos.
6th August 2026 1025hrs
You can't teach an old dog new tricks since old habits die hard: The filthy, rude, matriarchal female husband, quickie prostitute of the married-but-gay, sat-on, dodo pimp (substantiated) & remarked by her Nyatike-inlaws as, "Nyakabed ni pod odwanyore," meaning, "She must still be
filthy in her ways / mannerisms," continued in these her careless, filthy ways last night tabling cockroach-chicken stew and exposing us to contaminated food vulnerabilities.
The bimbo will buy "mandazis" or loaves and stock it while starving you on unsustainable rations only to bring out the whole stock when its been overwhelmed by cockroach bites and in the case of rice by mice poops; thus she'll cook food then serve it meanly-starvingly-sparingly to keep it long lasting for days-on-end (cause she's filthy-lazy) then dump the rest of it when it's spoiling in huge quantities cause she lacks a hygienic-etiquette culinary background; i.e. not wife material jus' a stray...
The sat-on, married-but-gay dodo pimp can't open it's mouth to detest such waywardness it'll jus' eat like a dumb! However much money you give them or they purport to flash in alleged showoff, it's all worthless cause it doesn't help them live a quality life they'll still scavenge like in market dumpsite / leftovers. Their worthless money can't work for them. Sos.
