9th February 2026 1548hrs
Food for thought: the witches'-nest, of course led by the estranged, dysfunctional, "Turpin"-Mango witches are gearing-up for organized-crime whereby the new strategy's to mark-time you while lost in your phone busy like I was last Friday 6th, and when you're in the corridor-chambers outta the view of the living room and/or dinning chambers...where I was also conveniently charging my phone, amid short on-&-off blackouts; before the quickie-prostitute (substantiated) hideously tables supper stealthy you couldn't hear the utensils knock against each other... as if I'd asked to come to their abode?!
So I suddenly realize the sat-on gay-pimp dodo's eating from the munchings and neither could I partake-of the suspicious portion set aside for my presumably unsuspecting-self, for the sanctioned poisoning not to mention their filthy, re-gurgling manners; and thus the only option, which was their setup goal was that I wonder into the night of their trap.
On such occasions cause mostta the wayside open-air food sellers are already closed I'm usually forced to go for fermented milk aka "mala" which this time with my stipend running fast I couldn't spare the 100/- & instead opted for two boiled eggs at 50/- near the junction of "Chuma Mbili" since the ones at the hood had closed... before taking up that arcade's route to the abode.
Tell-tale signs indicate they'd been hoping I use that backyard route from the outgoing where through animism or picture speak including by both the quickie-prostitute and her led, sat-on, gay-pimp dodo (substantiated) among other leash-assailants they've premonitioned being waylaid and/or machete-hacking when our paths crossed during the day either on my way to-or-from adding some supplementary foodstuffs to assuage their hunger-tortures.
This includes most recently jus' when I was recovering from the witches' latest bout of stomach infection, the tall guy nextdoor of the supposed
County Secretary Jobando
residence who narrowed my path around the corner to the main arcade's junction as I moved closer to the edge leaving the path wide open for him, surprised at their vulture-like mindset searching to zoom on you when you're sickly & weak!
Surprisingly enough, the next morning on my way out the girl who inhabits the house next to the garden-farm adjacent to the corner opening to the main arcade meets me on my way out these sides of our base in front of the KPLC fellow's gate and comparatively makes a wide berth as we cross paths as if saying she wasn't part of those who'd suggestively narrowed my path some time back or were organizing me a crime the night before.
Otherwise, something small will go a long way pls.
14th February 2026 2309hrs
Estranged, dying-of-jealousy "Turpin"-Mango witches enhance hunger-tortures for a smear-campaign seeing that it's my washing day targeting I deplete all cash I may be having on food to curtail developing my broad lawsuit and online businesses; as if I'd asked to come to their abode.
Thus the filthy, rude, self-bleaching, quickie-prostitute (substantiated) tabled her sat-on gay-pimp dodo the dilute millet-sucrose porridge I can't drink cause of CSID. This means I'll have to go spend 60/- on two tiny "chapatis" & paltry beans.
Then again the swine restarted it's incestuous-sexual witchcraft harassments trying to mind-associate it's maggot-vagina with me, now that nowadays it can't get me in the washrooms to get us both naked in witchcraft associations of her home-brothel vagina & my penis since I evaded her strategies to be now peeing behind my quarters.
Thus the strategy it's reviving this week is to table brunch then mark-time you while taking the tea & whatever to go urinate loudly in the house toilet for your ears with the urine hitting the toilet floor hard you'll think it's water from a hosepipe. Does she suck.
Something small will go a long way pls. Sos
2nd February 2026 1513hrs
Estranged, dying-of-jealousy "Turpin"-Mango witches start the extreme hunger-tortures now that they've achieved their long time goal of ensuring I don't eat at the fairest-food-kiosk whom they've secured under their Migori witches'-nest, i.e. the same witch-hunting game they play with most of the eateries around with regards to their prehistoric-descendant-culture married-but-gay / child-physique / 24/7-indoors zombie-occultism short of poisoning as already sanctioned by ex-Chief Amara that they'll kill me by either food/rat-poisoning or a machete-hacking gang.
Thus the filthy, quickie-prostitute (substantiated) ate with her whoring-imprinted daughter Linet & it's bastards in the outside kitchen while the gay-pimp dodo had the CSID porridge tabled which I can't partake-of cause of the gastrointestinal excretion pressures it'll trigger for the indigestible-nonabsorbable millet-sucrose.
Their goal's that I deplete all pennies I might have on food so I develop nothing on my broad lawsuit or online businesses... as if I'd asked to come to their abode. This means I'll have to spend 60/- on two "chapatis" and a plate of paltry beans at the other food kiosk a mile further, i.e. while I still have some coins remaining meaning once I deplete the savings it's going to be one-meal-a-day-at-supper death starvation! Something small will go a long way pls. Sos
NB:- The 'Turpin"-Mango witches yielded and finally tabled three-"chapatis" from the fairest-food-kiosk which nonetheless were soiled, a trademark-signature of the filthy, rude, self-bleaching, matriarchal, quickie-prostitute (substantiated) which fit the puzzle of the witch-hunting conspiracy btw the two; though this time the soil particles were more minute unlike last time before the last diarrheal bout 2-3 days back.
Otherwise, how the hell do you get to mix "chapatis" with soil unless you premeditatively intend to? Thus I'm waiting to see if it'll cause any diarrhoea or not but I'm done with the fairest-food-kiosk for the medical expenses. Sos
31st January 2026 2205hrs
Hello? They got mepoorol'self again, the prehistoric-descendant-culture "Turpin"-Mango married-but-gay / Hausa-Bori / GLBTQ / child-physique zombie-Occultist witches; though this time I managed to trace them back to their convent-accomplices on-leash, the fairest-food-kiosk! It's something they smear on non-mixable food stuffs like "chapatis"-or-"mandazis" whereby it's transparent & odourless and thus undetectable to the naked eye which you'll only realize when the stomach-ache diarrheal-peristalisis starts to persist exponentially!
You see, the trick I realized they undertake is that they'll have some treated-"chapatis" ready-waiting specifically for you placed near the pan to create the impression that they've jus' been lifted-off, mark-timing when you'll come asking for "chapatis hot from the pan..;" only to realize they were readymade and targeted for you by the evil-eyed, dying-of-jealousy witches. Hence, unexpected especially coming after the jus' recent bout, I ignored it the last two days till today in the morn. when I couldn't defy the unmistakable built-up diarrheal-peristalisis and had to take the precautionary two-tabs-at-once of Loperamide Hydrochloride to arrest the developments. The end justifies the means of their goal and this effectively means I gotta cut biz with the fairest-food-kiosk and thus to supplement the dying-of-jealousy, estranged, dysfunctional "Turpin"-Mango-family witches' hunger-tortures, I'll have to be moving further ahead a mile-or-two for beans and/or "chapatis" though less frequently cause of the higher price at 20/- each!
Never asked to come to their abode and they're banned from my sex-life, dates, wife and kids, businesses or preoccupations. If a bimbo derogates mepoorol'self by making arrangements behind my back with them, they like I've said before can forget me and go get betrothed by them or better sleep with their creepy incestuous-sexual and homosexual harassment selves. Till I get free from the shackles-&-chains like #FreedBritney or the #TurpinFamily, of their zombie-occultism half-dead / brain-dead / caged-cabbage existence where they wonna rob me of my self-determination, the inherent fundamental-freedom & constitutional-right to make my very own life decisions... in cahoots with the sellout economy-cartel-thief-President-and-terrorist-Ruto of the Adani-loot-scam, the Safaricom-heist, the Ikolomani-goldmines stakes, etc., it's aluta continua to the bitter end come rain, come sunshine! Something small will go a long way pls. Sos.
27th January 2026 1409hrs
The estranged "Turpin"-Mango witches hunger-tortures continue geared to ensure I deplete all my meagre resources on food so I develop nothing on the web, be it my broad lawsuit or my online businesses which require continuous data bundles.
Hence yesterday 'twas unsustainable four slices of bread I took with water cause the porridge the dying-of-jealousy quickie-prostitute (substantiated) cooks is intentionally made of millet only which's filled with sucrose my CSID physiology can't contain for one second pressurizing the gastrointestinal tract to forcibly excrete the indigestible-&-nonabsorbable sucrose outta the body! This is unlike the normal porridge sold allover eateries who's std recipe consists of cassava-&-millet flours and which I can drink gallons everyday without any gastrointestinal-excretion pressures! Thus today it's cooked porridge only for brunch meaning I'll have to spend 40-60/- upwards for brunch as if I'd asked to come to their abode. Something small will go a long way pls.
NB: And then another thing, yesterday the rude, filthy, self-bleaching, matriarchal quickie-prostitute (substantiated) got on another of her showdowns with the married-but-gay, sat-on, pimp-dodo, quarreling him to a shut-up in front of her behavioral-imprinted wild-oats daughter linet & her bastards in the outside kitchen... infact short of slapping him! The sat-on imbecile can't chase it, separate, divorce, discipline it or better marry a real wife-material woman / lady; whether it sleeps out, comes pst midnight or is nagging with a stranger male visitor in the dimly-lit outside kitchen past 2100hrs at night towards 2200hrs!
Such is where the Nigerians exclaim, "Amadioha forbid!" Don't know how much it's bound to see while still around. Sos.
I've said repeatedly I ain't living-or-working in narcissistic Godzilla Luo Nyanza let alone customarily marrying a feral-ape Luo. And as regards work I've categorically stated I don't give a hoot 'bout the big GoK posts or their zillions; I'm content with my Boma-Yangu Affordable Housing single room / bed-sitter in Nairobi Starehe Eastleigh and my 15m+ punitive-&-compensatory damages to start a life-with in a paralegal career since anyway, they've so far spoiled my plans to pursue medical genetics by their political-legal abuse of delayed-denied justice whereby the sadist empty-lives glee as the sun sets down on mepoorol'self cause they've made my life their biz & wonna determine who I have sex-with, date-or-marry. 
