22nd February 2026 0900hrs. On my last pennies on my sundowner years at 48 unable to date-or-marry cause of the imposed penniless-pauperism by the mass-murderer / abductor, sellout, economy-cartel-wolf-hyena-
by the way didn't mention I've been dissing it's skirt-ape feral bimbo sisters trying to make unwanted advances; wonder who married it to it's wife?!
The @$$hole witches have made my life their business and think they should decide who I date, have sex with or marry; where I live-or-work and so far are trying to animistically drive all directions in town towards Nyatike as if they've already killed me and I'm a corpse waiting to be transported or better Ruto-abducted there.
I've said repeatedly I ain't living-or-working in narcissistic Godzilla Luo Nyanza let alone customarily marrying a feral-ape Luo. And as regards work I've categorically stated I don't give a hoot 'bout the big GoK posts or their zillions; I'm content with my Boma-Yangu Affordable Housing single room / bed-sitter in Nairobi Starehe Eastleigh and my 15m+ punitive-&-compensatory damages to start a life-with in a paralegal career since anyway, they've so far spoiled my plans to pursue medical genetics by their political-legal abuse of delayed-denied justice whereby the sadist empty-lives glee as the sun sets down on mepoorol'self cause they've made my life their biz & wonna determine who I have sex-with, date-or-marry. Kenya Pipeline IPO is bypassing me like lotsa other stuff in life have, at 48, as the sun sets down on my besieged-captive existence dying childless cause some compulsive-neurotic @$$hole witches think they should decide my life for me... since they've killed my spirit anyway & are jus' waiting to bury the body!
18th February 2026 1826hrs Stiff-necked rude, filthy, self-bleaching, quickie-prostitute (substantiated,) matriarchal, Hausa-Bori, GLBTQ-Occultist, "Penis-Envy" witch (rd. Sexology) continues her disgusting, incestuous-sexual predating harassments to wonna witchcraftly mind-associate her whoring-vagina with my penis... timing again till I was in the main house to go urinate loudly hitting the toilet floor hard like a hosepipe, jus' for my ears!
This among all the options it has from shamelessly urinating behind the outside kitchen along the open-shrubs-hedge-fence (marketing for strays dogs), and the washrooms / pit-latrines (which I quit peeing-in for her predation.) Remember they've both with the gay-pimp dodo exposed me their vagina-and-penis. It's the making of a zombie by these prehistoric-descendant-culture witches, I bet so they can have unhindered sex with such whenever, like the Turpins of California were on the verge of achieving. And then there's the pipe water whose flow they control-or-direct of which I noticed of late started sometimes to bring forth unclean water, either muddy or kinda milky like it's contaminated along a burst pipe somewhere so I've begun being extra cautious on that tap water which has always been spring clear like found in all water kiosks / homesteads. Otherwise, depleting my last pennies before imposed penniless-pauperism 24/7-indoors, prehistoric-descendant-culture zombie-occultism starts and thus would be very grateful for something small. Sos




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