Ballers Bin

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By Kennedy Kipchumba


The first article I ever wrote on this blog was titled "fast Money,Fast cars,Fast Grave"

Then, four men had been abducted in kitengela's Choma joint,totured, wrapped in sucks like potatoes and thrown to rot in different rivers around Nairobi

A year later the internet is picking up a similar story again .This time bodies of Kasarani flossing boys  were found Dickless, with punctured eyes and deep toture cuts

Cause: WASH WASH

When you post CQ statements  like "I must make it legally or illegally"  "Chase the bag by all means"...Do you have the balls to die naked tied in a steel chair as someone drills a six inch nail in your urethra?

People talk of fraud and scam games as if it's a child play.You just sweep  millions of shillings out of someones bank account to buy alcohol in 1824 and  expect him to go down silently?

It's a war with Guns,hitmen,Rouge officers,spies, snitches and bodies floating in River Yala

But it's never a big deal untill someone ties you down and unplug your eyes when you are still breathing

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Four years ago Frank Obegi was a simple MultiMedia University student doing twitter banters for endorsement and enjoying the simple Merry making Rongai had to offer.

When the carding wave came he was somewhere around the link and it sucked him in.

Career as Full Yahoo Boy began

Grilling beef in every longue along Thika road, hosting crazy parties,tips for the yellow yellows  and another mzinga for the boys

Police got involved in a couple of instances,and even a mob almost lynched him and his friend in 2020.But what does it matter the bag is the goal right?

Today his mutilated body  is lying cold in a refrigerator in City Mortuary

It's a painful pointless death

                            
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"I must make it legally or illegally" a punchline you post as a meme is a soft curve that express your level of status slavery

The worst remains to be "Don't talk to me  if it's not about money"

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