Free is
Expensive while 'Genuine' is Corrupt!
Last I time I viewed my
television set there was an advert that said
...” You try it 30 days, its absolutely free and no obligation whatsoever!.
Three things occurred in my mind spontaneously without blinking my eyes:
1: I pinched myself on the thigh to see whether
I was still alive lest I had turned to a proverbial biblical statue of salt with no
feelings or utter recollections of bitter sweet memories.
2: The moment I felt some twitch of pain I realized that I was still here in
mother earth. Alive and kicking. I preferred not to hear more lies piling on top of half-baked
truth prepared in a Petri dish and
served in pepper soup. The lies were wired in encoded live wire and given in a shock of my life that I was being conned illegally
in a legal country. Simply because I had not paid enough attention before
appending my philosophical priestly signature that meanders in 7 languages on
the ever famous dotted line; sign here! Initial here! Date there sir stroke
Madam. All the way before reading the fine truth hidden in the fine super
script prints. See it occurs to me you will need a magnified glass to read the
legal footnotes of many contracts in life before committing suicide (plunging
to death on a cliff in broad day light and pledging loyalty to the forces of immortal
darkens) without having suicidal ideation whatsoever. Remember, That is
punishable within international applicable laws. Loitering around and ‘solicit icing’ I meant soliciting
a leaf of life while knowing or unknowingly you had already outlived sell and use by date
tag lines. Meaning you are now living on borrowed time as they say. Translating
that you have borrowed enough blew the trumpet or burst the tire you are not
credit worthy any more. See where I grew from..(The cradle of mankind) Kenya in
Africa if you borrow you deemed poor, if you constantly keep on borrowing you
are watched with eyes plucked out of socket
and avoided like an Ebola screening process ( fare thee well African brothers
and sisters) we never screened you enough with the power of dollar raised to
the square root of Pounds multiplied with infinitely Euro cents which equals to
nothing heavenly speaking.
The power of paying cash is respected, you feel the warmth of the wallet, the smell of cash notes lined in an old wallet that has seen days and outlived treacherous weather forecasts however accurate or inaccurate that can be. The act and initial process of drawing the wallet from the back pocket or for gender balance (am still one shot of my rib even if you carry Francis mathematical formula will not help) from a woman purse is by itself a thrilling act of ecstasy or orgasmic for that matter (Remember orgasmic experience in life are not necessarily sexual. They cheated you and now I tell you the truth). As a matter of fact it’s a well-choreographed process or rather learned behavior that has become addictive. Such that remember the first time you learnt how to smoke; how you sophistic-ally squeezed the cigarette stick between your middle finger and index thumb!. You waved your hand freely with a technical snap leather weight fickle touch to ash the earth, then whisk your arm in the sky to draw a ‘smooth’ joint between your lips and poor lungs that in between you choked the air with a smile that says ‘Oh yeh some more baby Oh yes am coming of age’!. Before you knew Nicotine had entrenched in all known and unknown spheres of your life. In synonymous it goes without saying; the addiction is beckoning every time you see smoke where there is no fire. It means something is wrong with your wisdom vision, you either going blind with truth I mean or you having unchecked blurred eye sight misdiagnosis with lies of truth. You are addicted and Taken. Funny enough you have you noticed it’s no longer funny? Because we all get addicted with the untruth side of life and not the positive side.
See no amount of being positive that can kill you , but alas if you swim in negativity , dine in negativity breath negativity and serve unbaked honest you will be diagnosed with depression and before you hire a lawyer to manage a misdiagnosis of a second opinion you are on life support. If you are lucky, they are now debating to switch off the only oxygen tube that is life supporting since you are termed to be in a comma that can never be resuscitated with any amount of genetically modified or drones projected biological lies. The Oxygen tube of truth has gone flat. This time I remembered sometimes in life it’s better to hear some sweet lies than bitter truth that sets you free then you die suddenly from excesses of ‘unchecked freedom’. Remember as the truth ties her shoe laces lies have circled the world twice.
The power of paying cash is respected, you feel the warmth of the wallet, the smell of cash notes lined in an old wallet that has seen days and outlived treacherous weather forecasts however accurate or inaccurate that can be. The act and initial process of drawing the wallet from the back pocket or for gender balance (am still one shot of my rib even if you carry Francis mathematical formula will not help) from a woman purse is by itself a thrilling act of ecstasy or orgasmic for that matter (Remember orgasmic experience in life are not necessarily sexual. They cheated you and now I tell you the truth). As a matter of fact it’s a well-choreographed process or rather learned behavior that has become addictive. Such that remember the first time you learnt how to smoke; how you sophistic-ally squeezed the cigarette stick between your middle finger and index thumb!. You waved your hand freely with a technical snap leather weight fickle touch to ash the earth, then whisk your arm in the sky to draw a ‘smooth’ joint between your lips and poor lungs that in between you choked the air with a smile that says ‘Oh yeh some more baby Oh yes am coming of age’!. Before you knew Nicotine had entrenched in all known and unknown spheres of your life. In synonymous it goes without saying; the addiction is beckoning every time you see smoke where there is no fire. It means something is wrong with your wisdom vision, you either going blind with truth I mean or you having unchecked blurred eye sight misdiagnosis with lies of truth. You are addicted and Taken. Funny enough you have you noticed it’s no longer funny? Because we all get addicted with the untruth side of life and not the positive side.
See no amount of being positive that can kill you , but alas if you swim in negativity , dine in negativity breath negativity and serve unbaked honest you will be diagnosed with depression and before you hire a lawyer to manage a misdiagnosis of a second opinion you are on life support. If you are lucky, they are now debating to switch off the only oxygen tube that is life supporting since you are termed to be in a comma that can never be resuscitated with any amount of genetically modified or drones projected biological lies. The Oxygen tube of truth has gone flat. This time I remembered sometimes in life it’s better to hear some sweet lies than bitter truth that sets you free then you die suddenly from excesses of ‘unchecked freedom’. Remember as the truth ties her shoe laces lies have circled the world twice.
3: It was two minutes now then I adjusted my glasses, I realized I did not
have my glasses on (I actually had broken them in a previous regional investment
party) but it’s a gesturistique ritual that has in innately eminently remained in me because I trust my instincts
more than solicited or unsolicited logical conclusions that are absolutely free
but more expensive in life than in death. You will pay through your nostrils if whatever
you are seeking is absolutely free because your natural truth excreta pathways
will be blocked and choked by immobility of wickedness and your lungs will collapse
before you blow circle rings in the air and exhale ‘Aluta continua’.
I cannot say for sure whether this has relevance in your day today life, but it certainly is very relevant in every day to day wars of my worth and unworthy character of struggle in my ‘miserable’ life. My message and two pence wisdom is not however for free!. You must sit back …adjust your vision aid imagined or real (let go off what you have always held to be cardinal 'truth', lest you knew you have been wearing blinkers and dark sun glasses in the dark, all this time while sipping Kenyan tea dipped in strawberry ice-cream of hatred) . You must villi-lily like it or not painstakingly read my jargon to decipher any iota of truth. it like mining gold you be lucky if you strike diamonds of malleability along the way. I tell you in broad day light my brother and sister you will find none in me coz the truth, the free naked truth is deep buried in YOU. Yes YOU. You must decide to reawaken the ghosts before they come to haunt you in the middle of the night or dismiss them with a pinch of salt to you own detrimental.
At this point in time I squeezed the pause button in my remote control and started writing this piece. We all have a pause button but rarely we use it in the highway of life but before we know it truth crashes on our sight with sigh of relief. This being truth and regular truth in an extraordinary regular life ends my involvement in this matter at this time until someone challenges this naked truth in the courtyard of naked truth where you must legalistically court dress the truth, sugar point pure niceness dressing it for rehearsals of pure lies that border on the line of truth. Adios Amigos ride on!. Original thoughts Expressed and Written By Njoroge wa Ngige 032815.
I cannot say for sure whether this has relevance in your day today life, but it certainly is very relevant in every day to day wars of my worth and unworthy character of struggle in my ‘miserable’ life. My message and two pence wisdom is not however for free!. You must sit back …adjust your vision aid imagined or real (let go off what you have always held to be cardinal 'truth', lest you knew you have been wearing blinkers and dark sun glasses in the dark, all this time while sipping Kenyan tea dipped in strawberry ice-cream of hatred) . You must villi-lily like it or not painstakingly read my jargon to decipher any iota of truth. it like mining gold you be lucky if you strike diamonds of malleability along the way. I tell you in broad day light my brother and sister you will find none in me coz the truth, the free naked truth is deep buried in YOU. Yes YOU. You must decide to reawaken the ghosts before they come to haunt you in the middle of the night or dismiss them with a pinch of salt to you own detrimental.
At this point in time I squeezed the pause button in my remote control and started writing this piece. We all have a pause button but rarely we use it in the highway of life but before we know it truth crashes on our sight with sigh of relief. This being truth and regular truth in an extraordinary regular life ends my involvement in this matter at this time until someone challenges this naked truth in the courtyard of naked truth where you must legalistically court dress the truth, sugar point pure niceness dressing it for rehearsals of pure lies that border on the line of truth. Adios Amigos ride on!. Original thoughts Expressed and Written By Njoroge wa Ngige 032815.
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