The season of minting and printing dosh is on. All roads are now leading to Dom. All eyes are on Dom where the hishimiwas are congregating to enact a new constipation, sorry, new constitution. Again, since they arrived there they've been doing one thing, yakking and bickering over dosh. Politicians are making a killing. As well, twilight girls aka vyangu are on the hunt so as to make a killing out of those that have already made a killing. It is the business of making a killing. Everyone wants to share and enjoy the cut. What eating frenzy! Who cares about farmers and other paupers that are milked in the name of taxation that enriches all those making a killing?
In this biz of making a killing one person is left in the cold. The journalist is there to evidence all types of vimbwangas. He or she doesn't have any way to mint and print dosh. The media's printing and airing a lot of stuff so as to sell and make dosh. But the beneficiaries are the media moguls who harness journalists.
While dosh printing and minting is going on in Dom in the name of enacting a new constitution, we’re told: Our debt, too, is swelling thanks to paying such monkey biz. It sounds ironic, however, for a begging hunk to spend madly and lavishly this way. All the same, who cares if cash cows in the name of tax payers are always ready to foot the bill?
What agonizes is the fact that after some guys make a killing will spend on buying such sins like “chap chap stuff” to calm down their lust. Thereafter, our public coffers will feel the pangs and twangs thanks to sending the victims of miwaya to either India or South Africa for treatment. Once again, paupers will foot the bill.
Another product of such merry going biz is the fact that many marriages will hit the rock.
Those who think that cannabis and illicit liquor are driving me crazy so as to utter lies should wait. If you want to prove me wrong or otherwise just go to Dom. You’ll see. All types of shangingi are there. There are Japanese ones, homemade sangiki, foreign sex workers and whatnot. Con men and women, too, are congregating in Dom to make a killing. Indeed, it is time for making dough however illegal and dirty it is.
Drug pushers, too, are there to make people feel high. It is a smile for landlords and landladies especially those who own Guest Houses. Dom now is no longer a forgotten, dry and dusty town you know. Though it has been forgotten when it comes to making le capitale du pays, now it is live beaming with all beauties and goodies shekels can offer and buy.
Given that dosh is the only and everything many are looking for, they’ll use every trick in the book including the oldest tricks in the book. They’ll break every law in the book to get at least a whiff of dosh. Twilight girls are risking their lives and those of their customs so as to get dosh. Thieves are putting their lives on the line so that they can get dosh. It is money money more money ad infinitum. This dosh-printing-and-minting biz goes on without an end. Some use their words to make dosh while others use their bodies to make the same. This is called prostitution and the other politics. When you look at the duo you find that the end product is dosh. Again, the difference is about morality. One accuses another that her biz is immoral while the other hits back hard saying they all are doing biz. She says that if her biz is immoral simply because it involves a forbidden fruit, what of those who tell lies in a broad daylight? She argues. If you want to know whose biz is immoral monkey one, just ask poor tax payers whose dosh causes this entire imbroglio. To him they’re all the same--- they are business persons whose biz is to vend him.
The other day one boozers left us in stitches. He said that twilight girls represent sinners while hishimiwa represent those to whom sins have been committed every five years. You know what I mean. Again, if you look at a sin of selling one’s body and the one of duping the melee, which sin is bigger than another? To me, the one who sells her body isn't a threat just like the one who swindles my dosh. For, the one who swindles my dosh makes me poor. He makes millions of paupers while the one selling her body just destroys her body and a few bodies of the mongrels purchasing her sins. In such a situation whereby the dosh to be made belongs to nobody what matters is the end not the means. Have you forgotten those who went with their spouses to scoop free dosh in the name of representation? Whom are such people representing in the first place?
In a nutshell what’s going on in Dom or Idodomya is but doom, dosh and constipation of dosh.
Source: The Sunday Guardian March 30, 2014.