You are a fine young person, although you graduated at the top of your class, sometimes you behave like you are straight from the ghetto. You have a nice job; you are actually one of the best employees at your firm. You earn good money and this is probably where the problem stems from. First you think this job will always be there, probably that’s why you never save a dime.
You abandoned your family, the very people who put aside their needs to see you through school. Now you see them as parasites who want to feast on your hard earned cash. You chose to cut them off; you now have a bunch of happening people who replaced your clan. From Monday to Monday you hop from bar to bar. You hate everyone who tries to advise you or rebuke you.
From work you hit the bar then a restaurant that prepares ‘Boilo’(boil) and Akatogo to tame your hangover. You then stagger into the office with sun glasses covering your eyes. Although you are young and your work is appreciated, everyday people around you notice the little unusual things like red eyes, the smell of alcohol, creased clothes, dirty shoes and cigarettes holes on your shirt.
Though you are a charming person with a sense of humour and everyone loves to be around you, this is not enough to make your boss turn his eyes on your now sloppy working ways.
Many people would kill to have your job, your family and everything that you are taking for granted. Many have been trying to have at least one baby but in vain. As for you, you feel mistreated when asked for money to take care of the babies you undeservedly got from your one-night stands.
You spend a lot of money in your endless drinking sprees but forget to clear your landlord and your house help. You are a common face at your bank, the moment they see you they just know you want a salary advance.
You lost all important contacts because you keep losing your cell phone when drunk then blamed it on thieves. Now your new cheap phone is full of muchoma, bouncers, hookers and special taxi drivers’ numbers. You shy away from sober people; you hate gospel music or the mere mention of the word ‘church’.
I’m not a psychic but believe me when I say, I clearly see you going down and when you hit the bottom, it will be hard for you to rise again. If you don’t care about yourself, do it for your family and all those who truly care about you. Just some advise…