The Game

It's all a puzzle , but the game is leaked, the results are the same , just that the players are in disguise. Who am I to talk? Si mlisema you'd rather use an old knife that's not working and hurting you than to use a new and unused one.
The rules mlichange and nasikia better kuongeza maji kwa the sea that's already breaking it's boundaries than to start on a new one.
Youths ndo the decision makers , but kwa the list of takers hawatoshei juu the rules are too twisted for them to play but so simple for them to spectate.
Si nilisikia the easiest way to make an enemy to support you is by breaking all their ties or buying all their supplies that itabidi wakubeg ndyo uwasupply. Si ndyo sera za 5year zinabargainiwa 100bob.
Sisemi that all the potatoes in the basket are rotten, but tutajua aje which ones are infected tusiposeparate the two coz for now nyote mnastink rotten.
Am glad the rules are changing and the players are noticing. Na isiwe suprise kupata the usual player praying kwa bench wakispeculate.
Am not a politician. Oooh my bad. Am no one. Juu the stakes are high to speculate and the players are so classy to be in touch.
The field is being prepared, Choose your players wisely. And remember we are still in a dent in debt and the tents of the next are already being prepared.

Peterson Maru
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