Felix worked as a motorbike taxi driver and was quite popular around the TRM stage in Roysambu where he plied his trade. On a good day, he could fetch upwards of 6000 shillings or thereabouts. As a newly married man, he usually returned home early, had dinner with his wife, and watched Television before settling down to sleep for the night. He saved his earnings with a local Sacco which promised good deals such as the legibility to receive very low-interest rates loans that were three times the amount of one’s savings. This was before he started betting.
Three months ago, a friend of his rode and screeched next to him on a brand-new motorcycle. Apparently, (according to his friend) the money to purchase the new set of wheels was earned from placing bets on the games played in the English Premier league. Of course, Felix had heard of these stories and he never believed such tales. He dismissed those as mere exaggerations of luck. However, the germ had already been planted.
In days and weeks to come Felix would look at the extra 500 shillings above his daily earnings and ask himself what was there to lose if he could try betting and either lose or win. It was worth a try, wasn’t it? And so he began tentatively placing cautious bets here and there. He won some and lost some. And this whetted his appetite.
As days went on, he placed bigger bets and always had an excuse for his wife whenever he came home a few thousand shillings short. Something kept tugging at his heart saying, your time will come, just hold on. And so he placed bets and made staggering losses which despite his hard work as a motorcycle rider, soon began losing his calm nonchalance and assured demeanour. With time he found that he had missed a million-dollar jackpot by just one choice. That can’t be, he cried in his heart.
When the next jackpot announcement was made Felix was ready, he placed his motorcycle up as a security to a money lender who loaned him 20,000 shillings. Felix was more than convinced that this was his day.
After carefully placing his bets, Felix sat at a popular cafe to watch the football results. When the final whistle blew, Felix was already counting his correct bets with a pounding heart and dilated pupils. Weeks later all everyone said was that he smashed his phone on the ground, screamed like a madman, and was never heard from again. If only his gamble had paid off. This sad story is not new, we have heard a version of it before.
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