Dear Sportpesa

I trust you are fine, judging from the number of texts you send me every day, trying to entice me back into your life. Sincerely, that habit has become quite irritating. Can’t you just man up like all other people and move on with your life just as I have?

Just to let you know, I am no longer interested with the promise of a million shillings or anything more than that. You took advantage of my gullibility, promised me a heaven on earth. Turns out you were just like any other good liar.

You’ve taken good care of others except me. Each day it was a slap on my face. A hard slap. Nights spent with you haven’t always been the best. You soiled my bed and made me incur a lot of losses. Right now am okay without you. No matter how much you try to text me, I am not going to fall for your filthy charms.

I have had plenty of lovers since we parted ways. I have had elitebet, justbet, betway,betin and even mcheza. The later, I considered ugly, but still took her in, because she promised a free meal on our first date. All these relationships haven’t been that rosy. We had plenty of quarrels, break ups and make ups. Sometimes we thought we’d make it through, but they always cheated on me. They’d take me to Barcelona for holiday and leave me there, sometimes Madrid, sometimes City of Manchester. Each of these cities looked beautiful but they’d leave when there weren’t any goals. And when there were they weren't enough to bring us back to Kenya.

I have since stopped being blind and accepted my fate. I can’t be better with you. I don’t want to contract a heart attack or worse still depression. I don't want you to take away my reason for living just as many have been deprived. I am better off broke. So please stop texting me.