8 Out Of 10

I promised I won’t take long before I update this dusty piece of the Internet. But it hasn’t been long seeing that I have done it before the 2nd birthday of this here baby. We are now going through the teething phase of the baby’s phase and I hope it won’t bite too hand on the nipple that feeds it.

Now that we are here doing this, I would like to start with some questions. Answer them as truthfully as you can.

1. I am currently (and confidently) employed.
2. I am currently employed in a position with a pay scale that fairly reflects
   my education, experience and talent.
3. I have a minimum of six months’ cost-of-living expenses in the bank
   and/or cookie jar.
4. I come from a wealthy family (not “rich,” wealthy).
5. I am confident that my* investments, pensions, 401k’s and even Social
   Security/Medicaid NHIF healthcare insurance will be there when I need them.
6. I don’t feel like I’ve dropped the soap in a prison shower every time I use
   an ATM.
7. I have adequate, reasonably affordable healthcare insurance.
8. I believe my best interests are being represented in Washington on Parliament Road.
9. I believe my best interests in the financial sense are considered at the
   Stock Exchange, by my broker, by my bank and employers.
10. I am living a better life than my parents, and my children will do better
    than me.

*My refers to anything that you pay out of your own pocket. Not what your parents, benefactors or employer pays for you.

** Taken from The Bosha’s Tumblr.

If you got anything above 8 (80% easy, peasy maths), you are among the lucky 1% that roams this earth. What does 1% mean?

It just means that they are able to do all that (and much more). They are not even classified as the upper-rich class. They are the wealthy. They reek of money. The reason I asked that is because people distrust the financial sector. Even in Nairobi they do. Stock-brokers, insurers and other financial companies will go under, with your money. Then you will have to keep on following up in the courts so that you can get it.

We live in a ruthless world and the financial sector is eating away at it (while the shilling goes down against the dollar). It is high time that we did something like what I joke about. I am not saying that we camp outside some office but there must be more that can be done.

Bad thing is that my conscience has been battling with me especially since I was trained in the ways of The Financial Deceiver and I am itching to one day go back there. Side note: The numbers are too good to work with plus The Wall Street movies (this and this) make me believe I can still do some good.

This marks an almost two month blogging hiatus following a promise that I would update it more frequently. I won’t make no such promises and I will see what goes this time round. Maybe it is high time I tried to spatter my creative juices upon this canvas that I have with me. A few changes will be made up here and I will try go back to the period of confusion.

My parting comment: When you cross over to the dark side, just accept it as it is with all the murk.

#NowPlaying Obie Trice – Cry Now

WORTHY READS

1. Longreads

2. Guernica

3. Nymou’s Tumblr

4. Threadless (because I want one of you to get me a couple of t-shirts. Leave me a comment to get my skinny details).

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