I used to laugh when people warned me about betting. To me, it was abiur tu, harmless fun that could change my life overnight. I started small, just a few shillings here and there. When I won once, the excitement hooked me. I believed I had discovered a shortcut out of poverty.
Soon, betting became my routine. Salary day meant loading apps, not paying bills. Rent delays became normal. I lied to my wife, telling her money was tied up in biashara. In reality, I was chasing losses day and night, convinced the next ticket would save me. Instead, it buried me deeper.…CONTINUE READING
