When Spam Acts Like Your Best Friend Forever 👥

There is this sweetest stranger Mr Tony (Yes he has a name) who keeps on mailing me to send him my details so he can transfer $15,000,000.00 (Fifteen Million United Dollars) in my account. Now I clearly remember my dad told me that my ancestors were Indian. What I don’t understand is the fact that how could my email be found ( in the Central Computer among the list of unpaid contractors, inheritance, next of kin and lotto beneficiaries that was originated from Africa) Now hold on a second! Did my dad lie to me again just like when he told Santa wasn’t real? 

Okay! So I got to clarify my originality from my parents again. I can do that. But wait! Who the hell is this villain Mr Charles in my life now who is after my $15,000,000.00 . This is preposterous. According to Mr Tony, he received an email from one Mr. Charles Wright who told him that he was my next of kin and that I died in a car accident last week. Now this is getting serious. I am pretty sure I am alive. For heavens sake, I am blogging. Right? Although if someone told me I was dead before getting this gentleman’s email I would have been fine. But now with $15,000,000.00 in my name, Na-ah! Not a chance buddy. If need be, I would return back from my grave to claim my money.

When Your Brain Does Some Thinking🤔

When I wanted a synthesizer , I got one. When I wanted a mouth organ, I got one. When I wanted a dog, I got one. When I wanted a bone(for my dog of course), I got one. It seems I always got what I wanted. My parents made sure I had everything that I wanted. Was I a pampered kid. Yes. Was I a bad kid? No. It’s not wrong to get what you want. But you should definitely wait for it to be your need. I got those easily but I am sure my parents didn’t. They worked hard to be at a position to buy me what I wanted. Back then I wouldn’t think so much and I would think of it to be normal.