As a child born into a Christian home, I grew up with a lot of strict teachings and stern warnings given to me by my parents, part of which gambling, smoking, drinking, and clubbing were a big taboo. Having this in mind, I tried to avoid it all as I grew up but then there are times we wouldn't want to try those things we were being warned about just to see what they claimed to be wrong in it and purposely see what the outcome would be. At times, some are favorable, while at times, it isn't.
There was a time in my life when I felt I'd grown to a certain age, and I chose not to fear anything or anyone, including my parents. This brought me to a stage of daring what people say to me: if you claimed you would hurt me, I would ask you to go ahead waiting to see that which you threatened to do. Sometimes, I gamble with this, taking some risks that are not worth it; although I've always been lucky though, my sharp mouth does save me at times, but I can't always go Scott-free as it took a wrong turn some time ago when I dared my dad. It wasn't a funny situation but I'm glad I can laugh about it now
Some time ago, I wanted to go into a business, and my dad advised me to do adequate research about the business before venturing into it, but I was too eager to start the business, not minding anything else. I asked for some capital from my dad, and he gave me some conditions, such as a time limit to return the money with interest, whether it flourished or not. I was telling him then that I wouldn't be returning the money because I considered it a gift from my father. He then told me not to dare him to collect the money, and I boldly said I dared him, but then I was only saying it jokingly because I expected him not to ask for the money or interest.
Unfortunately, the business didn't yield positive results, and my dad, whom I had dared, was asking for his money and the interest. In the end, he stopped my allowance for two and a half months; that was the price I had to pay for daring him, and since then, I had to be cautioned not to gamble with him anyhow; he might take a new turn to surprise me. After that incident, some years ago, I tried to play on a betting platform known as Betnaija just because a friend of mine did and won a sum of #250,000. Then I thought I could do it too, knowing fully well this was against my parent's rules. I registered and funded the account with the sum of #1000 without knowing my way around it. I had to watch some videos to learn how to place a bet and ask a few friends whom I knew were into it. I did some betting on some football clubs to win the matches using #200 each for five games to exhaust the #1000. Some of the games brought a return of #4000, and the highest of them was #6000. I was so glad I would win that much, but then it was in my thought that I never win. All crashed, and I lost the #1000, not satisfied with the results; I funded the account with another #1000 and exhausted it, yet no winnings.
I was desperate to win and I wanted to fund the account the third time but thanks to my younger sister, she quickly called my attention to see that I was getting addicted to gambling which I needed to stop before it got out of hand and that makes me quickly retrace my steps and I come to realize that gambling comes with addiction. Chronic gamblers find it so difficult to stop once they start. I once had a friend who couldn't do without gambling for a day, and yet he had nothing; it's just like a drunkard; they can spend their last dime on alcohol. A gambler will spend her last dime on gambling. Gambling has some kind of spirit that makes it difficult to let go, and that is so bad; a gambler doesn't always have a fortune; they live their lives on a gamble.
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