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Office sex

Ni kawaida secretary kukua. Na trust
Juu hujui time mdosii atakuuliza ka uko salama
Ndio atake down notes
Ni kawaida
Ni kawaida secretary akue smooth si unajua ma CEO hawapendi watu wa nduthi juu hao ndio ma rough rider
Ni kawaida
Ni kawaida  ma secretary kukua sure
But
But is it worth it nauliza
What happened to appointment by merit
What happened that ni sikuizi bila sex huezi inherit position work place
What happened hadi bedroom ikakua work place
What happened,
What happened that we no longer hit the nail on the head
But hit our heads on the nail
What happened?
Wahenga walisema hard work pays
Lakini alitu confuse aliposema without play, after all work makes Jack a dull boy
Alituconfuse
Tuka grab playing grounds ndio tu build rooms za ku play under the sheets,
Hard work pays,
So they try to sweat it out on the sheets
Success imekua sexually transmitted
Ukiwa lucky, after one shot unakua managing director
But
But this has to stop
It has to stop when me and you and him
Share this piece to her and them
Not so as to criticise them but to
But to remind them that success
Success is all in our ability to deliver good performance and not babies

*Doluh words*
*Oluh Ffinsky*
©2018

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