THE REGRETS AND CONFIDENCES OF A FORMER DOOKAT

THE REGRETS AND CONFIDENCES OF A FORMER DOOKAT

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THE REGRETS AND CONFIDENCES OF A FORMER DOOKAT

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PROLOGUE Hello dear brothers and sisters. I'm' called Demba but for relatives it'est Dembis. J'come to share my story with you, hoping to help some people not fall into ease. J' will soon be in the quarantines in a few months. My life is really like chewing gum. Those who do not know this life will have the opportunity to know it, those who already know it will know the true meaning of this life. J'follow a doorkat (truand somehow).All that J'peux tell you for the moment is that'argent is won by the sweat of the forehead.

J' was influenced by those who said that : "Khaliss kene douko ligueye danioukoy lidieunti" (l'argent is not working on the rule). Today'hui, I am no longer of this opinion,'argent must be worked not by rigging from left to right. To live a simple and quiet life, use your work. 'argent of'a mini honest work is worth a thousand times millions of'a dishonest work. Khaliss dafa wara lew, sett te barkel (l'argent must be blessed and clean). We will be going into details very soon. Nandity: Rebegotten guys. J' had many stories to tell but a lot of'among you wanted a casual story, because last time,' had too much emotion and J' understands. J'reste in the same lineage, that is, the stories of life. J'suis back for a story like no other, y'aura of the', of the emotion, of the laughter, of the joy, of the regrets, but the final goal it'is as usual to pay attention to the life. J' really wanted to take 3 months of rest but this story deserves to be told', because many of us are a little lost, blinded by'argent. We no longer seek to work honestly, all we want is to be rich, live in luxury without getting tired. The worst, there'a a word that'on uses with pride without weighing its weight (Door) without judging anyone, we will discover the words of this man. Everyone wants to be in wealth, it'is normal but you'a sacrifices, rules to follow everything in dignity, sincerity,'honesty in short, we will discuss this throughout this story. Namess namalene...

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