the last time we talked i was on my way to ocha...where i was going to specifically water my tonsils.the place where swallows come at the right temperature and price..i also mentioned something to do with sharity...the customer servive lady at my local..who has a posterior that makes heads turn litelary.
when i was writing this afew wks ago i wanted to tell u about how a certain bash i was invited to went down...but since my memory aint that good at remembering good things...then i wil just hijack this post and talk about something different.
but b4 i do i wud b in order to wish that dude called treva a happi 45th birth day..i also say thanx for the many beers we enjoyed with my fello goons (read LEE & co)...although i hear u were left cursing after we sniped u..after we saw the bill....but i think u learnt ur lesson.of neva again to invide goons to a club which is north of moi avenue...(sisi ni watu wa downtown..y lie)..
that was neither here nor there.av been away from kafete 4 6 months..and for the first time i missed fellow classmates most of whom i eitha dnt kno their names or i hav forgotten. the problem with missing pple so much is that its highly very unlikely that they will return the favour.its very easy to gauge whether u were missed or not..eg the number of hugs u get on the first day, the number of pple who say hi ken instead of just hi..etc.
but am not so disappointed...i here pple are stil nursing corporate hengi..so in afew wksa time wen the hengis r over maybe i wil realize i was also missed.............but one thing am sure is that as much as pple wil overcome these corporate hengis......some will take long to get over especially with the ladies...and thats why i am ready to share the roads of kafete with many more yana tyres, celtel, EABL vans..etc...i hear u cant reside in some part of that place called maseno if if u aint corportae...but thats a story for another day........in the meant time..keep those hugs coming...but this applys only to the 'beautiful women of maseno'
Sunday, 30 March 2008
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
recess
dear readers of this my blog...its sad that am informing u this butmtaelewa
i hav decided to take a deserved break...i wil be going to a place called neckta pot..my local in ocha..where i wil be served by one woman called sharity....she who has a posterial that neva ends.
i hav decided to take a deserved break...i wil be going to a place called neckta pot..my local in ocha..where i wil be served by one woman called sharity....she who has a posterial that neva ends.
Monday, 17 March 2008
life teachings
.....cont..…
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...the good thing about having my sessions in my local pub is that it’s the only opportunity I get to share a table with my medicine man, my MP and my church pastor(sshhh.. that’s a secret) and better still share the golden waters of Ruaraka.
After I ordered the down payment (2 beers) we were ready to start and here came his first question “if there was no death, how could the inheritor get thing???” must admit that hit me so hard I thought EABL had decided to increase the alcohol content in its waters without informing the swimmers. It also brought back the sad memories of ‘love’ now safely buried in my heart, only as a memory.
“This is lesson number 1” woo, I thought to my self, death before birth, unless it’s in Ken kbc philosophy of life (refer to the side bar of this page). He went on. “When I was coming to this watering hole (NI LAZIMA AFIKE) I had a flat tyre, what do think I did?” that was pretty simple. “Replaced the flat tyre with the spare and move on” I answered, by now just about to ask for refund coz love and tyres to me didn’t have any relationship (haiwess).
My pastor interrupted, trying to recite his last verses before drowning in the waters of EABL, which were now getting deeper as he poured his 5th bottle. “Even when Mosses could not get the children of Israel to Canaan, he had to choose someone”.
After a few minutes of silence I knew it was time to order for the second down payment, which I did. “Good” he went on. “It’s the same principle with women, whenever they are driving the vehicle called ‘love’ to destination ‘my man’ and they get a puncture ‘absence of a man’ they don’t stop”.
My my my, I had never looked at love from a drunkard point of view, but it was getting interesting. “Heartbroken women provide the best fishing grounds, because they are always desperate to fill the void left behind.”
As I ordered the third and final installment, he concluded, “since you missed on been the manufactures first choice tyre, just look out for a tyre burst and be the perfect spare part.” Had never thought of myself as a spare (most men have never) but it was a lesson learnt and may be, just may be, an option.
As we left, he challenged me to ponder over lesson number two; “the man to woman ratio of 7:1 only means that you must have at least 7 heart breaks before you find the true one” can’t wait……….
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...the good thing about having my sessions in my local pub is that it’s the only opportunity I get to share a table with my medicine man, my MP and my church pastor(sshhh.. that’s a secret) and better still share the golden waters of Ruaraka.
After I ordered the down payment (2 beers) we were ready to start and here came his first question “if there was no death, how could the inheritor get thing???” must admit that hit me so hard I thought EABL had decided to increase the alcohol content in its waters without informing the swimmers. It also brought back the sad memories of ‘love’ now safely buried in my heart, only as a memory.
“This is lesson number 1” woo, I thought to my self, death before birth, unless it’s in Ken kbc philosophy of life (refer to the side bar of this page). He went on. “When I was coming to this watering hole (NI LAZIMA AFIKE) I had a flat tyre, what do think I did?” that was pretty simple. “Replaced the flat tyre with the spare and move on” I answered, by now just about to ask for refund coz love and tyres to me didn’t have any relationship (haiwess).
My pastor interrupted, trying to recite his last verses before drowning in the waters of EABL, which were now getting deeper as he poured his 5th bottle. “Even when Mosses could not get the children of Israel to Canaan, he had to choose someone”.
After a few minutes of silence I knew it was time to order for the second down payment, which I did. “Good” he went on. “It’s the same principle with women, whenever they are driving the vehicle called ‘love’ to destination ‘my man’ and they get a puncture ‘absence of a man’ they don’t stop”.
My my my, I had never looked at love from a drunkard point of view, but it was getting interesting. “Heartbroken women provide the best fishing grounds, because they are always desperate to fill the void left behind.”
As I ordered the third and final installment, he concluded, “since you missed on been the manufactures first choice tyre, just look out for a tyre burst and be the perfect spare part.” Had never thought of myself as a spare (most men have never) but it was a lesson learnt and may be, just may be, an option.
As we left, he challenged me to ponder over lesson number two; “the man to woman ratio of 7:1 only means that you must have at least 7 heart breaks before you find the true one” can’t wait……….
Friday, 14 March 2008
my power sharing woes
Finally somebody decided to be with KBC. Talk of the power of personal selling coupled with the quality of the product being sold.But unfortunately thats where the good part ends.Am supposed to say am hooked up..but since there is a new word in town am forced to say 'we r hooked up'.seems crazy but to avoid suspicion in this young and fragile relationship.....oops.eeh..'love coalition' a m forced to to go by what i signed for : some thing we called 'a love m o u'.
Am not into this love thing..but as they say if u want to bath then u must remove your clothes.....and i also kno that the sweetness of the pudding is in the eating..and since i sense some sweetness somewhere and i wonna taste it..then i hav to do all that appertains..so that when the meal is ready i can indulge comfortably.
But thats neither here nor there..i was meant to tell you how the new word in town is wrecking my new found 'good' life...yeah u heard it..its a good life..kwani wot else wud u call this time am having now..sweet sms's all over my inbox..although u dnt expect to find the same in my outbox..am not soo good in these things u kno. there is also the imaginary smooches i get in my dreams when a goodnite sms has some message to the effect that i dream about her....But thats where the good part ends..coz when it comes to return the favour since this thing is supposed to be 50:50.things get a little bit trickier...since sms's are always coming am supposed to do the same.So, imagine me composing ati sweet sms's every 2 hrs or so...ni fyam.av always thot am creative enough but when all i can do is send fowards and recycle them now and then..then i start to doubt my self.Am also told that since am the so called senior partner in this love coalition..am not even supposed to sms..i shud call..thats why i have so many 'pls call me's in my inbox.
Not that i cant call but my fone..is not used to calling pple on all days apart from Friday when am busy organizing troops for some serious swimming session in river ruaraka.But since tough times call for tough measures i have decided that in the interest of the coalition i wil do the calling on condition that...............................................
Am not into this love thing..but as they say if u want to bath then u must remove your clothes.....and i also kno that the sweetness of the pudding is in the eating..and since i sense some sweetness somewhere and i wonna taste it..then i hav to do all that appertains..so that when the meal is ready i can indulge comfortably.
But thats neither here nor there..i was meant to tell you how the new word in town is wrecking my new found 'good' life...yeah u heard it..its a good life..kwani wot else wud u call this time am having now..sweet sms's all over my inbox..although u dnt expect to find the same in my outbox..am not soo good in these things u kno. there is also the imaginary smooches i get in my dreams when a goodnite sms has some message to the effect that i dream about her....But thats where the good part ends..coz when it comes to return the favour since this thing is supposed to be 50:50.things get a little bit trickier...since sms's are always coming am supposed to do the same.So, imagine me composing ati sweet sms's every 2 hrs or so...ni fyam.av always thot am creative enough but when all i can do is send fowards and recycle them now and then..then i start to doubt my self.Am also told that since am the so called senior partner in this love coalition..am not even supposed to sms..i shud call..thats why i have so many 'pls call me's in my inbox.
Not that i cant call but my fone..is not used to calling pple on all days apart from Friday when am busy organizing troops for some serious swimming session in river ruaraka.But since tough times call for tough measures i have decided that in the interest of the coalition i wil do the calling on condition that...............................................
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
In the loving memory of ‘love’
Many people (even myself) think that am crazy whenever I say am going to visit a cemetery in my heart. I choose to lay to rest my love thea with the hope that 1 day I will find it alive. I always feel the urge to constantly pay my respect to the one thing I have never really understood, 'they call it love'.
For a long time I had always wondered why people say they are in love with thea cars, bank accounts, Beers and even pets, but now I tend to understand the reason why, women are no longer worth loving. Love is supposed to be 2 way, reciprocated. When you love your car, you never expect any emotions in return so you never feel disappointed or shortchanged.
Yah, your guess is right, I have fallen in love with cars, beer and lastly with a woman, a fall too painful I prefer to hold it only as a memory; they say you learn from this but am still waiting to see how. So hurt was I that I had to visit a medicine man, luckily he is always available at my local pub and this how the story went...........................................
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Article by guest writer.
For cont……Check out ‘CODE 12’ April issue
For a long time I had always wondered why people say they are in love with thea cars, bank accounts, Beers and even pets, but now I tend to understand the reason why, women are no longer worth loving. Love is supposed to be 2 way, reciprocated. When you love your car, you never expect any emotions in return so you never feel disappointed or shortchanged.
Yah, your guess is right, I have fallen in love with cars, beer and lastly with a woman, a fall too painful I prefer to hold it only as a memory; they say you learn from this but am still waiting to see how. So hurt was I that I had to visit a medicine man, luckily he is always available at my local pub and this how the story went...........................................
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Article by guest writer.
For cont……Check out ‘CODE 12’ April issue
Monday, 10 March 2008
Rumor has it….
In 'Kafete' the 2nd years have always traded accusation on each other of 'not been tight' with the comrades from Kape and Maseno been the masters of this. Unfortunately, no one is willing to take the blame. Rumor has it that the loudest complainers are those of us who are single and our only way of getting all those 'goodies' of different variety (not to mention sizes), and in one go is through the class get 2gethers.
The class dinner (ilikuwa mamayao) brought us to reality that one can built a mud hut on top of a gold mine, sleep in it hungry and sit all day cursing the creator as to why he is so unfair yet 'vitu' ziko pale pale, papo papo hapo ulipo. Rumor has it that’s why the brand 'Nyama'' formally a men’s only thing was re-branded to include those of the opposite sex and guess that came in handy as a knight in shining armor after all the devastating drought of goodies. (hugs, smiles and.......name it).
But reviewing the get 2gethers from a different angle, I have noted some 'trade marks' habits that surely show where you belong. Here are a few:
• The machipo boys. This guys really shika me especially with thea unsaid slogan, "kaa hakuna machipo haiwezi shika". Trust me; for this guys machipo accompany anything be it Nyama, Beer or Ice-cream and anywhere, a bash in Kape, Nyama in upper hill, pork in Kafete or rock night in cani. Rumor has it that the reason some of them were late for class dinner, was that they had to have some machipo to get in the mood and reorganize thea vibes.
• The Ruaraka boys. The golden waters really do these boys some good. so much that whenever thea is a black out in Kafete, a quick visit is organized to 'kamuteini' to recharge the inner eyes and some times to open 'the inner heart' commonly known as kufungua roho, Rumor has it that during the get together, King King (KK) could be spotted hanging in some of thea coats, how true it is, I don’t know
• The lib boys. Under captain Phillip its Books books and more vitabu. I mean books is everything to this guys (they know better than all the others why they are in Kafete). No wonder you don’t see many of them in any get together unless we organize one in the lib. Rumor has it that the last Nyama session they sent an apology letter saying that they could not make it coz they were arranging the lib in readiness for next sem.(I hear watu watakuwa serious). Rumor also has it that they were protesting that the class dinner starts at 10.00 (after lib imefungwa, bet kantai doesn’t jua this). May be they required some time to research on 'how to turn dinners to opportunities ' and probably write a few Mwakenyas. Funny enough, Some of these guys have already named thea Board of Directors once they make it to one of Kenya’s top companies.
People, if we have to be together, we must have a way of accommodating and appreciating each other. I mean create an environment where Machipo, golden waters and books can co-exist. We need to find a mediator to strike a space sharing deal between the three parties and rumor has it, who is better suited than MZEE KAZIKWISHA (I don’t jua his real name), a person who we can all trust yet we jua little or nothing about him. But that’s a story for another day.
Watch out for the Maseno version
Article by guest writter
The class dinner (ilikuwa mamayao) brought us to reality that one can built a mud hut on top of a gold mine, sleep in it hungry and sit all day cursing the creator as to why he is so unfair yet 'vitu' ziko pale pale, papo papo hapo ulipo. Rumor has it that’s why the brand 'Nyama'' formally a men’s only thing was re-branded to include those of the opposite sex and guess that came in handy as a knight in shining armor after all the devastating drought of goodies. (hugs, smiles and.......name it).
But reviewing the get 2gethers from a different angle, I have noted some 'trade marks' habits that surely show where you belong. Here are a few:
• The machipo boys. This guys really shika me especially with thea unsaid slogan, "kaa hakuna machipo haiwezi shika". Trust me; for this guys machipo accompany anything be it Nyama, Beer or Ice-cream and anywhere, a bash in Kape, Nyama in upper hill, pork in Kafete or rock night in cani. Rumor has it that the reason some of them were late for class dinner, was that they had to have some machipo to get in the mood and reorganize thea vibes.
• The Ruaraka boys. The golden waters really do these boys some good. so much that whenever thea is a black out in Kafete, a quick visit is organized to 'kamuteini' to recharge the inner eyes and some times to open 'the inner heart' commonly known as kufungua roho, Rumor has it that during the get together, King King (KK) could be spotted hanging in some of thea coats, how true it is, I don’t know
• The lib boys. Under captain Phillip its Books books and more vitabu. I mean books is everything to this guys (they know better than all the others why they are in Kafete). No wonder you don’t see many of them in any get together unless we organize one in the lib. Rumor has it that the last Nyama session they sent an apology letter saying that they could not make it coz they were arranging the lib in readiness for next sem.(I hear watu watakuwa serious). Rumor also has it that they were protesting that the class dinner starts at 10.00 (after lib imefungwa, bet kantai doesn’t jua this). May be they required some time to research on 'how to turn dinners to opportunities ' and probably write a few Mwakenyas. Funny enough, Some of these guys have already named thea Board of Directors once they make it to one of Kenya’s top companies.
People, if we have to be together, we must have a way of accommodating and appreciating each other. I mean create an environment where Machipo, golden waters and books can co-exist. We need to find a mediator to strike a space sharing deal between the three parties and rumor has it, who is better suited than MZEE KAZIKWISHA (I don’t jua his real name), a person who we can all trust yet we jua little or nothing about him. But that’s a story for another day.
Watch out for the Maseno version
Article by guest writter
I wonna be with KBC
"WOT I WANT TO HEAR A WOMAN SAY"
'Wot do i want from the new kenya?..i want a husband..a man for that matter.i want a man who is not all ova me..a man who gives me space....a man who likes his drink..a man.who wil face me in the face and tel me 'gal u dnt look soo gud in that dress..beta being without clothes at all'..i want a man who goes to church on fridays..a man who wil share the blessings with me the whole wkend....a man who who does not talk much..a man who is a bit shy yet not shy to me...i want a man who wil not introduce me to his friends coz i hate ..drunk friends...i want a man who is not jealous...a man who believes and demonstrates the act of sharing.....a man with all these qualities together.........i want to be with KBC.'
'Wot do i want from the new kenya?..i want a husband..a man for that matter.i want a man who is not all ova me..a man who gives me space....a man who likes his drink..a man.who wil face me in the face and tel me 'gal u dnt look soo gud in that dress..beta being without clothes at all'..i want a man who goes to church on fridays..a man who wil share the blessings with me the whole wkend....a man who who does not talk much..a man who is a bit shy yet not shy to me...i want a man who wil not introduce me to his friends coz i hate ..drunk friends...i want a man who is not jealous...a man who believes and demonstrates the act of sharing.....a man with all these qualities together.........i want to be with KBC.'
Thursday, 6 March 2008
How to make my woman happy
The fact that I don’t really like women (apart from my mum), let alone having them is no secret. Not that my vibes ziko down bearing the fact that I got my first kiss in STD 2 (hiyo nimepost hadi kwa CV ya mine). Have never had nasty experiences with them but the tales my pals share, scares me from even trying the love waters, but I surely do enjoy some waters especially the Ruaraka ones. Unfortunately, age is catching up with me and not to rub my clan the wrong way I have to find one of the opposite sex.
My mama once told me I would make a woman happy, but I guess she forgot to fill me in on how. But since I now have to make one happy, this my plan
• Will never be unfaithful. As per the holy book, that I will never sleep with any other woman, but not with my bottle. She will never have to worry about STD’s coz all the time I will be too drunk to sleep at home let alone even to touch her.
• I will sell my only plot in Ocha to cater for our honeymoon. This will defiantly start our marriage on a very high note. It will be one she will live to remember and be proud to share with her friends. This will be in one condition, ¾ of the budget will be allocated for my beers.
• She can sleep out whenever she wants. Have heard that bad sex is a recipe for divorce, guess this will make sure she gets enough experience to bring in our bedroom and will also give me more time with my bottle.
• She will have full access to my bank account. This will give her the muscle to control our finances. We will never have to argue money (especially after a good time with my beer). Will also make sure the account gets regular deposits, that is coin change after my beer
• Will pay our children school fee fully and on time. Our kids will never be chased out of class for lack of school fee. Guess that will be simple since there is free primary and secondary education and none of them will make it to campus, that’s why before every beer; I toss ‘Kibaki tena’.
Having implemented my 5 step strategic plan, I would make any woman happy unless she doesn’t want to. As they say, some have eyes and they don’t see, some ears but they don’t listen while others just don’t want to be happy.
Guess all women reading this long to be my one and only one. Please send your detailed applications before this offer runs out.
Article by guest writer
My mama once told me I would make a woman happy, but I guess she forgot to fill me in on how. But since I now have to make one happy, this my plan
• Will never be unfaithful. As per the holy book, that I will never sleep with any other woman, but not with my bottle. She will never have to worry about STD’s coz all the time I will be too drunk to sleep at home let alone even to touch her.
• I will sell my only plot in Ocha to cater for our honeymoon. This will defiantly start our marriage on a very high note. It will be one she will live to remember and be proud to share with her friends. This will be in one condition, ¾ of the budget will be allocated for my beers.
• She can sleep out whenever she wants. Have heard that bad sex is a recipe for divorce, guess this will make sure she gets enough experience to bring in our bedroom and will also give me more time with my bottle.
• She will have full access to my bank account. This will give her the muscle to control our finances. We will never have to argue money (especially after a good time with my beer). Will also make sure the account gets regular deposits, that is coin change after my beer
• Will pay our children school fee fully and on time. Our kids will never be chased out of class for lack of school fee. Guess that will be simple since there is free primary and secondary education and none of them will make it to campus, that’s why before every beer; I toss ‘Kibaki tena’.
Having implemented my 5 step strategic plan, I would make any woman happy unless she doesn’t want to. As they say, some have eyes and they don’t see, some ears but they don’t listen while others just don’t want to be happy.
Guess all women reading this long to be my one and only one. Please send your detailed applications before this offer runs out.
Article by guest writer
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
how we wrecked havoc on some ribs
if u r reading this and u were supposed to come on sato for nyamchom that i had so painstakingly organised yet didnt show ur not so good looking anatomy up be assured that u are forgiven and bear in mind that ur absence was highly unrecognized.the reason am saying so is coz that day reminded me of the so many dates with potential projects that i have sabotaged or wrecked.but my case is understandable coz most of the said projects, i meet them in very ungodly places and of course at those times am also in some un natural state most likely after swallowing a few liters of the holy waters of ruaraka . so its understandable that i might go home at some ungodly hrs on friday with my phone loaded with a number of new contacts of wud be projects but come saturday and my head clears up and i realize that having contacts of pple whom i can barely visualise aint that a gud idea.
nway thats neither here nor there, i was telling u of how last sato i was meant to meet so many pple who in afew yrs time i wil hav forgoten that i spent 4 yrs with. these pple r wot i call fello campaserians or kafeterians or to be politically correct comrades, although our comradeship applies only wen am not in the moods of doing assignments and i hav to write a fair copy of their work as my assignment.
basically wot am saying is that i had high expectations of meeting the comrades especially the she ones of course for obvious reasons.i had tried to get some decent sleep on friday but the thot of all those free hugs kept flashing on my mind and given that fridays i attend 'mass' and was really possessed , my mind was just overwhelmed.
in the spirit that i wud b the man of the moment i arrive at the location like 4 hrs b4 the agreed time. my mind tells me that if i can be efficient with my swallowing i can clear like 4 warm ones b4 the comrades arrive. my reasoning is that 3 of them wil be to clear fridays frotha thats giving me head ache and 1 is to refresh my mind of hw some comrades used to look like, but i also kno that if comrades dnt come the frotha wil come in handy to calm my nerves and prevent me from doing stupid things in my frustration.
i was almost through with my pre budgeted swallows wen i got a lifeline that at least the ka bash wud not fail after all.a friend i call cutman cals and says he is on the way together with some project he has been chasing for i dnt kno howlong....that is to say that the wiper team is on the wei. contractor is the comrade who if he is not confused then amechanganykiwa ..and thats not good news if u r chasing a project in the magnitude of one daughter of ukambani i wil cal mtoto 4 now.
nxt to arrive is wot i wud call the couple that is stil confused whether they r stil dating or otherwise..i mean the fella whom i wil call omoisio is pretty confident that he has a wife..on the other hand the so called wife a woman i wil cal muiritu wa nyumba is stil looking foward for the first real date..i mean where for ones academics / assignments wunt b discussed.
then the usual suspects started to arrive..first is one guy i call trash.as i told u b4 in some earlier posts this is the one who epitomizes the art and science of foot and mouth, if u r lost on that one..then i wil make it simpler.its the art of kuchemsha maji and then some1 else drinks the tea.
i cant forget the other usual suspect who travelled from a place called karatina which to him is a city although the only traffic jam u get on those sides is of pple going to the place they call mburoti or market carrying all manner of goods.this is also the fella who likes to drink his swallo facing mountkenya. this fella has watered my throat 4 so long that if i were to repay him i cud only remain with my pipe trousers only.
................to be..........continued
nway thats neither here nor there, i was telling u of how last sato i was meant to meet so many pple who in afew yrs time i wil hav forgoten that i spent 4 yrs with. these pple r wot i call fello campaserians or kafeterians or to be politically correct comrades, although our comradeship applies only wen am not in the moods of doing assignments and i hav to write a fair copy of their work as my assignment.
basically wot am saying is that i had high expectations of meeting the comrades especially the she ones of course for obvious reasons.i had tried to get some decent sleep on friday but the thot of all those free hugs kept flashing on my mind and given that fridays i attend 'mass' and was really possessed , my mind was just overwhelmed.
in the spirit that i wud b the man of the moment i arrive at the location like 4 hrs b4 the agreed time. my mind tells me that if i can be efficient with my swallowing i can clear like 4 warm ones b4 the comrades arrive. my reasoning is that 3 of them wil be to clear fridays frotha thats giving me head ache and 1 is to refresh my mind of hw some comrades used to look like, but i also kno that if comrades dnt come the frotha wil come in handy to calm my nerves and prevent me from doing stupid things in my frustration.
i was almost through with my pre budgeted swallows wen i got a lifeline that at least the ka bash wud not fail after all.a friend i call cutman cals and says he is on the way together with some project he has been chasing for i dnt kno howlong....that is to say that the wiper team is on the wei. contractor is the comrade who if he is not confused then amechanganykiwa ..and thats not good news if u r chasing a project in the magnitude of one daughter of ukambani i wil cal mtoto 4 now.
nxt to arrive is wot i wud call the couple that is stil confused whether they r stil dating or otherwise..i mean the fella whom i wil call omoisio is pretty confident that he has a wife..on the other hand the so called wife a woman i wil cal muiritu wa nyumba is stil looking foward for the first real date..i mean where for ones academics / assignments wunt b discussed.
then the usual suspects started to arrive..first is one guy i call trash.as i told u b4 in some earlier posts this is the one who epitomizes the art and science of foot and mouth, if u r lost on that one..then i wil make it simpler.its the art of kuchemsha maji and then some1 else drinks the tea.
i cant forget the other usual suspect who travelled from a place called karatina which to him is a city although the only traffic jam u get on those sides is of pple going to the place they call mburoti or market carrying all manner of goods.this is also the fella who likes to drink his swallo facing mountkenya. this fella has watered my throat 4 so long that if i were to repay him i cud only remain with my pipe trousers only.
................to be..........continued
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