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
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