Rewind!

I was sitting back the other day thinking of what I have gone through my short life, reminiscing on the good days and wondering what lay ahead. Out of the small number of relationships Ive had the pleasure of having, one stands out,a head above the rest. Reason being the intensity, the duration or the timing I will never quite understand....
Fresh out of high school, ready to see the world, I emerged. Only to find myself in an institution that was quite similar to high school only difference being that they didn't have a bell to signify the end of lectures! None the less I was happy to be in a different environment and to learn new things and meet new people. And new people I did meet. My eyes for obvious reasons rested on this light soft spoken girl who seemed to keep to herself and yet speak to everyone. Needless to say I was fascinated. This girl captured my imagination without uttering a word, either she was extremely gorgeous or I really lacked imagination, I can put money on the former.
I believe I wasn't very discrete in my gawking and ogling and she must have noticed my obvious interest as we soon started talking and became inseparable in more ways than one, i would think. As hard as it is to drown the light from the sun so was it to hide the fondness we had for each other, so sweet is love discovered and love returned. I woke up with a wonderful feeling knowing I was going to see her as soon as I stepped into class, and as sure as the world is round, she made my day. It was as though she knew what I was thinking when she looked into my eyes, she could always tell my bluffs which made it arguing with her impossible. Combined with her intelligence and will, I was no match, and yet I often won for she let me win like a mule following a carrot on a stick further on she led me and deeper still I followed, head over heels I fell. Her simplicity intrigued me, her intelligence amazed me and her don't care attitude inspired me. I was brought alive whenever I was with her, the time we spent unforgettable the feelings I felt unfathomable.
As the old adage goes, every good thing comes to an end, my castles in the air came crashing down. The inviting smiles turned to blank stares and my phone went deathly silent. A stark difference as clear as a sunny day is from a rainy night came to the fore and I knew it was over. It was good while it lasted, it was great. Weeks, months even years on, I still collect shattered pieces of a heart once whole and full of love with the firm belief that soon, very soon it shall be whole again to achieve a love even greater and hopefully more lasting than before. Such is the state of the world, you have to keep moving on forth....


Unedited, uncut, straight from the heart.

Questions, just questions.........

Damn! As I sit here im trying to write an article for the school mag and im beginning to think that its hopeless considering the ammount of time I have before this shit goes to print! Oh and yeah I cant write anything I wanna write cuz its, well an article for a Catholic run magazine university, yup! That sucks! Good thing im not planing to be a journalist cause that would definitely flop! Man Tony, good work!

So I decided to take a break and blog a lil bit and hopefully that will make the creative juices start flowing!

The other day I found myself doing quite a bit of thinking and I just thought of the few girls ive had the pleasure and opportunity to date and the trials and tribulationts my short life has laid me bare to experience, and come to the conclusion that a girl is not likely to hurt me as ive been hurt before as long as im not married yet. This, in my opinion, is a curse as well as a blessing. Think about it, whatever a girl may do, my feelings would still be intact and thus would be able to move on with little to none heartbreak and pain, on the other hand a girl who i would be referring to as dating would not be as close as she ought to be in life since I would be afraid of getting hurt. So bringing me back to the question, is it better to lay your heart bare, and fully trust and lay your everything on the one you 'love' and hope that she/he will not rip your trust into shreds? Or build a fort around you and hope someone hangs around long enough for you to let your guard down?

AOB
We have a cute and lovely dog (snoopy) at home, shes all fluffy and hairy and only sheen high, who belongs to my kid brother. The kind of joy and excitement that she greets you with when you come home in the evening is overwhelming! No matter what you did to her the previous day, be it you refused to give her your piece of chicken or you had to send her out to the kennels in the evening she will still jump all over you like she has amnesia despite her extreme intelligence. She gives one such a rousing welcome that one feels loved and welcome back home after a tiring day out there in the cruel cruel world. What am I rambling on about? Why cant chicks be so welcoming? Not nagging with all the questions and all? Not saying you act like a dog but you get my drift dont you?

Let the barrage of insults begin............

Rapid Response!!

I must say Nairobians and Kenyans in general never cease to amaze me, never mind the brainless politician, the mum president, wreckless drivers and daring thieves but the common mwananchi!
A few weeks ago i was walking down Kenyatta avenue from the ICEA building when i came across a large grouping of hardworking Kenyans staring at the cfc stanbic bank. My alert level was raised when i noticed a few blue boys ready and armed to exchange fire walking around the bank. Obviously there was something wrong and my first instinct was to cross the road and get the hell out of there! Apparently i was the only one thinking that because bright and busy kenyans were looking at the building like it would soon break in dance! I approached one of the onlookers and inquired what was going on, he replied "Nadhania kuna wezi hapo ndani, ebu ngoja tuone"(I think there are robbers in there, lets wait and see). Now again i say i may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but i must say i could find at least one thing wrong with that statement! Why would you want to be near a shoot out!!? Later i read in the newspaper that it was a bomb scare, which in actual fact isnt any better.
Which brings me to the Nakumatt fire. For all of you who dont already know, Nakumatt downtown was raised to the ground!(English!??! Raised to the ground!) In a mysterious fire that gutted the whole building and was still burning 24 hours after the fire started on Wednesday. The fire fighters who are around five minutes away from the building arrived 15 minutes later fully equiped with their 2 out of 5 working fire trucks. "Trucks gives one the illusion thats its those huge fire trucks with ladders and super huge tanks of maji like the one we see in movies but noooooooooo! In Nairobi we have one rickety one im sure from the 1970s and another new land cruiser modified to be a 'fire truck'. Racing down to the rescue! I must say its quite a shame for a huge city like ours would have only two working fire trucks.
And ofcourse as you guessed it, the rescue efforts were hampered by the huge crowd that showed up to view the fire, for them i have no comment considering there were gas cylinders in the building that were exploding every so often.
For the people who died in the inferno, Rest In Peace, for the injured quick recovery and for the bereaved stay strong.

Today!

Alarm rings! Damn, have a 9 o'clock class, its 7am. Head pounding from last nights beer on an empty stomach, never doing that again! One more minute i tell myself and lay back and off to dreamland i go!
Beep beep! An SMS comes in and im startled to consciousness, its 7:45am. Damn!
By 8:15am im through getting ready and at the dinner table perusing an outdated newspaper while munching on my breakfast, Ugali and nyama from jana (angelic music playing here). Damn head is still pounding, have to rehydrate! After drinking like a liter of water, i get my bag and im off to the stage!
I knew Nairobi weather was shifty but waaat! The sun was bright and warm when leaving the house, and it was dry, hell my shoes were dusty as soon as i got out of the gate but 10 minutes later it was drizzling!
Damn im late, so i catch the next jav however rickety and old it is!
9:10am im racing down up the dusty road, i hope the lecturer aint a nut case!
I check into class and lucky me hes just arrived too! I get to a comp and straight to the browser, crap, theyve blocked the internet! Which person in his/her right mind deprives people from getting their fix of Facebook for the day!! what makes my head pound even more is this Obama wanna be lecturer babbling on about just how hard the unit is and we should be very serious! Yeah! Sure.....turn the net back on damn it!!
After 2 hours of pure boredom,im off in search for some hot tea, a female to hold on to would be preferable but well....if wishes were horses id be a mighty good jockey.
The usual bandaz were flattened so we have to make do with tents by the road side on a rainy day and guess what i dont have a sweater, oh bright one huh?
Have to hours to burn till the next class, but unfortunately cant partake in our favorite pass time with my cronies which is to sit along a busy pathway and ogle at girls! :-)
So off to the recreation area where we play some pool and i get down to business and kick some serious ass at chess...
Time flies when you having fun, and soon im back to class with another grammatically, semantically and syntactically incorrect lecturer, luckily thers Facebook and Blogger and thus my predicament....to listen or not to listen!
Stay tuned for a riveting, pulsating, edge of your seat stuff in the next TODAY then....
Lol what a boring and dull day!

Why i hate matatus!

The festive season is upon us and with it comes alot of travelling here and there, and meeting friends and stuff. Now for the common mwananchi like you(no not you, the other you, yeah you!) and i are forced to take public transport in the form of matatus(big taxis) and buses. Im more of the optimistic type so i view stuff from the positive angle.....sometimes. I look at a matatu as my personal car which has a my very own personal driver and im just gracious enough let some other 13 guys come along with my in the car, some of the 13 other guys i feel like chuking them out pronto!
Once you enter the mat you secure a seat right in the middle of the mat(matatu) in the second last row. Once seated you turn to your right where an awful stench is eminating only to find a guy well dressed in a suit but may have only viewed a toothbrush in a photo in an advert and is quite yet to figure out how or where its used!
Im an attempt to get some fresh air you turn your right to find a 20 something year old guy right on the verge of blacking out on some cheap liquor and finds that particular moment an 'Idols' moment and belts out 'in tune' with the annoyingly screechy music being belted out by the tiny tweeters. Oh and just to make sure if you didnt know, he turns around to tell you just how much hes feeling that song.
The only place left to look is up or infront, but thers a problem. Infront of you is a normal looking guy with a not so normal body oduor. I must insist that parfum and or deo is a basic necessity almost comparable to food and shelter. The city council made smoking illegal on the basis that its harmful to other guys too, they should do the same about guys who find it hard to splash some water on themselves once in a while and hose them down in the middle of the street!
The concotion of smells is made worse by these ladies in the back seat who saw fit to drench themselves in the cheapest stinging parfum that exists in the market! I have nothing against using cheap stuff, i use cheap stuff, but dont make it that obvious, you feel me!?
There is a little known fact that mobile phone micropones are infact extremely powerful and that you can increase the volume in the speaker of your phone! Most people have no idea about that and that explains the shouting when one recieves a call! Add into the mix a miraa chewing conductor who keeps on sipping from an opaque bottle whose contents may very well be used to clean the loo, and you get a typical ride in a matatu and a trully Kenyan experience.

It can get worse though, travelling upcountry with a whole family of 7 perched on the two seats next to you or sitting next to a true african lady who spreads to twice her diameter once she sitts down and guys who refuse to open any of the windows!

Really? I mean.....seriously!!??

After two and a half weeks of scratching and guessing, i finally managed to fill up those answer sheets the University ever so graciously placed in our presence to try and gauge their inability to infuse any useful knowledge into our systems. Id have a better use for the white sheets of paper in a latrine at home, but all the same i hope i appease the markers and am awarded some grade worthy of my ingenious freestyle ability! :-)
The joy of my conquering my exams is extinguished just about as fast as it takes to finish a jug of keg a.k.a keeego (in my cousins case just but a few minutes) as the fully incompetent nincompops we elected into the August house try and muzzle the media like a rabid dog! ts extremely sad that the legislators of the day see it fit to impose colonial like rule on the free media presumabliy because they brought into the limelight the whoe issue of our UNhonourable members non payment of tax on their allowances which forms the bulk of what they take home! Its the audacity of the speaker to suggest that its charitable for MPs to pay tax and as such any MP who feels toutched should see the tax man! {paraphrased}.

Dear Mr Speaker,
While you sit your pompous ass in that so very comfortable leather seat, people working more that 40 hour weeks toil and work to the bone to make ends meet as you act as a class monitor to unrully selfish mind numbingly dum pack of overfed and over payed sleeping gluttons. And to make matters worse, you work a whole of 20 hours a week! Dear sir we as the Kenyan public get taxed to help see our country develop so as to ensure a happy and prosperous nation to future generations, that is not charity that is a sense of nationalisim and patriotism you seem to lack among many other common features of a normal man. If we pay taxes why oh why shouldnt you!?
Yours sincerly,
Concerned Citizen.

Mps

There has been talk and i guess some action thet the ECK be disbanded and a whole new commissioin be formed or something of the sort. Now my question is this, if the ECK made a mess of things, doesnt that mean that the MPs are infact in office illegaliy too? If the ECK is to be removed then it in turn means all the MPs should be sent home as well.
Now again, the ECK is being blamed on the violence that occured close to a year ago now, question, did you see any of the commissioners arrange stones on the Nakuru- Naivasha highway? Is it a commission official who struck the match to set the church in Eldoret on fire?
I know that to be guilty does not necessarily have to imply that you did the actual deed, but lets reason together, who has more to gain and is thus more likely to cause chaos? The guy seeking to be elected to parliament or the electoral official?
Get me right, i am not saying that the ECK is as clean as can be, im saying the ECK must be cleaner than the crop of @#$%^*& idiots that make parliament chambers a sleeping area!

Jamuhuri Day
Jamuhuri day which was this past friday was a mess to say the least! Scores of activists peacefully protesting the non payment of tax by MPs buy wearing a t-shirt were all rounded up and shaked up in Lang'ata Police station........Offence: wearing a t-shirt!!!

Its amazing just how people in power percieve and treat the people who put them there, in Kenya!

Recently in Thailand i read in the paper that a whole sitting president was up and removed from office by the courts, didnt get the full story, but i rili cant imagine that happening in Kenya!

Just a few minutes ago i passed by Uhuru Park, and guess what! The park was cordoned off by GSU personnel (fondly refered to as leta fujo unone) because of what i presumed was the fear that people would protest over the Media Bill and as well as MPs refusing to pay tax.

I would take to the streets to peacefull protest against all these injustices, i wonder how may other people out there would, cause if we dont.........who will?

Bureaucracy and Idiots....na bado!

When one says the word Bureaucracy, the mind immediately jumps to the Kenya Governments offices....well at least mine does! I thought thats the only place you could be treated like trash even though you pay taxes through your nose even when you are waist deep in debt. Well i think i have a winner here....The Catholic University(CUEA) Accounts office. Now one would think that CUEA, being a private university, that things would go rather smoothly since besides paying an arm and a leg for what i regard as substandard education it is not in anyway affiliated with the government or any arm whatsoever....you would be wrong!
The crudeness and uncultured behavious of the people working at the accounts office is only comparable to the uncultured behaviour of matatus at peak hours in downtown nairobi and im afraid that the accounts guys would put the mirra chewing, sap sipping, saliva spitters, snuff sniffing scum of Luthuli Avenue and the likes, to shame!
Im afraid out literacy levels are rock bottom and digging deeper, im my opinion literacy levels should not only show that one can read but can also read and reason from what they have read, otherwise even an Optical character reader should be the most literate of all! Why the rant?
Sunday evening on my way home, enjoying my driving experience, as i take the Muthaiga rounderbout on my way to town this idiot in a Toyota Raum coming from Utalii side hoots at me! Now im no self proclaimed guru of traffic laws and regulations but the short stint i have served so far as a qualified and licensed driver gives me the authority to know that the bloody person on the round about has right of way!! Clearely that old man could read considering he was driving a fairly new reconditioned car from Dubai, but could he realy reason!?
Have an Idiotless day wunt you!?