I have so many thoughts in my head; some intelligent, others downright stupid, others bloggable such those thoughts are
Is EABL making losses now that everyone i know swears by tea and hence Ketepa taking all the money.
Have people already started breaking their new year resolutions;
The most culprits are;
I won't smoke
I won't have sex at least without a condom
I will loose weight
Lets say i had one of loosing weight; now i have decided instead i will play reverse psychology with myself and say my resolution is to gain weight. Because ever since i decided to loose weight not a day passes without wondering if i could consume a plate of chips. And the wonder sometimes doesnt stop there! Lets just say i have been having too much plate of chips!!! Ngai fafa. Then i thought to myself if i purposed to eat chips thrice a day i might actually get bored by my idea. Aarggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway that was to deflect you from the reason i am writing a post today.
Just after the end of December last year i had a fight. Potash Misery Loves Company! with my small siz
I told her i was going to use my bag (It might not be Guess's Prada) but still it is my bag and i love it. Since people's opinion of whats good or not rarely applies to me that bag might not be as worth a fight as it happened. Now, i don't like fights but sometimes all you have to do is fight. The years's pressures, the fact that we had not fought for over an year and my bag provided best excuse to indulge in hitting each other's body parts.
anyway this is how it went
It started with a verbal fight.
My sis "You can't tell me i wont carry your bag and you carried my shoes when you were going to Kampala"
Me: What does your shoes and Kampala hav to do with the fact i want my bag
Her: You are so selfish
Me: Damn right i am
Her: I am not giving you the bag
Me: You are not going anywhere with it!
Her: Ok just stand there and lets watch
Me: Sawa but remember you are going nowhere with my bag
Her: Get out of my way
Me: No
Her: Kwanza i want that sweater you went with it and didn't come back
Me: (sudden amnesia) which one?
(That sweater i lost it in Tamasha but i have never admitted to having taken it! and neither can she prove i had it)
Me: I have never seen that sweater, i have never even worn it!!!!
Her: I am getting late
Me: Use my other bag, i am using this one
(offer not accepted)
Her:its too big
Me: I dont think so
Her: stop wasting my time
Me: You are being stupid! Cant you just use that bag i am telling you to use
The physical fight
I was hit for the first time!!!
Since i am a gentle lady i didn't hit back
Me: You actually hit me?
Her: Why are you calling me stupid
Me: I think you are really being stupid
She hits me again
Me: If you are going to hit me again, you might as well be prepared to spend a night at Kenyatta Hosp
Her: I am going to kill you
Afraid of spending an evening next to Sadaam Hussein, i try to snatch my bag from her
The spoiler
I live wit some cousins and they came and spoilt the fight
they ask my sis for my bag. She gives them and they hide it
Guess what she is crying, i haven't hit her myself!!!
My small bro that time is screaming and beating my sis and telling her to stop acting like a child (he he he)
So what?
We stop fighting, she gets another bag and goes wherever it is she was going
The next day
I wake up feeling so tired and achy. All parts of my body were aching and i was wondering what was wrong until i heard my sis telling someone that she could nt make it because she had fallen did i realize we both had body aches.
Lesson
Everythime you feel life's pressures are too heavy and you have no one to turn to Fight! Not even going to a gym after one year could give me such body aches
Friday, February 02, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Just my opinion
I have not had a chance to comment on all those things that go on in the crazy Kenya of ours. But since i have been tempted to come out of the woodwork and defend my namesake Bishop Margaret Wanjiru but not just for the sake of name.
I will say without blinking an eye that James Kamangu Ndimu joins the list of most pathetic Kenyan individuals who think it is alright to disperse sperm and sire then claim later that "I am the father of these children" So what? That is the most ubiquitous and ignorant statement i have heard in my life.
In all these unnecessary melee of paternity, marriage or what not, somehow the patriachal society we proudly believe and sing and partake of it as if it is uji for breakfast majority of Kenyan individuals whether by sheer ignorance or utmost stupidity believe that Kamangu should have a right to his wife " sigh". Now,why not then?
So what if our acts of copulation sired children? but not to simply dismiss these acts as there was a second time. But that is the past.
I dont believe that it is right for a child to denounce his father as the Wanjiru son did, infact in all this story that was the worst thing that happened. A child cannot denounce his father period.
But apart from knowing that Kamangu the man whose partakings must be cheaper than even the changaa Wanjiru thought he takes. The damn man could even talk without shaking uncontrollably. Yet, the man seems ready to tell the whole world that he is the father of her sons. That is as far as it goes.
In any case to me, i saw the epitome of irresponsibility, the ignorance of our men and women because i will not/ refuse to understand that the father owes his sons numerous responsibilities. First as a role model and secondly as a provider. Wanjiru had provided Kamangu (if at all) with two sons. Any African man will tell you how proud that makes him. But not Kamangu. The only connection he seems to have with his sons is that of sleeping with their mother and making her pregnant. So much!
Then to add insult to injury comes some amorphous group of men declaring that Wanjiru and Kamangu must share property equally . Obviously they have no idea when this happens. Because all along these irresponsible father of two sons had this idea that perhaps Wanjiru could now make him very rich. Ooh how sweet.
Look here
I take care of your sons shilling after shilling, go to school, and now you want my property. Why lie twisting of his head looks like a very lenient sentence to that dude. I will and continue to feel those women whose husbands (claimed or otherwise) forsake them (God forbid), date and court another (leaves them) and when her life is almost complete comes to proclaim that she is my common law wife (Ashindwe mara mbili)
I am the only few that seems to agree that James Kamangu should be treated with the utmost contempt that he deserves.
I will say without blinking an eye that James Kamangu Ndimu joins the list of most pathetic Kenyan individuals who think it is alright to disperse sperm and sire then claim later that "I am the father of these children" So what? That is the most ubiquitous and ignorant statement i have heard in my life.
In all these unnecessary melee of paternity, marriage or what not, somehow the patriachal society we proudly believe and sing and partake of it as if it is uji for breakfast majority of Kenyan individuals whether by sheer ignorance or utmost stupidity believe that Kamangu should have a right to his wife " sigh". Now,why not then?
So what if our acts of copulation sired children? but not to simply dismiss these acts as there was a second time. But that is the past.
I dont believe that it is right for a child to denounce his father as the Wanjiru son did, infact in all this story that was the worst thing that happened. A child cannot denounce his father period.
But apart from knowing that Kamangu the man whose partakings must be cheaper than even the changaa Wanjiru thought he takes. The damn man could even talk without shaking uncontrollably. Yet, the man seems ready to tell the whole world that he is the father of her sons. That is as far as it goes.
In any case to me, i saw the epitome of irresponsibility, the ignorance of our men and women because i will not/ refuse to understand that the father owes his sons numerous responsibilities. First as a role model and secondly as a provider. Wanjiru had provided Kamangu (if at all) with two sons. Any African man will tell you how proud that makes him. But not Kamangu. The only connection he seems to have with his sons is that of sleeping with their mother and making her pregnant. So much!
Then to add insult to injury comes some amorphous group of men declaring that Wanjiru and Kamangu must share property equally . Obviously they have no idea when this happens. Because all along these irresponsible father of two sons had this idea that perhaps Wanjiru could now make him very rich. Ooh how sweet.
Look here
I take care of your sons shilling after shilling, go to school, and now you want my property. Why lie twisting of his head looks like a very lenient sentence to that dude. I will and continue to feel those women whose husbands (claimed or otherwise) forsake them (God forbid), date and court another (leaves them) and when her life is almost complete comes to proclaim that she is my common law wife (Ashindwe mara mbili)
I am the only few that seems to agree that James Kamangu should be treated with the utmost contempt that he deserves.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Govt Clinic
I will tell you the truth the last time i was sick i went to a local city council clinic in Kasarani. Dont ask why but that was the closest of clinics i could get and my stomach was pretty messed up. Anyway this is the story;
11.00 checks into the clinic
11.30 still waiting to pay 20/= to see the doc. The clerk had gone for tea after reporting at 10 as i was told. Never mind this is a health clinic
11.45 Pays 20/= and queues like the rest of the folks to see the doc
12.00 Sees the doctor. I say hi and he asks me "Shida Iko wapi?" I almost recovered at this point. So i explain the misbehaviour of things i don't want to mention here. Given lab prescription
12.00-1.00 Waits for lab results. The lab tech tells me "please come". I heart beating because i don't particularly like being asked to get into a lab room. Thinks of last prayers
1.01- dashes to the cyber cafe to check what possible disease that could be and what it means for me and my future children. Finds out i have parasitic infection meaning i have been hosting some ungodly creatures in dear stomach
2.00 Go back to the doctor who is still out for lunch
2.30 Doctor comes and asks if anyone to see him
2.35 doctor proclaims i am free of Malaria and typhoid only those small ungodly creatures.
2.36 leaves the clinic with a heavy heart because of the said ungodly creatures and prescription
All in all i only paid 20/= and medicine 200/= not so bad for a broke ass like me and so i am healed.
But if you have to go to a city council clinic please go with a not so urgent disease otherwise you will die on the benches waiting.
That is the latest story of my life
11.00 checks into the clinic
11.30 still waiting to pay 20/= to see the doc. The clerk had gone for tea after reporting at 10 as i was told. Never mind this is a health clinic
11.45 Pays 20/= and queues like the rest of the folks to see the doc
12.00 Sees the doctor. I say hi and he asks me "Shida Iko wapi?" I almost recovered at this point. So i explain the misbehaviour of things i don't want to mention here. Given lab prescription
12.00-1.00 Waits for lab results. The lab tech tells me "please come". I heart beating because i don't particularly like being asked to get into a lab room. Thinks of last prayers
1.01- dashes to the cyber cafe to check what possible disease that could be and what it means for me and my future children. Finds out i have parasitic infection meaning i have been hosting some ungodly creatures in dear stomach
2.00 Go back to the doctor who is still out for lunch
2.30 Doctor comes and asks if anyone to see him
2.35 doctor proclaims i am free of Malaria and typhoid only those small ungodly creatures.
2.36 leaves the clinic with a heavy heart because of the said ungodly creatures and prescription
All in all i only paid 20/= and medicine 200/= not so bad for a broke ass like me and so i am healed.
But if you have to go to a city council clinic please go with a not so urgent disease otherwise you will die on the benches waiting.
That is the latest story of my life
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