- Your ex, do you know what he/she says about you, would you like to know, maybe, maybe not. if its maybe, get a cloak lol.
- And all those days your husband/boyfriend keeps you waiting endlessly with the "i am working late". And you know spy services are not cheap either, don't you wish you could get the cloak and search, enter rooms, hotels and see whats been upto. But then again if he is just in the office, lose cloak and own up!
- Me, i would like to get to the President and Cabinet meetings and the Raila ones. I wonder what they discuss. Lets go spread leaflets all over Rift Valley and Central province. What really happens when cooking Anglo leasing, i can only imagine" Wewe Mwiraria ndio utasign hapa na ukiulizwa useme ni PS".
- Then i would snoop into conversations of Nairobians. These people know everything, you want to know who killed who where, they know, who is sleeping with whose husbands,they know, Damn how good it would be, it would make my blog more interesting. Unfortunately, snooping is healthy for writing
- Then i would hit somebody's head from above and they would never know its me, brilliant me! Or slap their butt from behind (dayum). Ad have so much fun, somebody stop me!!
- Then i would never queue. Infact i would never queue
- Then i would scare people, yaani once i am infront of you, i toa the cloak, which kipindi is this?
Thursday, October 04, 2007
If i had Harry Potters Cloak
Just for a moment imagine wearing that cloak of Harry Potter and then you are suddenly invisible and you can go anywhere and listen to people's conversations without them seeing that you are. Ooh men i would have a ball!
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The cloak
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
This was good
I managed at last to attend the Kwani open Mic at Club Soundd yesterday and i had fun. Most poets rocked and the artistes were quite good.
I felt like dotting a poem and reciting it that minute so i wrote two lines
If you can go through the rigours of life
And not lose the humour of.....
or the memoires (?) of time
and then i was blank. I couldn't even rhyme the second sentence. Those guys did have it! And smitta was a bit funny with Fourteen fones.
I felt like dotting a poem and reciting it that minute so i wrote two lines
If you can go through the rigours of life
And not lose the humour of.....
or the memoires (?) of time
and then i was blank. I couldn't even rhyme the second sentence. Those guys did have it! And smitta was a bit funny with Fourteen fones.
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Kwani
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
FANTASTIC KENYANS
For some reasons i decided to put every Kenyan from under Fantastic!
I forget they are the most tribal people around East Africa. Infact they are so fantastic that every time some other tribe person hears my name i am warned of the repercussions come next year when the "said" people will come into power. That is the one hot day in hell when they will.
I have even forgotten they keep on shoving me on the streets, i mutter to myself that maybe they are in such a hurry that in the next one minute they could lose all and peace comes to mind. Maybe i should learn to body bump them too.
And even when they assume i should pay a bribe or two to do the work someone has been employed to do. I think its all fantastic after all why not, they are poorly paid civil servants who deserve extra coins.
Keep driving at 180km/hr and then blame the transport minister. The Fantastic matatu/personal drivers. how can you even tell the difference anymore? We have to get home drunk/sober at 80km/hr or 180km/hr and even when we cause accidents it is because of the transport ministry. I totally AGREE, its the ministry.
I would imagine a situation when i did not have anyone to blame. It would make me uncool.
I have nothing for the things they do to make my life easier like not keep the queues if no one is supervising. How else? Jumping the queue is totally cool, why wait when you can jump?
and also even if nobody can understand your mother tongue, why bother to talk in English or Swahili?
I forget they are the most tribal people around East Africa. Infact they are so fantastic that every time some other tribe person hears my name i am warned of the repercussions come next year when the "said" people will come into power. That is the one hot day in hell when they will.
I have even forgotten they keep on shoving me on the streets, i mutter to myself that maybe they are in such a hurry that in the next one minute they could lose all and peace comes to mind. Maybe i should learn to body bump them too.
And even when they assume i should pay a bribe or two to do the work someone has been employed to do. I think its all fantastic after all why not, they are poorly paid civil servants who deserve extra coins.
Keep driving at 180km/hr and then blame the transport minister. The Fantastic matatu/personal drivers. how can you even tell the difference anymore? We have to get home drunk/sober at 80km/hr or 180km/hr and even when we cause accidents it is because of the transport ministry. I totally AGREE, its the ministry.
I would imagine a situation when i did not have anyone to blame. It would make me uncool.
I have nothing for the things they do to make my life easier like not keep the queues if no one is supervising. How else? Jumping the queue is totally cool, why wait when you can jump?
and also even if nobody can understand your mother tongue, why bother to talk in English or Swahili?
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Fantastic Kenyans
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