I have been telling you more about pm but i also got other stories that i guess the title should have been "my vet part 2". if there's anything i'd would not wish to undergo in this world is to be under the strong arm of the law be it aty divorce, separation where am sued for my greatwall, no! I have come out of it to think that i'd separate with her i go looking for some better comfort! Think of it and also get it, the grass being greener on the other side means you have to mow it too. so compare some relationship to that of your boss, its a dislike r/ship but you dont quit you persevere or ignore because that's your livelihood, of which also this domestic partnership can be, not love only, you cannot eat love?!. so before calling quits weigh options and write them down if cons outweigh the pros (very rare) then do it.
I think i would convict myself if my conscience told me am going against the law. be it aty striking 'haki yetu', demonstrating ati 'ongeri must go', no or never!(this' more motivated by the consequences). I dont say that this is breaking the new dispensation but 'the arm of the law' has always been the blue uniform guyz(police) in harrassment of the inferiors of society. ever wondered why there has been unheard of conviction of the powerful and mighty in society in this country of ours kenya? Untill hague came knocking and thats when the common person may see as if the justice they wanted has finally arrived for the masters of impunity ever since the crafters of this 'liberation movement' continued from where colonialists left and are majorly 'crafters' because the real people who fought for independence are the languishing and poor whereas the elite that had seen ahead of the warfare, in waitance after the 'stupid' have done the dirty job they come in to enjoy the cake(just like the post election violence). This' quite genious hyenas and gifted from god(in life i believe there're those that are gifted to colonize people's mind or what would you explain the loriondo saga?)and many more we have seen take place under this sun.
By the way that brings me to media because that's the main place i can claim to see things , we have been shown of places that man eat man as food, (remember tribe where Bruce on ktn was showing us such places like guinea?) but not going so far onyancha was here. That makes me beg the question is this muheshimiwa i see on tv(ktn), ofcourse has been my main tv station that has not dissapointed interms of(kushika network au mitambo wega of all the tu-aerials i have bought to enjoy a diversity, i guess digital will make it easier), maybe if i had the clear view of the hyped citizen , i'd be an addict being a 'stay at home'). This does not show that i live in a kajiado noo!! but ooh i said it but a close metropolitan city i call mombasa ndogo. Here i guess even the koinange women must live in plenty i tell you here is happy, i have seen many of my colleaugues wasted here and have never cleared campus, despite being from affluent families and neighbourhoods not like son of village but here people that send people to campus i went to, must have a kasomething or atleast they are from those who left the respectable title of councillor in my village and earned the respectable term of town 'hustler' like me. This is really a term that one may think is quite general or has been misused in many occasions, even a minister's son or highest shareholder in a multinational co. will tell you that, "am hustling". That cannot at all be recognized by the son of village for i know many a parents who have already rimirad(farmed) for their kids to enjoy the goodies of life, but for me who knows his retired lecturer father and high school teacher mother the only kurimira they have actually done for we is to send the six of us to school the 8-4-4 sytstem that was previously the key to a good life according to them( i thank them for it for i can do this) but it was previously too hyped about, that with grades you concur the world, but this is all true to some extent because even the partakers of this country then were an elite brought forth by some colonial lessons.
So onto those things that happen beneath the sun including ,"beheadings in kirinyaga", "by the way did i ask is this mheshimiwa program a mediocre or is this the life of the mighty and powerfull in society with the special gift i said? i would not completely name it mediocre because i do not actually know how they live but the real zablons and abby can tell us?. leave for those maybe deported to other countries to never realise how the parents live or make their lives good. I have really come to feel for some of these politicians life, especially kids, part of what they potray to us is just a great reflection of what we are as society (imagine your father always accused as the maize thief and you sure partook it, what you explain to other kids who most often will diss you in school) That is why you'll see ordinary people given power will never be the same even activists given power will never perform as par what they were cry baby over before to under performance, but again we might not know, maybe these people are theatre people who use that as a stepping stone to greater levels. talk of other elites.
One thing i'll always say is that there's more than meets the eye. thats why i say even if those things that Bruce showed us on bbc were acted then the actors must have a point of reference?(read society). Back to pm issues, let not steer away too much from the theme of blog, you know there are those instances when the zegz is not at par. by the way zegz is good, zegz is bad but always great with the one you love. Back then we used to adore it when it was limited but now i know better. Ofcourse it gets better by the day but this does not leave the chances that it will not be at par atimes. This i'll say from my own point of view, i guess this' what Getty says on connect, kind of a "plateau" and you need to give your body a break from the zegz inorder to make it crave for it. It can be monotonous. More so when you live with one with T.W.S.(Typical wife Syndrome). i was actually talking to pm the other day and realised she really suffers from this, things i did several years back are still so vivid and will be kept relevant to present day deeds. i guess these are problems of courting for too long too, you give room for one to get insecure in the future!.
I love this joke, wife: " you see the bull zegzes for 3000 times a year, you should borrow from it!!". Husband:," did you confirm if its with one cow?" On such instances of plateau, which i guess can atimes just be a state of mind, maybe when overwhelmed by other things like work, "mpango wa kando" yes! or other things that necessarily not infidelity. I guess what the pms capitalize on most is that another woman is occupying your mind thats why your "josto" is falling falling in the act, but could be a small thing like you start to think of your tree falling just when you about to climax and pap! it happens. i know its great dissappointment to the ladies. I'll post advice i heard from a speaker today, to many including pm whom i know will come across this, "A man is not the same man you knew years back he's a work in progress(read growing) and everyday is a developing manhood day".
Tuesday 26 July 2011
Thursday 21 July 2011
The ups and downs of the stay at home huzy
Did i mention 'ups' maybe the only ups is staying at home when its very cold and rainny without any repurcussions leave for the regular blackouts that have really hindered my typing. Last weekend i just typed a post copied and just as i logged in to post, electricity losted away with my paste. I felt so demotivated to retype and i had to gather all to do this. That already is a down for the stay at home husband. Though it has not got to the deplorable conditions i've heard of, whereby the pm arrives late at night and when you question her whereabouts, "If you worked you would know such things as company parties!", is the likely answer but no!.
I have acquired various initiatives like making the bed-9to which she remakes), going to the market, changing diapers and all that previously i had all reason to evade but now its more of a duty than a favour according to the pm. In the name of making her work easier so that when she comes home she'll not find a backlog of undone work. Our pms really don't get it, we like an applause for the single thing we do not an award of a point in wait of assessment of others that according to them we should do, so when i wash the dishes am told "oooh you washed the dishes but you didn't...". On occasions where time just runs faster(i've realised this is it, day hours when you just home run faster than when seated somewhere swinging with chairs waiting for govt hours to be over), on such occasions i dont wash them, the retort is ,"umuthi gutiri undu watida ugika?/!(today there's nothing you've done eh?!)more of an exclamation than a question.
I have really got sucked to the routine of wake up at 8 after the pm left like an hour and a half earlier, tip toe out of bed lest the sumbua baby who still shares the bed despite being almost two years, hears me and follows suit as usual. Relax having breakfast watching the midmorning show, in anticipation to see my face and daughter's on screen like what happened on a fathers' day week, i guess it was friday and the ktn midmorning show was recognizing fathers, and there our faces appeared, with that i gain motivation atleast i appeared on tv for what i do. Meanwhile i cross fingers that the baby does not wake up untill, 9:30 or 10 (never goes past that). Porridge session awaits as she wriggles here and there soiling me as well, diaper changing follows then its time that she's used to go out and becomes all too stubborn. at times i respect her demands atimes i don't, and log onto the computer to see any messages(probably from potential employers) /updates on my emails, facebook and twira at the same time tracking her movements in the house with the usual,"wacha!! wacha!!" exclaims every now and then.
At times i do the typing or chatting as i cut nyanyas and vitunguus in the kitchen whilst checking her but she sure does get ahead of me, moreso when am too carried away on the computer like the other day she ate up all the raw nyanyas for the obvious omlet, leaving me with no choice but back to the local vender to buy some more. You know that popular campus fast food cannot be without tomatoes.. after lunch is bathing the baby, force her to sleep literally an exercise that couldn't be offered my patience and on many an occasion uncle Nash is in the vicinity to do the usual, put her to bed. By that time am panting on the sofa catching breath for the baby washing is an exercise in itself, mara she has ran all over naked as i fetch the towel,( i didn't get those lessons, that all things should be ready before), i find myself doing everything in a rush, get the soap, water, vaseline, powder all in different corners of the house.
Sure mothers need a heavy salute for the hard work they go through to raise kids( talk of mother, no words of gratitude can match up her bringing me to this world on this day and persevering all the pushing in the morning, love you momma!), its just too overwhelming but they never give up( i.e most) That reminds me of common phrases i grew up hearing from the old lady like, "o uguo ujikaga noguo ugekwo!"(what you do unto me is what shall be done unto you!). "modo niagathenio ni make"("everyone shall be disturbed by his or her own troubles!"). Mothers should just not say some things to their kids no matter how much its a reality lest it turns into a curse in later years, for you know :the power of the tongue:. Maybe it wasn't to happen that i'll be in a position to be disturbed by my own but her constant reminder has also been edged in me leave for having been told this in the early adolescent stages of rebellion but its still so vivid. I guess in such circumstances we should just let nature take its course and let kids know for themselves instead of pre-empting or cursing.
Back to the routine, the baby will on several occasions wake at 4 or 4:30 to a cup of porridge, don't forget its spoon to mouth, and when the time allows or uncle Nash is around, i wash the dishes in awaitance of the pm to relieve me :off duty:. Basically that's wakathango's day. The other day i thought i was to be relieved the duties by a woman the pm employed to be doing the days' work and leaves when pm arrives. This was more motivated by forces that would also want me somewhere doing another job, they did not pay for a baby sitting course in campus and sure the peroz on both side, who had earlier offered to take our daughter to live with them so that we "hustle" properly, but the pm due to the first born attachment cannot hear any of it.
On monday the woman who was to take over arrived early while daug and i were still asleep, and tagged along was her own daughter who's an year my daug's senior but height and weight even less. I woke up and ushered them in and then proceeded back to bed, but on realizing i got to show her this and that i got up to find my daug's porridge which the pm makes before leaving and place on the table is already in the hands of the underweight kid. Am astounded by that behaviour, i guess if it would have gone on, the weight thing would have been vice versa.
First of all the pm had not mentioned to me that in their agreement done on the yesterday of that day, for which i gave myself shugli outside to give way for orientation, nowhere was mentioned that she would be coming with her kid. I showed her around and later gave myself shugli and left. On coming back, i found the pm calculating her loses in the kitchen, for the woman and her kid really terrorized her kitchen on the first day, no sugar, rice,flour i think she pocketed all( talk of feeding two families). Owe unto those who employ people on a daily basis for i know they have become accustomed to things missing here and there but cannot raise alarm for the security of their kids, who have noone else to be left to as they go hustle, is in jeopardy. That was her first and last to employ a day person and you know the maids now are "empowered" and are asking for an unrealistic amount!!?so my off was over by Tuesday. Still going strong.
I have acquired various initiatives like making the bed-9to which she remakes), going to the market, changing diapers and all that previously i had all reason to evade but now its more of a duty than a favour according to the pm. In the name of making her work easier so that when she comes home she'll not find a backlog of undone work. Our pms really don't get it, we like an applause for the single thing we do not an award of a point in wait of assessment of others that according to them we should do, so when i wash the dishes am told "oooh you washed the dishes but you didn't...". On occasions where time just runs faster(i've realised this is it, day hours when you just home run faster than when seated somewhere swinging with chairs waiting for govt hours to be over), on such occasions i dont wash them, the retort is ,"umuthi gutiri undu watida ugika?/!(today there's nothing you've done eh?!)more of an exclamation than a question.
I have really got sucked to the routine of wake up at 8 after the pm left like an hour and a half earlier, tip toe out of bed lest the sumbua baby who still shares the bed despite being almost two years, hears me and follows suit as usual. Relax having breakfast watching the midmorning show, in anticipation to see my face and daughter's on screen like what happened on a fathers' day week, i guess it was friday and the ktn midmorning show was recognizing fathers, and there our faces appeared, with that i gain motivation atleast i appeared on tv for what i do. Meanwhile i cross fingers that the baby does not wake up untill, 9:30 or 10 (never goes past that). Porridge session awaits as she wriggles here and there soiling me as well, diaper changing follows then its time that she's used to go out and becomes all too stubborn. at times i respect her demands atimes i don't, and log onto the computer to see any messages(probably from potential employers) /updates on my emails, facebook and twira at the same time tracking her movements in the house with the usual,"wacha!! wacha!!" exclaims every now and then.
At times i do the typing or chatting as i cut nyanyas and vitunguus in the kitchen whilst checking her but she sure does get ahead of me, moreso when am too carried away on the computer like the other day she ate up all the raw nyanyas for the obvious omlet, leaving me with no choice but back to the local vender to buy some more. You know that popular campus fast food cannot be without tomatoes.. after lunch is bathing the baby, force her to sleep literally an exercise that couldn't be offered my patience and on many an occasion uncle Nash is in the vicinity to do the usual, put her to bed. By that time am panting on the sofa catching breath for the baby washing is an exercise in itself, mara she has ran all over naked as i fetch the towel,( i didn't get those lessons, that all things should be ready before), i find myself doing everything in a rush, get the soap, water, vaseline, powder all in different corners of the house.
Sure mothers need a heavy salute for the hard work they go through to raise kids( talk of mother, no words of gratitude can match up her bringing me to this world on this day and persevering all the pushing in the morning, love you momma!), its just too overwhelming but they never give up( i.e most) That reminds me of common phrases i grew up hearing from the old lady like, "o uguo ujikaga noguo ugekwo!"(what you do unto me is what shall be done unto you!). "modo niagathenio ni make"("everyone shall be disturbed by his or her own troubles!"). Mothers should just not say some things to their kids no matter how much its a reality lest it turns into a curse in later years, for you know :the power of the tongue:. Maybe it wasn't to happen that i'll be in a position to be disturbed by my own but her constant reminder has also been edged in me leave for having been told this in the early adolescent stages of rebellion but its still so vivid. I guess in such circumstances we should just let nature take its course and let kids know for themselves instead of pre-empting or cursing.
Back to the routine, the baby will on several occasions wake at 4 or 4:30 to a cup of porridge, don't forget its spoon to mouth, and when the time allows or uncle Nash is around, i wash the dishes in awaitance of the pm to relieve me :off duty:. Basically that's wakathango's day. The other day i thought i was to be relieved the duties by a woman the pm employed to be doing the days' work and leaves when pm arrives. This was more motivated by forces that would also want me somewhere doing another job, they did not pay for a baby sitting course in campus and sure the peroz on both side, who had earlier offered to take our daughter to live with them so that we "hustle" properly, but the pm due to the first born attachment cannot hear any of it.
On monday the woman who was to take over arrived early while daug and i were still asleep, and tagged along was her own daughter who's an year my daug's senior but height and weight even less. I woke up and ushered them in and then proceeded back to bed, but on realizing i got to show her this and that i got up to find my daug's porridge which the pm makes before leaving and place on the table is already in the hands of the underweight kid. Am astounded by that behaviour, i guess if it would have gone on, the weight thing would have been vice versa.
First of all the pm had not mentioned to me that in their agreement done on the yesterday of that day, for which i gave myself shugli outside to give way for orientation, nowhere was mentioned that she would be coming with her kid. I showed her around and later gave myself shugli and left. On coming back, i found the pm calculating her loses in the kitchen, for the woman and her kid really terrorized her kitchen on the first day, no sugar, rice,flour i think she pocketed all( talk of feeding two families). Owe unto those who employ people on a daily basis for i know they have become accustomed to things missing here and there but cannot raise alarm for the security of their kids, who have noone else to be left to as they go hustle, is in jeopardy. That was her first and last to employ a day person and you know the maids now are "empowered" and are asking for an unrealistic amount!!?so my off was over by Tuesday. Still going strong.
Saturday 9 July 2011
The stay at home husband
This particular group of individuals are hardly respected in our society, i could play an advocacy role casing point being lessons i've learnt this week from the pm that there's a great difference between, the two of us staying home jobless, me going to work, her at home and her going to work while i stay home. The scenario is like that of "when you have money you wonder why others do not and why they are borrowing" .That's the kind of scenario am experiencing from the career pm for finally she is ' employed'. By quotes being an auntie of hers who previously they had disagreed on payment terms during internship periods of campus, during the week she received a call telling her to report tomorrow of that day, i guess this might have been orders or requests of forces that would want to see us fully independent minus the occasional'borrowing'.
This whole week i've been the stay at home husband taking care of the 'sumbua' baby and it has felt like a month, you know when the pm is here this baby is used to a schedule of going to the market and pluck bananas on her way that she ends up being given, but now i dont know the way around market maybe i'll have to, coming week. Thanks to Nash who lives nearby we have a place to go to when the stubbornness is too overwhelming that she has to be out. It has become a routine now by 10 she's all too stubborn thats how i end up writting one post ,At the moment inorder to write this i just let her play with the boyfriend outside whom i hear crying for being smacked by the 2 years junior girlfriend but they still have a chemistry already as i look. Thanks to the family employer now i got to persevere or else i get a job person to deliver me , for i got to be the cook, diaper changer, for the potty training has been an exercise in futility so far, the occasional 'wacha, wacha!!'. Surely mothers try and a more bigup to all the single mothers that have raised their kids without any support, those are my heroes so far.
It is on these occasions that am in the house with Nash and tobiko (of the pregnant business mind_), on rare occasion it was on the new friday(thur) that a kampango of nyama and wine is on the table, the pm checks in just as the nyama is over and evidence cleared and Nash's by the door leaving, while tobiko and i are enjoying the wine. She enters furiously and rudely opens the windows, "hii nyumba inanuka mavi!!"she mutters disrespectfully. I feel offended for the kawine is already taking effect not that am not used to such occasional utterances, plus why say that infront of my guest, whereas on her occasions i just give myself shugli and leave the sitting room? Guess women do not need, neither require a good man, whenever they get one they do all they can to turn him bad. Maybe they have left the phrase "all men are dogs" sink into them too much that whenever a good man presents they believe always its a deal too good to be true, and will always yap yap to put the man down or prove his goodness lest do they know they testing a man's patience that does not last long and soon they are left after one withdraws slowly leaving her wondering what went wrong, the man never to look back again at the 'trouble'.
I guess what the pm suffers most is insecurities which majorly were sourced from a place called 'psyz' some years ago- (that story is better left untold for now). Was it because there's a person of out in the house she dislikes or insecure that the bond has been taken too far? i ask myself. I show my concern and am told its because she has drank alot of teargas in town. What a lame excuse, either way we continue with the wine small small talk some in disguise as the pm roams into each room exclaiming things here and there more to herself than we. Tobiko can no longer take the heat and leaves too leaving me with this rare wine thing in plenty to cool it. I give the pm a bad look and declare cold war "hiyo wine ikimwagika pia we umwagike!"as i see tobiko off to the gate. As soon as am back i continue small time seizing opportunities to express my displeasure , eachone is met by a heated argument untill i throw hands and put new sim card in fone which was earlier replaced by the pm after the baby had eaten the previous second replacement card. I try to remember people's numbers who are hardly in the house but drinking beer at that hour. I try mulama's, my campus buddy formerly a hideskin scratcher turned a bank sales person now and atleast earning something that is keeping him away from the all too rowdy beer borrowing school going kids he was hanging out with.
Sure class can change within a very short time, despite Mulama having been employed just last month, i used to call him for a shared drink as we discuss how the hr we learnt in campus together has not yet helped us but making us more poorer and less and less of ideas to make money, he could show up with funny looking dudes of the dingy hood he lives in, quite distasteful it was but now it has changed drastically. "Uko wapi", i ask after the guess of number turns right "(deleted)" he replies , "wacha nakam basi", i reply as i gulp the remaining wine and furiously or rather pretensiously, burst out with track suit, i didnt even bother to change, i meet him at his usual local and the drinking continued. I dont know about you but whenever i taste small alcohol i always want to drink more in this case it was a 12.5% wine and the excuse of a burning home making it unhabitable.
We beat water and he tells me there's a pilsner mfalme thing going on in the neighbourhood of our former campus where we used to destroy together when sophomores. We head and true to it the joint is parked with campo kids and parking full, probably of the familiar 'budas' who have come to rokota as they always do, or many a parents that night might loose their cars on accidents. The fun is maxi leave for the girls shaking their deriele on my crotch small small, and you know with a tracksuit my whooper might easily sense the sorrounding meat and respond accordingly poking someone's behind violently! It can be embarrassing at times and so i fight all ideas of climbing somebody and choose to enjoy the beers coming in plenty from the former hideskin scratcher(Mulama) all in all if i would climb someone maybe in car which we didnt have, she'd ask for beers which i would not buy,she either lived in hostel which gate is written girl's only, i only had 200 that could not buy room around nor taxi. i consoled myself with all these facts and promise to improve on performance once am employed by UN or something and such opportunities shall be grabbed with both hands.
This club we go to , i used to live just behind it and most watchmen and manager must know me for how i used to show them fire whenever they denied entry of my 'visitors' in the wee hours. imagine you are with somebody and the watchman tell you 'hakuna kuingia na mgeni"? I get tempted to wazee hukumbuka, i go over to the gate leading to the hostel and enjoy the watchman i leave in room no.(deleted) and he opens i head to my previous room maybe now its inhabited by a good looking person of out whom i'll confuse am stranded just as we used to do whenever very high and was not lucky to beba in clubs, there would always be an accommodating neighbour and the night would be spent there. I was not lucky with the many knocks i made on doors of all blocks maybe because it was too late when dreamers visit their dreamland or there are many 'totos" of my nature and the occupants are already familiar of drunks who go knocking doors. I loved the thrill of it mostly coz i was now so out of that life which seemed hard to be left due to the many hardships of books and exams associated with campus, everything else except exams and cats was just okey!.
I head back to club more for the fear maybe the guyz there nowadays are bad people and if they might open those doors simultaneously and mistake me for a thief that can be an unwarranted mobjustice, i saved my face and the shame that would be associated with that. More drinks and everything flows in these campus clubs , someone nearby is with a 'mzinga' of viceroy, kenya cane,and what have you, you end up partaking some and you'll be KO in minutes, for maybe some have been injected other hard drugs. I indulge fully but cautiously maybe for the fact that Mulama is still supplying my PILSNER other than for the occasional vice shots am getting from the dude next to me. Soon its early morning hours and can bearly walk, thanks to Mulama who hires a cab, but someone pinches my cheap phone and some loose change as i come to discover as i stagger home and with the alert of pm who was worried or rather concerned of her actions earlier that either led me to hang myself or what do they think later?. Their senses always come back later and began regretting their actions, she had actually been calling nash at wee hours to know where i had gone to, to no avail as i learnt later. It was a relieve to her for my reappearance rather than the occasional scorning and a shock to me that my phone was missing. Luckily mulama had taken its safe custody but for the change i dont know maybe i partly paid the cab.
This whole week i've been the stay at home husband taking care of the 'sumbua' baby and it has felt like a month, you know when the pm is here this baby is used to a schedule of going to the market and pluck bananas on her way that she ends up being given, but now i dont know the way around market maybe i'll have to, coming week. Thanks to Nash who lives nearby we have a place to go to when the stubbornness is too overwhelming that she has to be out. It has become a routine now by 10 she's all too stubborn thats how i end up writting one post ,At the moment inorder to write this i just let her play with the boyfriend outside whom i hear crying for being smacked by the 2 years junior girlfriend but they still have a chemistry already as i look. Thanks to the family employer now i got to persevere or else i get a job person to deliver me , for i got to be the cook, diaper changer, for the potty training has been an exercise in futility so far, the occasional 'wacha, wacha!!'. Surely mothers try and a more bigup to all the single mothers that have raised their kids without any support, those are my heroes so far.
It is on these occasions that am in the house with Nash and tobiko (of the pregnant business mind_), on rare occasion it was on the new friday(thur) that a kampango of nyama and wine is on the table, the pm checks in just as the nyama is over and evidence cleared and Nash's by the door leaving, while tobiko and i are enjoying the wine. She enters furiously and rudely opens the windows, "hii nyumba inanuka mavi!!"she mutters disrespectfully. I feel offended for the kawine is already taking effect not that am not used to such occasional utterances, plus why say that infront of my guest, whereas on her occasions i just give myself shugli and leave the sitting room? Guess women do not need, neither require a good man, whenever they get one they do all they can to turn him bad. Maybe they have left the phrase "all men are dogs" sink into them too much that whenever a good man presents they believe always its a deal too good to be true, and will always yap yap to put the man down or prove his goodness lest do they know they testing a man's patience that does not last long and soon they are left after one withdraws slowly leaving her wondering what went wrong, the man never to look back again at the 'trouble'.
I guess what the pm suffers most is insecurities which majorly were sourced from a place called 'psyz' some years ago- (that story is better left untold for now). Was it because there's a person of out in the house she dislikes or insecure that the bond has been taken too far? i ask myself. I show my concern and am told its because she has drank alot of teargas in town. What a lame excuse, either way we continue with the wine small small talk some in disguise as the pm roams into each room exclaiming things here and there more to herself than we. Tobiko can no longer take the heat and leaves too leaving me with this rare wine thing in plenty to cool it. I give the pm a bad look and declare cold war "hiyo wine ikimwagika pia we umwagike!"as i see tobiko off to the gate. As soon as am back i continue small time seizing opportunities to express my displeasure , eachone is met by a heated argument untill i throw hands and put new sim card in fone which was earlier replaced by the pm after the baby had eaten the previous second replacement card. I try to remember people's numbers who are hardly in the house but drinking beer at that hour. I try mulama's, my campus buddy formerly a hideskin scratcher turned a bank sales person now and atleast earning something that is keeping him away from the all too rowdy beer borrowing school going kids he was hanging out with.
Sure class can change within a very short time, despite Mulama having been employed just last month, i used to call him for a shared drink as we discuss how the hr we learnt in campus together has not yet helped us but making us more poorer and less and less of ideas to make money, he could show up with funny looking dudes of the dingy hood he lives in, quite distasteful it was but now it has changed drastically. "Uko wapi", i ask after the guess of number turns right "(deleted)" he replies , "wacha nakam basi", i reply as i gulp the remaining wine and furiously or rather pretensiously, burst out with track suit, i didnt even bother to change, i meet him at his usual local and the drinking continued. I dont know about you but whenever i taste small alcohol i always want to drink more in this case it was a 12.5% wine and the excuse of a burning home making it unhabitable.
We beat water and he tells me there's a pilsner mfalme thing going on in the neighbourhood of our former campus where we used to destroy together when sophomores. We head and true to it the joint is parked with campo kids and parking full, probably of the familiar 'budas' who have come to rokota as they always do, or many a parents that night might loose their cars on accidents. The fun is maxi leave for the girls shaking their deriele on my crotch small small, and you know with a tracksuit my whooper might easily sense the sorrounding meat and respond accordingly poking someone's behind violently! It can be embarrassing at times and so i fight all ideas of climbing somebody and choose to enjoy the beers coming in plenty from the former hideskin scratcher(Mulama) all in all if i would climb someone maybe in car which we didnt have, she'd ask for beers which i would not buy,she either lived in hostel which gate is written girl's only, i only had 200 that could not buy room around nor taxi. i consoled myself with all these facts and promise to improve on performance once am employed by UN or something and such opportunities shall be grabbed with both hands.
This club we go to , i used to live just behind it and most watchmen and manager must know me for how i used to show them fire whenever they denied entry of my 'visitors' in the wee hours. imagine you are with somebody and the watchman tell you 'hakuna kuingia na mgeni"? I get tempted to wazee hukumbuka, i go over to the gate leading to the hostel and enjoy the watchman i leave in room no.(deleted) and he opens i head to my previous room maybe now its inhabited by a good looking person of out whom i'll confuse am stranded just as we used to do whenever very high and was not lucky to beba in clubs, there would always be an accommodating neighbour and the night would be spent there. I was not lucky with the many knocks i made on doors of all blocks maybe because it was too late when dreamers visit their dreamland or there are many 'totos" of my nature and the occupants are already familiar of drunks who go knocking doors. I loved the thrill of it mostly coz i was now so out of that life which seemed hard to be left due to the many hardships of books and exams associated with campus, everything else except exams and cats was just okey!.
I head back to club more for the fear maybe the guyz there nowadays are bad people and if they might open those doors simultaneously and mistake me for a thief that can be an unwarranted mobjustice, i saved my face and the shame that would be associated with that. More drinks and everything flows in these campus clubs , someone nearby is with a 'mzinga' of viceroy, kenya cane,and what have you, you end up partaking some and you'll be KO in minutes, for maybe some have been injected other hard drugs. I indulge fully but cautiously maybe for the fact that Mulama is still supplying my PILSNER other than for the occasional vice shots am getting from the dude next to me. Soon its early morning hours and can bearly walk, thanks to Mulama who hires a cab, but someone pinches my cheap phone and some loose change as i come to discover as i stagger home and with the alert of pm who was worried or rather concerned of her actions earlier that either led me to hang myself or what do they think later?. Their senses always come back later and began regretting their actions, she had actually been calling nash at wee hours to know where i had gone to, to no avail as i learnt later. It was a relieve to her for my reappearance rather than the occasional scorning and a shock to me that my phone was missing. Luckily mulama had taken its safe custody but for the change i dont know maybe i partly paid the cab.
Tuesday 5 July 2011
The tensious weekend
Am actually late writting this for i'd have written it yesterday but (i hear but is used to mean the other part of the sentence is a lie) 'but' no its not a lie because it was actually an eventful weekend stretched upto Monday hindering my writting. That said actually it was a weekend when visitors tend to pop in our house especially during mealtime and overstretch the period until pm has no choice but bring the food to the tableroom, you know how it is in these economic times, and keep in mind the two graduates can barely feed themselves for the whole month.
On saturday i can bear the accusations that i was responsible for spoiling the pm's budget for i brought along 2extra mouths to the table, but it was purposely for business ,you know the small small businesses we do at home so it was time to bring in a person to identify the works of our hands among other brokerly works that i do of building material just 'leisurely' in the house. True to the fact that business should actually be for a single minded person that he/she is going into it not out of desperation, or as a fall back plan but with the desire and passion to do it and with the necessary capital to boot, When you are a graduate like we who's major idea is to be employed by the UN and pocket a large amount without 'starting from scratch' as many say you should, then business which involves that, can be very demotivating for the 8-4-4 graduates who have not necessarily had the practical steps to do things but theoretically.
So that said in explanation to the leisurely businesses, i had mats that now need to be exposed and patented (i hear there's such a thing done when one has a new invention, and it is quite overpriced to begin with i.e for one to patent i have heard on media you could part with 100,000/= i dont understand??). After the review of the commodities i go on to show my two guests one my cousin Nash whom we are really trying many with for we have been in campus together and now 'tarmaking' (i guess thats how its spelt and called by many a graduates).The other is Tobiko a newly introduced partner person of out on the heavily pregnant about to be born project of chicken. That said i show them how its done,an idea i got when i was my own salesman of accounts of a bank from a watchwoman (God bless her for now the pm occassionally has something to do in the house of making mats of which i showed her), and it toook quite a while .
I cannot be mean with the idea also because i was also introduced to but now aggressively want to make it my own through marketing but when demand becomes overwhelming i might just include everyone including my 'teacher'. i say 'demand' because on afew occasions now the product has placed a meal on our table,i.e when things are tough enough the pm will pull out one of the mats hanged on the walls and sell it locally to people including our landlady who actually like the design..
On the same day one of my sisters foi has paid us a courtesy call for the weekend to see her niece whom she brought up during her inception days and we were still in campus, so to avoid lating the lunch for the main guest she brings along the food and now with seven plates for we are randomly joined by another newly accuired friend of pms' (call her mboch) who later shows us wonders on the 'tomorrow of that day'. This said friend of hers is actually a lately sacked househelp of Nash's whom they met on such days we go for lunch at theirs when it has really bitten for he and family lives in the neighbourhood. The guests put themselves especially mboch whom pm serves and overfloats her plate but clears it and asks, "iko kitu mtu anaweza kunywa kama chai?" mind you all others do not ask , hata si maji!!..
This go on and later we leave with my guests for a further conclusion of our pregnant business at Nash's. On the tomorrow of that day that is on sunday as i sit relaxing leisurely making mats in the sitting room, a rare knock is at the door and Foi opens, in comes the pm's campus friends (persons of out ofcourse) and say they were in the neighbourhood and decide to check up on her, (mind you its lunch hour again).they make themselves comfortable as they play small small with the baby, i sit there shylly looking with 'vagina of eye' how they 'look', and sweat starts pilling on my face and am unable to continue with the knitting, i pretend i was showing Foi and later leave it to her and seek exile in the bedroom. This reaction triggered by alot of bodily and mental issues. One its taboo to socialise with pm's friends because it's always common that women hardly want for each other and in most instances will only want to spoil for each other, they will even remove 'thuruari' for a spouse of their friends' or set you up and later inform the pm and soon your 'happy marriage' is over. Two they are also rumour collectors and will pay such visits to rumourmonger to the rest. There's one such childhood friend of the pm i hear she's coming, i give myself 'shugli' outside the house before she gets there. During our 'rite of passage time' call it graduation she actually came to our house and i walked into her naked on our extra bedroom which we keep clothes and had forgotten there's someone so didnt knock , she seemed not startled at all and maybe if i could have borrowed, there there, but i apologized and left, for 'better shy than sorry'. She played it cool all through as if nothing had happened and i knew this one is temptation from devil thats why i seek exile outside.
On this occassion i sook it in the bedroom and even had my lunch there for i dont want them to study me much for i might just get tempted to talk or comment, eat talking and that may give birth to a rumour or risk a bad look from pm, also they might study my appearance too much (ofcourse they know me) but recently my beard is unkept. They might actually see me out there with another person of out and call the pm immediately to come and witness even if its a cousin or casual friend, my friend Theuri can actually attest to this. Its very common in many a couple, many break ups are caused by a thirdparty!.
I give myself 'shugli' in bedroom including browsing and trying to write the story in computer but i chew blanks as i hear all women laugh in sitting room. I wait they go but where, i put a movie which is funny too and try to laugh loudly to show them am also quite busy and onto something, but i later learnt they thought i went away through backdoor which is equally better than accusation i was hidding shyly in bedroom. Finally am out and they are gone after empting the pm's dishes forcing her to cook again for supper which she rarely does for the food would last us 3 for lunch and supper. She and foi are cooking again as i appear and cheekily ask "wageni wameenda?" ofcourse i had heard the laughter die down and i knew it was safe to reappear.
In the evening we have our supper and just when finished mboch knocks at around 8:30 and calls the pm outside, She had actually been rubbed work previously and instead of going home was roaming in the neighbourhood probably stalking a boyfriend whom she thought would spend the night with her but unfortunately was not "kuringwo itheru"(jokingly told to spend the night). She tell the pm she 'll be grateful to spend even on chair I guess the motivation to come at such hours was how she was welcomed the yesterday of that day being the first time, with plentiful food and drink and thought we were red cross. Tension filled the house for where will this 'visitor' now sleep for the extra bedroom is occupied by foi, leave for the shameless intrusion at night without earlier warning.
The pm pulls me aside after having told her to come in and tells me to chase her (you know the dirty job), for am the owner of house, and i wonder how do i chase her and she's her 'freind' and had welcomed her even on such circumstance?. Television becomes hard to watch and the talking is limited and if any, ignoring the night visitor. I go to bed early( a thing i hardly do offlate) and tell pm to make sure she's locked the door with padlock and come with keys (you never know of such person might have come to kwachua with things and leave with them for village which she came from) The pm tells, she was asking for tea which she was denied and thanks to the fact we dine early for maybe she had timed supper too.
The pm sleeps with tension and tomorrow i.e monday wakes early to vanish the visitor as had agreed, but of course guerilla tactics, with her regular early cleaning , she does banging the doors so that 'mboch' hears and wakes from her sleep on the couch. She takes all her time and ignores or foolishly does not get the hints thrown to her by pm and foi for her to leave and drags on untill late morning when i finally see her leave through the bedroom window where am hiding and not ready to experience tension in the morning. I say fyuks and emerge for the tale telling compilation as given from eyewitness and that am able to write now.
Guests are no longer welcome in many a households today, for i later take blame from pm on the weekend's happening that i brought friends whom were of no use to her and ate onto her domestic budget forgetting that the majority were hers, its funny how pms know to pass the back. I know all this too well that it's because of tobiko whom she did not actually like ,for we were talking things previously not pleasing her ears like taking our trade to Afghanistan and leaving her here. I guess her imagination , "me going in a far off country with another woman ati for money??!!". Women will always feel threatened and complain about another woman" if it was only me and Nash no problem!!
On saturday i can bear the accusations that i was responsible for spoiling the pm's budget for i brought along 2extra mouths to the table, but it was purposely for business ,you know the small small businesses we do at home so it was time to bring in a person to identify the works of our hands among other brokerly works that i do of building material just 'leisurely' in the house. True to the fact that business should actually be for a single minded person that he/she is going into it not out of desperation, or as a fall back plan but with the desire and passion to do it and with the necessary capital to boot, When you are a graduate like we who's major idea is to be employed by the UN and pocket a large amount without 'starting from scratch' as many say you should, then business which involves that, can be very demotivating for the 8-4-4 graduates who have not necessarily had the practical steps to do things but theoretically.
So that said in explanation to the leisurely businesses, i had mats that now need to be exposed and patented (i hear there's such a thing done when one has a new invention, and it is quite overpriced to begin with i.e for one to patent i have heard on media you could part with 100,000/= i dont understand??). After the review of the commodities i go on to show my two guests one my cousin Nash whom we are really trying many with for we have been in campus together and now 'tarmaking' (i guess thats how its spelt and called by many a graduates).The other is Tobiko a newly introduced partner person of out on the heavily pregnant about to be born project of chicken. That said i show them how its done,an idea i got when i was my own salesman of accounts of a bank from a watchwoman (God bless her for now the pm occassionally has something to do in the house of making mats of which i showed her), and it toook quite a while .
I cannot be mean with the idea also because i was also introduced to but now aggressively want to make it my own through marketing but when demand becomes overwhelming i might just include everyone including my 'teacher'. i say 'demand' because on afew occasions now the product has placed a meal on our table,i.e when things are tough enough the pm will pull out one of the mats hanged on the walls and sell it locally to people including our landlady who actually like the design..
On the same day one of my sisters foi has paid us a courtesy call for the weekend to see her niece whom she brought up during her inception days and we were still in campus, so to avoid lating the lunch for the main guest she brings along the food and now with seven plates for we are randomly joined by another newly accuired friend of pms' (call her mboch) who later shows us wonders on the 'tomorrow of that day'. This said friend of hers is actually a lately sacked househelp of Nash's whom they met on such days we go for lunch at theirs when it has really bitten for he and family lives in the neighbourhood. The guests put themselves especially mboch whom pm serves and overfloats her plate but clears it and asks, "iko kitu mtu anaweza kunywa kama chai?" mind you all others do not ask , hata si maji!!..
This go on and later we leave with my guests for a further conclusion of our pregnant business at Nash's. On the tomorrow of that day that is on sunday as i sit relaxing leisurely making mats in the sitting room, a rare knock is at the door and Foi opens, in comes the pm's campus friends (persons of out ofcourse) and say they were in the neighbourhood and decide to check up on her, (mind you its lunch hour again).they make themselves comfortable as they play small small with the baby, i sit there shylly looking with 'vagina of eye' how they 'look', and sweat starts pilling on my face and am unable to continue with the knitting, i pretend i was showing Foi and later leave it to her and seek exile in the bedroom. This reaction triggered by alot of bodily and mental issues. One its taboo to socialise with pm's friends because it's always common that women hardly want for each other and in most instances will only want to spoil for each other, they will even remove 'thuruari' for a spouse of their friends' or set you up and later inform the pm and soon your 'happy marriage' is over. Two they are also rumour collectors and will pay such visits to rumourmonger to the rest. There's one such childhood friend of the pm i hear she's coming, i give myself 'shugli' outside the house before she gets there. During our 'rite of passage time' call it graduation she actually came to our house and i walked into her naked on our extra bedroom which we keep clothes and had forgotten there's someone so didnt knock , she seemed not startled at all and maybe if i could have borrowed, there there, but i apologized and left, for 'better shy than sorry'. She played it cool all through as if nothing had happened and i knew this one is temptation from devil thats why i seek exile outside.
On this occassion i sook it in the bedroom and even had my lunch there for i dont want them to study me much for i might just get tempted to talk or comment, eat talking and that may give birth to a rumour or risk a bad look from pm, also they might study my appearance too much (ofcourse they know me) but recently my beard is unkept. They might actually see me out there with another person of out and call the pm immediately to come and witness even if its a cousin or casual friend, my friend Theuri can actually attest to this. Its very common in many a couple, many break ups are caused by a thirdparty!.
I give myself 'shugli' in bedroom including browsing and trying to write the story in computer but i chew blanks as i hear all women laugh in sitting room. I wait they go but where, i put a movie which is funny too and try to laugh loudly to show them am also quite busy and onto something, but i later learnt they thought i went away through backdoor which is equally better than accusation i was hidding shyly in bedroom. Finally am out and they are gone after empting the pm's dishes forcing her to cook again for supper which she rarely does for the food would last us 3 for lunch and supper. She and foi are cooking again as i appear and cheekily ask "wageni wameenda?" ofcourse i had heard the laughter die down and i knew it was safe to reappear.
In the evening we have our supper and just when finished mboch knocks at around 8:30 and calls the pm outside, She had actually been rubbed work previously and instead of going home was roaming in the neighbourhood probably stalking a boyfriend whom she thought would spend the night with her but unfortunately was not "kuringwo itheru"(jokingly told to spend the night). She tell the pm she 'll be grateful to spend even on chair I guess the motivation to come at such hours was how she was welcomed the yesterday of that day being the first time, with plentiful food and drink and thought we were red cross. Tension filled the house for where will this 'visitor' now sleep for the extra bedroom is occupied by foi, leave for the shameless intrusion at night without earlier warning.
The pm pulls me aside after having told her to come in and tells me to chase her (you know the dirty job), for am the owner of house, and i wonder how do i chase her and she's her 'freind' and had welcomed her even on such circumstance?. Television becomes hard to watch and the talking is limited and if any, ignoring the night visitor. I go to bed early( a thing i hardly do offlate) and tell pm to make sure she's locked the door with padlock and come with keys (you never know of such person might have come to kwachua with things and leave with them for village which she came from) The pm tells, she was asking for tea which she was denied and thanks to the fact we dine early for maybe she had timed supper too.
The pm sleeps with tension and tomorrow i.e monday wakes early to vanish the visitor as had agreed, but of course guerilla tactics, with her regular early cleaning , she does banging the doors so that 'mboch' hears and wakes from her sleep on the couch. She takes all her time and ignores or foolishly does not get the hints thrown to her by pm and foi for her to leave and drags on untill late morning when i finally see her leave through the bedroom window where am hiding and not ready to experience tension in the morning. I say fyuks and emerge for the tale telling compilation as given from eyewitness and that am able to write now.
Guests are no longer welcome in many a households today, for i later take blame from pm on the weekend's happening that i brought friends whom were of no use to her and ate onto her domestic budget forgetting that the majority were hers, its funny how pms know to pass the back. I know all this too well that it's because of tobiko whom she did not actually like ,for we were talking things previously not pleasing her ears like taking our trade to Afghanistan and leaving her here. I guess her imagination , "me going in a far off country with another woman ati for money??!!". Women will always feel threatened and complain about another woman" if it was only me and Nash no problem!!
Friday 1 July 2011
My vet
I guess its not too late to begin a career and by late i mean alot of several guyz i went to high school together with are all in a career somewhere whether in business like Saiga, the tycoon , Jose the watchman, Charles the electrician, Amos the nurse and others if i name them will be a breach of contract. That said , at the age we are, society now expects us to atleast have something you own or doing big, 'something' even if it is beat up car like Wanjohi wa Kigogoine's. Failure to even with heavy gowns of degree, you are still a burden to the same society that educated you to be independent and help it.
I have so far looked in my basket of opportunies, (they are many ofcourse) only to find a realistic one that can be started majorly by the quantity of theories and some out of stumble upons(not necessarily taught in school but learnt in the 'trying many' as earlier reiterated in my earlier post.
I have applied my graphics certificate lessons acquired, to do a 'graphic' representation in an insurance agency an aunty created, i oversaw the production of a logo in the presence of a cousin(son to the aunty) in my aggressive periods when theories and practical were fresh in mind- you know you always try your new inventions on family and close friends. Went later on to produce business cards, complimentary slips to which a balance of 2500/= has not been recovered to date, since the aunty has soon went under after delivery of the same,( and if you feel these aunties in annual gettogether pretending holier than thou and praying prayers condemning and rebuking devils) that last for a record one hour ( record holder being the aunty). Not forgetting them being on your ass to know what you doing with yourself whereas they are the first to want to extract your human labour to their course be it either being a lawyer for the land cases, doing them graphics and they dont want to pay or pay meagrely., Whenever i'll hear any one of them ask the rhetoric, "so what are you doing?" ,"getting conned and cheated by your sister!" i'll reply.
These extended squabble full families that will hardly want to see another prosper but compete against each other and if possible bring you down, by the way i realise a stranger is more helpfull than family moreso in business. Advice you'll get when you need help from most of them.
You'll hardly walk kilometer and find a closely knit family without blows and squabbles be it of land. In the society we are today, every one has become too materialistic to the expense of family/human values example stealing of FPE( a program for the really needy persons in pursuit of education which was previously the key). No wonder i asked Ken, a recently introduced member of the extended family, "unataka kuniambia, mwenye hii flat amejenga hii kwa salary yake ama ni wizi(corruption)?". That majorly potrays the thoughts of them many not to do well people(mwananchi wa kawaida). for we have got accustomed to getting cheated out of almost everything.
In the wake of things am also doing mats in the house with the pm (ofcourse with alot of problems,many of those in biz with their pm might know this) maybe a photo of mats which i'll upload later for the audience to sample. All this done to the sole purpose of creating a new empire of wealth in order to enjoy the finer things in life with my family. I would also love to create an own empire of hardware having been previously mentored by Saiga on the night of 'people of trapping dens,' in the episode/post 'The life of business' Thats the only time during our sprees that he has really enlightened me all other have been drimk and get wasted, may be its because i opened up earlier and told him the amount in my pocket and maybe he always thought i must also be a loaded miser Nairobi barbie (probably born out of a rich civil servant back then- i've always been mistaken) You know the attitude that engulf one just like wanjohi said once "when you have money you refuse to know why others do not have and when without vice versa". So he told me he has also seen others come from scratch and they succeed in the hardware business and now do not carry five hundred bob in their pockets but times alot more and they dirtify table untill u wonder they have also become the drugdealer in town, and they also eat your persons of out if its 'cierunde' and are materialist and easily lied to.
Another is the idea of a press printing(you know in Kenya you either have a business or an idea lack of either is considered doom) this a thought not out of the peer pressure like saiga's but of a need to take forth my design and print jobs. A writter suggestion too of these issues i find myself vetting about or writting is welcome if it 'll turn to monetary gains. In the meantime am a continue to weigh my laid down options and many more not said plus their backup plan -employment, as i figure out which best suits me.I habour no hard feelings for the not yet break trough for patience may just pay off, all in the pursuit of the good life as i get nearer to my target of 5years time,owning 'something'. Something not anything but a land and a kahouse maybe??>>
I have so far looked in my basket of opportunies, (they are many ofcourse) only to find a realistic one that can be started majorly by the quantity of theories and some out of stumble upons(not necessarily taught in school but learnt in the 'trying many' as earlier reiterated in my earlier post.
I have applied my graphics certificate lessons acquired, to do a 'graphic' representation in an insurance agency an aunty created, i oversaw the production of a logo in the presence of a cousin(son to the aunty) in my aggressive periods when theories and practical were fresh in mind- you know you always try your new inventions on family and close friends. Went later on to produce business cards, complimentary slips to which a balance of 2500/= has not been recovered to date, since the aunty has soon went under after delivery of the same,( and if you feel these aunties in annual gettogether pretending holier than thou and praying prayers condemning and rebuking devils) that last for a record one hour ( record holder being the aunty). Not forgetting them being on your ass to know what you doing with yourself whereas they are the first to want to extract your human labour to their course be it either being a lawyer for the land cases, doing them graphics and they dont want to pay or pay meagrely., Whenever i'll hear any one of them ask the rhetoric, "so what are you doing?" ,"getting conned and cheated by your sister!" i'll reply.
These extended squabble full families that will hardly want to see another prosper but compete against each other and if possible bring you down, by the way i realise a stranger is more helpfull than family moreso in business. Advice you'll get when you need help from most of them.
You'll hardly walk kilometer and find a closely knit family without blows and squabbles be it of land. In the society we are today, every one has become too materialistic to the expense of family/human values example stealing of FPE( a program for the really needy persons in pursuit of education which was previously the key). No wonder i asked Ken, a recently introduced member of the extended family, "unataka kuniambia, mwenye hii flat amejenga hii kwa salary yake ama ni wizi(corruption)?". That majorly potrays the thoughts of them many not to do well people(mwananchi wa kawaida). for we have got accustomed to getting cheated out of almost everything.
In the wake of things am also doing mats in the house with the pm (ofcourse with alot of problems,many of those in biz with their pm might know this) maybe a photo of mats which i'll upload later for the audience to sample. All this done to the sole purpose of creating a new empire of wealth in order to enjoy the finer things in life with my family. I would also love to create an own empire of hardware having been previously mentored by Saiga on the night of 'people of trapping dens,' in the episode/post 'The life of business' Thats the only time during our sprees that he has really enlightened me all other have been drimk and get wasted, may be its because i opened up earlier and told him the amount in my pocket and maybe he always thought i must also be a loaded miser Nairobi barbie (probably born out of a rich civil servant back then- i've always been mistaken) You know the attitude that engulf one just like wanjohi said once "when you have money you refuse to know why others do not have and when without vice versa". So he told me he has also seen others come from scratch and they succeed in the hardware business and now do not carry five hundred bob in their pockets but times alot more and they dirtify table untill u wonder they have also become the drugdealer in town, and they also eat your persons of out if its 'cierunde' and are materialist and easily lied to.
Another is the idea of a press printing(you know in Kenya you either have a business or an idea lack of either is considered doom) this a thought not out of the peer pressure like saiga's but of a need to take forth my design and print jobs. A writter suggestion too of these issues i find myself vetting about or writting is welcome if it 'll turn to monetary gains. In the meantime am a continue to weigh my laid down options and many more not said plus their backup plan -employment, as i figure out which best suits me.I habour no hard feelings for the not yet break trough for patience may just pay off, all in the pursuit of the good life as i get nearer to my target of 5years time,owning 'something'. Something not anything but a land and a kahouse maybe??>>
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