A great philosopher friend of mine told me yesterday of 'appointed time'. Let me start by explaining in his words what that could mean, when your opportunity or breakthrough comes its time to run with it, and no barrier can block it, more like the labour pains, you cant stop the baby from coming. Why do i relate with this, i find myself contemplating about, since now its almost heading to an year being the 'stay at home' but ofcourse doing things here and there that cannot be termed the least sustainable or longrun leave for awaiting google to approve of my blog and its viewership/readership and post ads, in short adsense earnings small small for the basics, occasional kanyama and fobe and basically assist the pm in raising our small knit family to another level.
Youth empowerment has been in the recent times been taken serious for those that want to and nowadays many a youths in their early 30's and late 20's are thinking of their kahouse, turental and other ventures that are likely to suggest you are a man of means and not by the occasional bar flouting that will leave you scratching head till bald of misuse of funds leave for the msomo you are likely to get from the pm if you are a guy like me. "Unakunywa tu na hatuna hii?/!!" she retorts, can never understand that at times you can do so out of your pocket.
It has been said i dont know whether to call them sexologists or what (amazing how people craft titles and earn a living out of it) that most menfolk tend to marry ladies that look more like their mothers because for me i still feel like the adolescent i was receiving 'msomo' from the old lady after 'messing' and other similarities i note and the instant likeability from the old lady, infact the other day as i called her amidst some hangovers and the missment of both (read mother and father) she told me ,"ndukanahitirie kairetu kau!! niue ndikona kange!!"(never mistake for that lady, you know i'll never see another!!) and i said never ever, apparently mistakes never lack its the spacing out that matters!. so to assure her, i comply, but one thing forever treasure your parents when alive and are there to guide and counsel you with love because many would wish their own were within reach!! this is the kind of stage that you wonna go to your momma's house not like the adolescence that you wanted to get out of your momma's!!.
Why do i relate to 'appointed time'. the other day the pm retorted again ," get up your ass and look for some money, no sitting around!" Obviously from the burden she could be feeling from being the major 'breadwinner' now and chipping in more of a greater percentage since wakathango too can get naughty and take advantage of situations, moreso my two sisters are around and i sure feel her pain. I consolitary found myself replying, "My wealth is not in this world or measured in property but in knowledge and pregnant ideas!" he he!! how true i sounded even to myself i dont know.. I guess i know where this came from , i remember a beer friend of mine tell me, "i like you because you are intelligent!!" thats massaging my ego till now," ...for a man is nothing but ego.", the philosopher said!.
Onto the major theme, 'appointed time', when my time and opportunity comes am a grab and run faster than Bolt i promise, I have quite been returning myself (gwicokia), why me now the pm's got a job Mulama the former hideskin scrather is doing good, dont make me remember he dirtified table the other day, untill i said "iko sawa," and he also quiped, "in this whole metropolis you are my only friend!" ha ha i felt good(you know am hardly the fav of menfolk for many atimes might see me as competition for their women even those that i cannot contemplate on, like their pms) i dont want the saying 'what goes around comes around' to take place literally,
This man Mulama also is a man with word when he wants to be and i guess these are the guyz including philosopher that i should hang around, he told me the word handsome has meaning leave for the brownskin kinda women interpretation of wakathango but it stands for 'hand has some' i remember "mkono mtupu haurambwi!!"I say the difference between me and 'handssome' is just time and the exact closure of the duration time thats what we refer as appointed time.
One another serious thing i didnt quite deviate on was on the parents am now this guy that has learnt over the years (is this what they call experience??) to treasure his supportive parents more so when you become one, things get more clear, and i dont take for granted their presence in my life and through the guidance i have received from my retired lecturer father and counselling my mother has done despite passing on some knowledge of the ever elusive biochem(read went in through one ear, left through the other). Literature that was my father's major was what i took after and many other character traits including the godpapa cap style that Ken sourveniered me.
At one time in campus when the econs and accounts got tough i thought of quiting to pursue the literature passion but on realising it wasn't a very mature idea like all others including going back to the village and cut nappier grass, i thought hard, will i now become a teacher and i have known the hardships of Kenyan teachers including broken english (this mainly for the science oriented) or what do you take of "When you drink bangi you will die and then start collecting papers!" ha ha, this courtesy of a former mp while a principal at Kagumo.
Other character traits that i dont want to inherit is the denial on technology, i remember am possesing a phone that was previously bought for my father by mother so that he can get his direct messages from his callers and not for her to be told to deliver the messages in the evening some of which were urgent. You know my father is one that does not entertain baggage, aty you start calling him asking for i dont know what without two months prior notice, that is yours!!. If you want to reach him get to mother and the message will be delivered if he wants to reach you he'll get a phone booth or bureau, so he declined the offer and now the phone has trickled from my small brother soon to graduate from pri school and manhood, sisters who have graduated to better phones(you know sisters can have their way)and now to me. Funny how the 'graduate' word is used for granted now, back in the day my UON alumni father tells me you got paid and fed just to be in campus! and so enough respect.
Friday 26 August 2011
Monday 22 August 2011
Of a thousand for afew coins change
Amazing how the Kenyan shilling has lost value, back in the days not so long ago we would go out with a 500 Kenyan shilling note and would have a kanyama and at least five beers to take you to another level, but now 500 is just some pocket change. To be called a 'man of means' you got to be walking with afew thousands as your own pocket change!! Some not so old geezer once told me corruption is what cost Kenyans a cheap lifestyle, after the angloleasing scandal that's when even the usual bread price rose from 15/= to around 20/= and the tread has been going on, call it 'us paying for crimes of others (read the mighty)'.
Over the weekend i got a call from the 'chama' treasurer, who wanted to dissolve the chama because rumour has it that he is 'eating' our money. This on a Friday, what a perfect day to dissolve it since mbele nyuma i had 100/= which i had previously conned the chumed pm for i don't know what, maybe credit and there was a reunion drinking excuse for the former Kaggzerians '03 pupils in a lounge in town. An information that i had got earlier from the all to familiar' keep in touch media" (read facebook) that facilitates even those that you wouldn't want to keep in touch with..
This one i was so willing to attend not until i realized there was minimal commitment and plus why go to town while in the metropolis on this season is quite looking up, especially now that good looking buffaloes are around i guess from hi skul, and infact one had just planted a date very conveniently!!, but not one of the under 18s ofcourse! I arrive at the 'Kamukunji' very fast to find the other 'active' member Mr lion's already arrived to get his share, this Mr Lion is another that will tell you on your face 'you have stolen our money!' So i meet the treasurer sweating and pretentiously mad that he has been called a thief and no matter the pleas i made that atleast we should save save and dissolve in dethemba when the money will be a bit more for the festivities.
The treasurer refused to be a handler of anymore of our money for false accusations and so being a signatory to the account we head to the bank for the wipe out. process fast without any bureaucracy until i wonder, true banks have really changed and soon our money is in our hands ready for division. First the balance according to the treasurer's books were not tallying with the account's!??. With problems Mr lion and i being the most active and founders of the group manage to get our share and leave the treasurer scratching his nyees wondering where the money to pay the rest passive members with, will come from.
Straight we leave for nyama choma to thank ourselves for the record breaking savings that we have done for six or so months leave for the premature dissolution for we had all planned the financial year would come to an end on Christmas. I call Tobiko another buffalo that has always been asking for nyama but she is in bathroom or something and live in the wilderness so by the time she arrives Mr lion and i have wiped the kg of burnt, so i part with bhajia not to make the arrival useless. Before i am mixed further and start throwing the overpriced bottles at the buffalo, for now Mr Lion has to leave to close his job first, i remember my shoe is now beating too much and a renewal is needed very fast , i excuse myself and rush to the nearest stall for a brand new renewal, true Christmas came early on that day.
On the stall as i bargain adamantly another buffalo fixes a date very conveniently as if it had known i was now a man of means ( read walking with afew thousands in my pocket). by the time i bought the shoe i already started feeling a big hole created for even the bargain wasn't as effective for Tobiko was around still trying to monitor how much i had and asking vehemently for the nyama i called her for. Shortly am on my way to meet the date leaving my old shoe and tobiko nagging there. I had missed this one and so it was all worth it.
After taking all my good time i still find it waiting for me and i dearly appreciate the wait. Onto our favourite local i ask for those double doubles of black ice (the remover of pant) and my usual PILSNER. This time i break another thousand and what was put on my palm as change shocks me ,almost afew coins. I felt my ration will diminish there there and there was no point of going to the city aty for the reunion, more so Saiga my tycoon also a former kaggzerian had already indicated wont make. So its either impress the buffalo there or run and keep my diminishing ration to last me all weekend. Luckily or unluckily this one i don't know for being a 'hino' and even the second was left half empty! *sobs*.
Events happen and it has to go home and i have to pay its cab money for it lives in the wilderness too, impulse budgets continue and i pay my 3/4 share to be dropped in another joint 'Juanco' that i loved very much and she proceed and cough the rest., this ofcourse after lighting alot of fire that it could not extinguish,( i felt like looking for a trapper with no baggage). I enter Juanco and realize these days it has beaten too much and leave for the adjacent 'mabatini' where beer is at least 10/= or 20/= cheaper. there i meet a 'godfather' of ours (this man while in campus once housed us, me and the pm), after a long binge drinking and we continued friendship from there maybe because he lived and worked in a barracks that had easy access to cheaper quality beer!.
Pleasantries exchanged and he tells me am in his now 'growing up' backyard and he's on leave after coming to bury his father. This man is quite a character too he will take peeps half his age to his digz and tell his equally furious mama to put food for the impromptu visitors (these are our children he says!!) i wondered on the first day how good he could be and we sure went to his place with alot of fears, maybe our privates will get chopped off or he wants to have my pm and there's nothing we could do. I threw afew at his local and he tells me "baba' lets go home you say hi to 'Mama Kevo'. He has a son Kevo almost our age that had been told earlier to escort us to stage after the impromptu sleep over and we bonded .
So i say why not if the first day my nyees were not cut why now? He tells me that his hood is just behind the locals but i realize its miles away in the 'wilderness' after we set off, this i guess i agreed after realizing my pocket now was badly depleted. We negotiate sharp corners and hills until i pant my fat out all along him ( calls himself Simba ya Kajiado, after afew pilsners) holding a stick to scare away the lions just incase they appeared, true mlevi ni wa Mungu!. Finally we reach his hood and am given a room to lay my heavy drunk head on after exchanging some pretentious pleasantries with his pm. This room despite my drunkenness is as cold as it can get in the wilderness, i sleep in full combat which i rarely do for the cold is too much and the single blanket cannot quite help. I snore it away soon comfortably for am assured am safe and my nyees will be intact tomorrow of that day.
Tomorrow we waited for Kevo to arrive for his weekend off until i gave up and left ofcourse with a kaburungo from the shamba to take to the PM who as i realized was very familiar with this couple they even felt they midwifed the relationship and thats why its still surviving that's why i call him 'godfather'. He tells me with the kaburungo of afew sukumas and maize cobs will make the 'msomo' i get from the pm who'd already started to call to know my whereabouts will be minimal. I had told her am with him earlier and the tone on phone had improved, with the surety that i wasn't with another buffalo(thats their only or do we say greatest fear?) for i gave him my phone to tell her that too.
I also wonder what is this urgency that the pm will always call you with to be home whereas there's nothing of importance or its for the missment of the 'magic stick'?/ or unknown fears(read another buffalo). What if you came back without 'the center bolt'? he he! you would be as good as dead!! So i go home later to her welcome more for the luggage i had promised than me, but i see it fit to let her have some share of my savings and i tell her "mama i got afew here and i want to take you dancing!". This after breaking the vow of never going to bar together for we are now parents and should stay with the baby, but now that the aunties are around to stay with her why not and also cover up my mistakes.... After that weekend i must be very loved for the outing i took her two days mfururizo, >>>>> i just got a bamba 20 sambaza now now! ha ha
Over the weekend i got a call from the 'chama' treasurer, who wanted to dissolve the chama because rumour has it that he is 'eating' our money. This on a Friday, what a perfect day to dissolve it since mbele nyuma i had 100/= which i had previously conned the chumed pm for i don't know what, maybe credit and there was a reunion drinking excuse for the former Kaggzerians '03 pupils in a lounge in town. An information that i had got earlier from the all to familiar' keep in touch media" (read facebook) that facilitates even those that you wouldn't want to keep in touch with..
This one i was so willing to attend not until i realized there was minimal commitment and plus why go to town while in the metropolis on this season is quite looking up, especially now that good looking buffaloes are around i guess from hi skul, and infact one had just planted a date very conveniently!!, but not one of the under 18s ofcourse! I arrive at the 'Kamukunji' very fast to find the other 'active' member Mr lion's already arrived to get his share, this Mr Lion is another that will tell you on your face 'you have stolen our money!' So i meet the treasurer sweating and pretentiously mad that he has been called a thief and no matter the pleas i made that atleast we should save save and dissolve in dethemba when the money will be a bit more for the festivities.
The treasurer refused to be a handler of anymore of our money for false accusations and so being a signatory to the account we head to the bank for the wipe out. process fast without any bureaucracy until i wonder, true banks have really changed and soon our money is in our hands ready for division. First the balance according to the treasurer's books were not tallying with the account's!??. With problems Mr lion and i being the most active and founders of the group manage to get our share and leave the treasurer scratching his nyees wondering where the money to pay the rest passive members with, will come from.
Straight we leave for nyama choma to thank ourselves for the record breaking savings that we have done for six or so months leave for the premature dissolution for we had all planned the financial year would come to an end on Christmas. I call Tobiko another buffalo that has always been asking for nyama but she is in bathroom or something and live in the wilderness so by the time she arrives Mr lion and i have wiped the kg of burnt, so i part with bhajia not to make the arrival useless. Before i am mixed further and start throwing the overpriced bottles at the buffalo, for now Mr Lion has to leave to close his job first, i remember my shoe is now beating too much and a renewal is needed very fast , i excuse myself and rush to the nearest stall for a brand new renewal, true Christmas came early on that day.
On the stall as i bargain adamantly another buffalo fixes a date very conveniently as if it had known i was now a man of means ( read walking with afew thousands in my pocket). by the time i bought the shoe i already started feeling a big hole created for even the bargain wasn't as effective for Tobiko was around still trying to monitor how much i had and asking vehemently for the nyama i called her for. Shortly am on my way to meet the date leaving my old shoe and tobiko nagging there. I had missed this one and so it was all worth it.
After taking all my good time i still find it waiting for me and i dearly appreciate the wait. Onto our favourite local i ask for those double doubles of black ice (the remover of pant) and my usual PILSNER. This time i break another thousand and what was put on my palm as change shocks me ,almost afew coins. I felt my ration will diminish there there and there was no point of going to the city aty for the reunion, more so Saiga my tycoon also a former kaggzerian had already indicated wont make. So its either impress the buffalo there or run and keep my diminishing ration to last me all weekend. Luckily or unluckily this one i don't know for being a 'hino' and even the second was left half empty! *sobs*.
Events happen and it has to go home and i have to pay its cab money for it lives in the wilderness too, impulse budgets continue and i pay my 3/4 share to be dropped in another joint 'Juanco' that i loved very much and she proceed and cough the rest., this ofcourse after lighting alot of fire that it could not extinguish,( i felt like looking for a trapper with no baggage). I enter Juanco and realize these days it has beaten too much and leave for the adjacent 'mabatini' where beer is at least 10/= or 20/= cheaper. there i meet a 'godfather' of ours (this man while in campus once housed us, me and the pm), after a long binge drinking and we continued friendship from there maybe because he lived and worked in a barracks that had easy access to cheaper quality beer!.
Pleasantries exchanged and he tells me am in his now 'growing up' backyard and he's on leave after coming to bury his father. This man is quite a character too he will take peeps half his age to his digz and tell his equally furious mama to put food for the impromptu visitors (these are our children he says!!) i wondered on the first day how good he could be and we sure went to his place with alot of fears, maybe our privates will get chopped off or he wants to have my pm and there's nothing we could do. I threw afew at his local and he tells me "baba' lets go home you say hi to 'Mama Kevo'. He has a son Kevo almost our age that had been told earlier to escort us to stage after the impromptu sleep over and we bonded .
So i say why not if the first day my nyees were not cut why now? He tells me that his hood is just behind the locals but i realize its miles away in the 'wilderness' after we set off, this i guess i agreed after realizing my pocket now was badly depleted. We negotiate sharp corners and hills until i pant my fat out all along him ( calls himself Simba ya Kajiado, after afew pilsners) holding a stick to scare away the lions just incase they appeared, true mlevi ni wa Mungu!. Finally we reach his hood and am given a room to lay my heavy drunk head on after exchanging some pretentious pleasantries with his pm. This room despite my drunkenness is as cold as it can get in the wilderness, i sleep in full combat which i rarely do for the cold is too much and the single blanket cannot quite help. I snore it away soon comfortably for am assured am safe and my nyees will be intact tomorrow of that day.
Tomorrow we waited for Kevo to arrive for his weekend off until i gave up and left ofcourse with a kaburungo from the shamba to take to the PM who as i realized was very familiar with this couple they even felt they midwifed the relationship and thats why its still surviving that's why i call him 'godfather'. He tells me with the kaburungo of afew sukumas and maize cobs will make the 'msomo' i get from the pm who'd already started to call to know my whereabouts will be minimal. I had told her am with him earlier and the tone on phone had improved, with the surety that i wasn't with another buffalo(thats their only or do we say greatest fear?) for i gave him my phone to tell her that too.
I also wonder what is this urgency that the pm will always call you with to be home whereas there's nothing of importance or its for the missment of the 'magic stick'?/ or unknown fears(read another buffalo). What if you came back without 'the center bolt'? he he! you would be as good as dead!! So i go home later to her welcome more for the luggage i had promised than me, but i see it fit to let her have some share of my savings and i tell her "mama i got afew here and i want to take you dancing!". This after breaking the vow of never going to bar together for we are now parents and should stay with the baby, but now that the aunties are around to stay with her why not and also cover up my mistakes.... After that weekend i must be very loved for the outing i took her two days mfururizo, >>>>> i just got a bamba 20 sambaza now now! ha ha
Monday 15 August 2011
Buffaloes!!
I coin this name referring to persons of out, this i acquired from an old geezer bar friend of mine and sure i guess it has a good reference, talk of the many extended and distended features of anatomy the female creature possesses just as enormous and the drama too. Anyway am just a young man wanting to have fun whenever with not much care and emotions because life is never that serious, no one gets out alive anyway!! I say this because buffaloes have really shown me this past weekend.
Being wakathangos with the money constraints i cannot afford strings attached with any other buffalo except the pm you can guess all the commitment(read money) that is their main driver or what do you take of the many buffaloes hanging out in social joints targeting anyone who'd seem to have the muscle to provide the extras, so if you are the wanjohi that do not mind flouting with money in bar you sure got to get laid. What a weekend it was as eventful as it can get,, being a blackout Friday plus the baby with the aunties, why not do the obvious 'obvious' being there's no other pass-time i know like getting sloshed. so i begin early enough as you know the mututho thing has been such a flop in the hood(metropolis).
Youth men like i really know how to pass time meaninglessly for you'll never lack quorum in the dens. Cup here cups there amid mind boggling giant stories including ,"why didn't the dinosaur enter the ark, did Adam and eve have other sons and daughters, were there sisters, where did the next procreation come from is it that it was a result of incest??"and many more controversial vibes. As adrenaline rush anytime another member enters the high court, i call it so because of the set up, there's a cage where beer is served, seat for the prosecutor (read sina taabu), jury and washtakiwa seat, the witnesses come for a flush down with the judge and leave immediately.ha ha that was a funny setup kind of hallucinious scenario. When a witness comes in through the single door adrenaline rushes for it could be the men in blue ready to make a quick buck.
It goes on for a while till dark with no incidence leave for the random chats, barmaid here there and the 'brown skin' wakathango enjoying the spotlight whenever possible. Soon its time to meet with my tycoon Saiga at Reminisce for some better looking ambience. This after conning the pm some few for security you know you never know with Saiga he can leave anytime and you stranded but this time its not his favourite eastlando. He tells me his pm 's heavy and wants him home you know how some of them are they'll either resent you the owner of 'work' or want you even closer , and the muclimbano is the sweetest then so never deny it, its without consequence for the greater damage is done.(reminiscing good 9 Mons)!
I let him leave after dropping me in town and leave a few at a new joint Salt i guess that look like a hall leave for the few lighting this must be a conference hall when anti-mututho hours are on. Anyway this' where the fun's really at i meet some certain speckle of the club by speckle i don't mean the drop-deadest but the ugliest(i don't find another better word for the real picture), size enormous, Achieng kind, looks not at all but something makes me talk to her i think its the self redeem of esteem, and you know as ever the ugly one's accompanied by another that wonders how the hell i spoke to her friend while she's the model kind yellow yellow but answer so simple her its too 'obvious!
I want to know how this big girl or woman, am not sure is so confident to dance in front of people or the beer is taking toll. I also add her another of her poison to tell me more this time the 'model''s beckoning for her to snob because it can never be true that some one leave for wakathango is hitting on her. Self esteem boosters are thrown here and there most of them fake for its more of beer talking. By then its in the wee hours and many a reveler have gone and the lights are on.
I meet this guy that tells me , "when i grow up i want to be like you!! ha ha, this obvious is a mockery for I've picked the ugliest leave for the many tu yellow yellows and hi skul ones available. He also quips am the guy that can get anyone. In the midst of the wee hour drinkers is 'Davu' a homeboy i haven't seen in a longtime. Emphatic pleasantries are exchanged and we all get together me his friends and my newly acquired ones the ka yellow yellow and the ugly friend who now believes am really serious. We being now the sayers of the city leave for a few elderly looking women in a nearby table (is this the 'empowerment' or its the usual 'wafatari' that don't get lucky because of competition??? i wonder aloud)
We are the only ones left in the bar. Soon the tables are empty and the bouncers want us to leave, We all haggle up our drunken bodies in search of another joint, this i guess is well known by the 'city guyz', you know me leave in another metropolis self contained one that needless take me to the big city aty for a few. fun is well available in the doorstep. Eureka is the place to be for wee hour/morning drinkers like i and 'hinos' that don't get enough and money is still itching them. Here other guyz are also banging on the door and one seems familiar with the proprietor and we are all ushered in . Beer here beer there and soon the drama start to unfold. The 'buffalo' starts to attach feelings and says that I've ditched or dissed her looks i cant quite know which, the yellow yellow starts to say i messed her friend, 'now what is this!!" before long the yellow yellow is holding my color aty to leave her friend.!
Within minutes if i hadn't acted fast i would have suffered major embarrassment (getting beaten) Defense mechanism plus temper rise fast and i swing my powerful right i guess on target but the men are quick in action and all i remember is a badly bruised jacket and condemns later "never hit a woman" from the same guys that would be collected under the table laughing at me if tables had been turned on me. The screaming continues and the buffaloes are escorted out, leave for the small worry from proprietor and i "what if they get the men in blue?"ha ha!
Soon another buffalo emerges i don't know if its to congratulate me for wading off the competition or was just waiting for the opportunity to join the table that seemed to have promising 'tycoons', i remember meeting a Kandindi guy??guess he reads news or something..... ah i don't know, i think i made his prospect yellow yellow leave and he left too before we bonded well(good chance to network lost).
I tell the newcomer buffalo "karibu sana" and next i remember leaving we three and Davu to his hood Zimmer for a continuation of the drinking, i remember being told by the buffalo, "by the way nalipisha c utanilipa?? baas twende!" sounded more like a rhetoric question that i don't know if i bothered answer. Never paid and i don't see why i should ever pay for muclimbano, drinks yes!"
I meet my other brother 'Mr bones' whom we hadn't seen for long too in the same hood, and the many beers he had kept for me wouldn't come at a better time. we hit the localz ( beer is better than this buffalo that seems bonkers too). Drama again after the buffalo swallows a few it starts crying "ooh i want to go to school, ooooh my husband ,oooh my child", now what is this!! we ignore it until it catch matatu and leaves or disappears mysteriously and the drinking continues. Nowadays for the pm is at work even on Saturdays i don't get pestering calls until she gets home in the afternoon to find am not in yet. some threatening thrashes here and there that am used to and i convince am only with Mr bones my neighbour in village that she knows is not a 'very' bad influence. I survive till late until the sleep is more than overwhelming and its time to get back to the metropolis. Rains cats and dogs but all i remember is in some other buffalo's sheets snoring it away till dawn. No more incidence not even muclimbano, no "its never that serious!!"
Being wakathangos with the money constraints i cannot afford strings attached with any other buffalo except the pm you can guess all the commitment(read money) that is their main driver or what do you take of the many buffaloes hanging out in social joints targeting anyone who'd seem to have the muscle to provide the extras, so if you are the wanjohi that do not mind flouting with money in bar you sure got to get laid. What a weekend it was as eventful as it can get,, being a blackout Friday plus the baby with the aunties, why not do the obvious 'obvious' being there's no other pass-time i know like getting sloshed. so i begin early enough as you know the mututho thing has been such a flop in the hood(metropolis).
Youth men like i really know how to pass time meaninglessly for you'll never lack quorum in the dens. Cup here cups there amid mind boggling giant stories including ,"why didn't the dinosaur enter the ark, did Adam and eve have other sons and daughters, were there sisters, where did the next procreation come from is it that it was a result of incest??"and many more controversial vibes. As adrenaline rush anytime another member enters the high court, i call it so because of the set up, there's a cage where beer is served, seat for the prosecutor (read sina taabu), jury and washtakiwa seat, the witnesses come for a flush down with the judge and leave immediately.ha ha that was a funny setup kind of hallucinious scenario. When a witness comes in through the single door adrenaline rushes for it could be the men in blue ready to make a quick buck.
It goes on for a while till dark with no incidence leave for the random chats, barmaid here there and the 'brown skin' wakathango enjoying the spotlight whenever possible. Soon its time to meet with my tycoon Saiga at Reminisce for some better looking ambience. This after conning the pm some few for security you know you never know with Saiga he can leave anytime and you stranded but this time its not his favourite eastlando. He tells me his pm 's heavy and wants him home you know how some of them are they'll either resent you the owner of 'work' or want you even closer , and the muclimbano is the sweetest then so never deny it, its without consequence for the greater damage is done.(reminiscing good 9 Mons)!
I let him leave after dropping me in town and leave a few at a new joint Salt i guess that look like a hall leave for the few lighting this must be a conference hall when anti-mututho hours are on. Anyway this' where the fun's really at i meet some certain speckle of the club by speckle i don't mean the drop-deadest but the ugliest(i don't find another better word for the real picture), size enormous, Achieng kind, looks not at all but something makes me talk to her i think its the self redeem of esteem, and you know as ever the ugly one's accompanied by another that wonders how the hell i spoke to her friend while she's the model kind yellow yellow but answer so simple her its too 'obvious!
I want to know how this big girl or woman, am not sure is so confident to dance in front of people or the beer is taking toll. I also add her another of her poison to tell me more this time the 'model''s beckoning for her to snob because it can never be true that some one leave for wakathango is hitting on her. Self esteem boosters are thrown here and there most of them fake for its more of beer talking. By then its in the wee hours and many a reveler have gone and the lights are on.
I meet this guy that tells me , "when i grow up i want to be like you!! ha ha, this obvious is a mockery for I've picked the ugliest leave for the many tu yellow yellows and hi skul ones available. He also quips am the guy that can get anyone. In the midst of the wee hour drinkers is 'Davu' a homeboy i haven't seen in a longtime. Emphatic pleasantries are exchanged and we all get together me his friends and my newly acquired ones the ka yellow yellow and the ugly friend who now believes am really serious. We being now the sayers of the city leave for a few elderly looking women in a nearby table (is this the 'empowerment' or its the usual 'wafatari' that don't get lucky because of competition??? i wonder aloud)
We are the only ones left in the bar. Soon the tables are empty and the bouncers want us to leave, We all haggle up our drunken bodies in search of another joint, this i guess is well known by the 'city guyz', you know me leave in another metropolis self contained one that needless take me to the big city aty for a few. fun is well available in the doorstep. Eureka is the place to be for wee hour/morning drinkers like i and 'hinos' that don't get enough and money is still itching them. Here other guyz are also banging on the door and one seems familiar with the proprietor and we are all ushered in . Beer here beer there and soon the drama start to unfold. The 'buffalo' starts to attach feelings and says that I've ditched or dissed her looks i cant quite know which, the yellow yellow starts to say i messed her friend, 'now what is this!!" before long the yellow yellow is holding my color aty to leave her friend.!
Within minutes if i hadn't acted fast i would have suffered major embarrassment (getting beaten) Defense mechanism plus temper rise fast and i swing my powerful right i guess on target but the men are quick in action and all i remember is a badly bruised jacket and condemns later "never hit a woman" from the same guys that would be collected under the table laughing at me if tables had been turned on me. The screaming continues and the buffaloes are escorted out, leave for the small worry from proprietor and i "what if they get the men in blue?"ha ha!
Soon another buffalo emerges i don't know if its to congratulate me for wading off the competition or was just waiting for the opportunity to join the table that seemed to have promising 'tycoons', i remember meeting a Kandindi guy??guess he reads news or something..... ah i don't know, i think i made his prospect yellow yellow leave and he left too before we bonded well(good chance to network lost).
I tell the newcomer buffalo "karibu sana" and next i remember leaving we three and Davu to his hood Zimmer for a continuation of the drinking, i remember being told by the buffalo, "by the way nalipisha c utanilipa?? baas twende!" sounded more like a rhetoric question that i don't know if i bothered answer. Never paid and i don't see why i should ever pay for muclimbano, drinks yes!"
I meet my other brother 'Mr bones' whom we hadn't seen for long too in the same hood, and the many beers he had kept for me wouldn't come at a better time. we hit the localz ( beer is better than this buffalo that seems bonkers too). Drama again after the buffalo swallows a few it starts crying "ooh i want to go to school, ooooh my husband ,oooh my child", now what is this!! we ignore it until it catch matatu and leaves or disappears mysteriously and the drinking continues. Nowadays for the pm is at work even on Saturdays i don't get pestering calls until she gets home in the afternoon to find am not in yet. some threatening thrashes here and there that am used to and i convince am only with Mr bones my neighbour in village that she knows is not a 'very' bad influence. I survive till late until the sleep is more than overwhelming and its time to get back to the metropolis. Rains cats and dogs but all i remember is in some other buffalo's sheets snoring it away till dawn. No more incidence not even muclimbano, no "its never that serious!!"
Wednesday 10 August 2011
When money becomes the only thing.
Cut me some slack here,, I have been the stay at home, allowed the pm to be just pm and with the TPS but all am expected to be is the stay at home and loose my life??? no!!refer to the music by a certain genious reggae man, "imagine>>men washing the dishes?, women going to work, tere re reren and ..............and poor fellows like me walking across the stage in a bikini, imagine>> woman president......." sing some more............But today i'll talk more about the money factor.
I can remember at some point in life asking my own mother where the companionship, for greater or for worse, for richer or poor cliches said in weddings go to after, so that in all your complaints about dad its always the money factor?? Or what would you make of, scrolling payslips, showing me the firstborn, and exclaiming,"niwona kiria thoguo aearnaga na no johi, guku tukiria githeri!!?"(you see what your father earns and its only beer here as we eat githeri). Ofcourse this after accessing a certain drawer that she herself must have thought never opens and drawing the slips..
Ofcourse it goes the proverbial, 'like father like son', and yes am not proud of that behaviour and i promise to improve on where my father left with some encouragement , motivation and no putting down for a man can get to whichever level you want him, what i call work in progress. My mum has always taught me its bad, poor picture , to come home with bones for the dog without any meat for the family.
We cannot deny this that our mothers are the greatest pillars of our lives if they want to be, (some i guess just opt the easy way out and fail to provide their children the best in life including fatherly love for they seek divorce in satisfaction of their own selfish gains. What of perseverance that you proclaimed infront of crowds hypocritically, this for those that have been taken 'down the aisle'. No judgemental here but what do you explain of the many a politician women, heads of civil societies, FIDA women that are divorcees, 'singles' in quotes, imagine woman prezy??, Is it that money or status make them or lead them. i tend to feel so because you'll never hear a prezy's wife has ran but another goon's will, goon because you should never loose your manhood no matter. When they get status and the man's pulling it down by maybe being of lesser money or status. Even a woman whose got status via huzy no matter the problems will put up even when she knows there's too much competition(read mpango wa kando), . other than loose her status she better nurse her tears on that expensive pillow. Props to those that do.
This reminds me of some humourous period in this country of ours Kenya that the women federation had suggested a zegz hunger strike on 'their men' in quotes 'their' because some of them are the above named and if they get it is by hiring another goon to satisfy their zegsual needs (tell me one without this i'll show you one that was not created!?). They dont know that we had even more right to visit "sue Maisha" on a regular basis or either the mipangos got a car!!, for they know what buttons to press(women got the influence , men authority), make a man feel like one where pms fail, ego massage, treat him like a king he is and dont put him down for again he can go to the level you want him to get when the patience runs out.
Women on the other hand love the zegz even more and i feel all they need is the 'security' to have it and without interfering with the P.R part of it like they wonna have it anywhere anytime so long as the jonesses or friends wont label her a slut. This obviously is one sided for there're those carefree and go-getters either for money or zegsual needs with the notion, "why keep a cow whereas you can get the milk in the shop?".
This situation i find myself after the pm received her first paycheck. I find myself now become the broke ass but when we were both jobless life was better . Now the status changes moreso the shopping doubles, whereas the rent which by her own will had promised earlier in the beggining of work life she'll take a greater proportion in regarding to the little ration i got spared for rent, only to know better. truelly a woman's motto is ,'My money is mine, yours is ours'. Thats why they'll accept a lowly paying job because they know a man somewhere will take care (kazi kwetu).
Anyway cash will always deminish in mysterious ways but its no problem, it comes and goes but for them its 'the only thing.' The talk too changes becomes, "you see Rahab the secretary? she's so jealous of me because madam now seems to favour me more and suspects i get more." no longer the Nyambura of market and Dorothy who'd become too familiar " have raised the price of tomato and my favourite avocado.. Snoping what other people could be earning, noting the office women rivalry and knowing what camp to be in and other things i doubt can add a coin in one's pocket.
Why do women just want to know?, or its rumour collecting?, I guess more the latter for i have met some that will try put words in your mouth. Anyway as i reiterated earlier on "beneath the sun" post divorce has not been the better option, for the many, for the chidren suffer and for those driven by third parties even worse. The grass being greener means you got to mow it too! (na utapata hufuliwi ngotha huko!)
I can remember at some point in life asking my own mother where the companionship, for greater or for worse, for richer or poor cliches said in weddings go to after, so that in all your complaints about dad its always the money factor?? Or what would you make of, scrolling payslips, showing me the firstborn, and exclaiming,"niwona kiria thoguo aearnaga na no johi, guku tukiria githeri!!?"(you see what your father earns and its only beer here as we eat githeri). Ofcourse this after accessing a certain drawer that she herself must have thought never opens and drawing the slips..
Ofcourse it goes the proverbial, 'like father like son', and yes am not proud of that behaviour and i promise to improve on where my father left with some encouragement , motivation and no putting down for a man can get to whichever level you want him, what i call work in progress. My mum has always taught me its bad, poor picture , to come home with bones for the dog without any meat for the family.
We cannot deny this that our mothers are the greatest pillars of our lives if they want to be, (some i guess just opt the easy way out and fail to provide their children the best in life including fatherly love for they seek divorce in satisfaction of their own selfish gains. What of perseverance that you proclaimed infront of crowds hypocritically, this for those that have been taken 'down the aisle'. No judgemental here but what do you explain of the many a politician women, heads of civil societies, FIDA women that are divorcees, 'singles' in quotes, imagine woman prezy??, Is it that money or status make them or lead them. i tend to feel so because you'll never hear a prezy's wife has ran but another goon's will, goon because you should never loose your manhood no matter. When they get status and the man's pulling it down by maybe being of lesser money or status. Even a woman whose got status via huzy no matter the problems will put up even when she knows there's too much competition(read mpango wa kando), . other than loose her status she better nurse her tears on that expensive pillow. Props to those that do.
This reminds me of some humourous period in this country of ours Kenya that the women federation had suggested a zegz hunger strike on 'their men' in quotes 'their' because some of them are the above named and if they get it is by hiring another goon to satisfy their zegsual needs (tell me one without this i'll show you one that was not created!?). They dont know that we had even more right to visit "sue Maisha" on a regular basis or either the mipangos got a car!!, for they know what buttons to press(women got the influence , men authority), make a man feel like one where pms fail, ego massage, treat him like a king he is and dont put him down for again he can go to the level you want him to get when the patience runs out.
Women on the other hand love the zegz even more and i feel all they need is the 'security' to have it and without interfering with the P.R part of it like they wonna have it anywhere anytime so long as the jonesses or friends wont label her a slut. This obviously is one sided for there're those carefree and go-getters either for money or zegsual needs with the notion, "why keep a cow whereas you can get the milk in the shop?".
This situation i find myself after the pm received her first paycheck. I find myself now become the broke ass but when we were both jobless life was better . Now the status changes moreso the shopping doubles, whereas the rent which by her own will had promised earlier in the beggining of work life she'll take a greater proportion in regarding to the little ration i got spared for rent, only to know better. truelly a woman's motto is ,'My money is mine, yours is ours'. Thats why they'll accept a lowly paying job because they know a man somewhere will take care (kazi kwetu).
Anyway cash will always deminish in mysterious ways but its no problem, it comes and goes but for them its 'the only thing.' The talk too changes becomes, "you see Rahab the secretary? she's so jealous of me because madam now seems to favour me more and suspects i get more." no longer the Nyambura of market and Dorothy who'd become too familiar " have raised the price of tomato and my favourite avocado.. Snoping what other people could be earning, noting the office women rivalry and knowing what camp to be in and other things i doubt can add a coin in one's pocket.
Why do women just want to know?, or its rumour collecting?, I guess more the latter for i have met some that will try put words in your mouth. Anyway as i reiterated earlier on "beneath the sun" post divorce has not been the better option, for the many, for the chidren suffer and for those driven by third parties even worse. The grass being greener means you got to mow it too! (na utapata hufuliwi ngotha huko!)
Wednesday 3 August 2011
The episodes of a drinker
When you are an 'occasional' drinker like i, occasional in quote being considering the stay at home cannot be a DDO (Daily Drinking Officer) for the money constraints. How do you afford to be one and unga price is KSh 152?! me wonder, but anyway i know some can afford it by the nature of their work. What of that guy in a government office who's paid a bribe of 2000/= for every certificate or so that he puts a signature on. This is so out of his monthly income and the service is supposed to be free for Kenyans but being the cultural practice of many being either in government sector or private, its the norm. The private can be heard crying out loud at times of how corruption is in the government but they themselves are just a replica, talk of money changing hands for employment or if not, your body is the substitute, to gain tenders from the same government, money changes hands to gain an edge of competition and many other forms you can name, but we are trying, arent we?/
I cannot be any exception because in many an instance we have seen this take place under our noses but turn a blind eye, in instances its our own folks that have done it on our behalf and we know it, talk of going to get an identity card , admission to a school, criminal cover up and such. So a great party can maybe shorttermly afford the lifestyle of the rich, for sure it is shortterm for the easy come easily goes.
Now onto the occasional episodes of a drunk, by the way no episode is bigger than another for they always compliment each other, camouflage or overshadow a previous. I dont know whether to start with a current one or the major major that i can recall some i dont feel so proud of but can just be said by wakathangos.
It was during campus days when, remember Chris of "how it all began" post? chris was this campus roommate whom was and is still my boy, on one of such drinking days we got to go uptown on a Saturday and unlock there for the previous day we had done too much of local and were not lucky either of different persons of out and infact his pm then and mine now had spoilt the party and appeared only to want to spend the night indoors.
By saturday afternoon he had managed to convince his to go home or more by the fact that she lived home whereas mine who stayed in a nearby "nun" hostel that has been known to produce people of out that are of the contrary, i guess this is where Wanjohi used to bring chicken in exchange of "muclimbano"?. I had always caused issues with the pm if she continues to live there and get influenced by many a girls, she can as well forget me. I tell its like a girls high school, even now as i came to learn over the weekend. In that hostel its not a wonder that trappers of sabina joy and Koinange and the like cum students live there, we actually witnessed this on one boyz night escapade episode with Chris Timo and others.
So for my "hate" in quotes of the lets call it "nuns hub" and also for the pm's idea of 'kuniweka bumpa' for she's intelligent enough or was experienced enough to know what takes place in a boys night out might leave her in the cold as you'll discover that she had just as much right to keep me bampa. On this day she refused to go back to 'nuns hub' and said she has to come along, ofcourse reminded me that the last time i left her in our crib (me and chris) i came back all swollen and wasted ,In the name of making sure i'd be safe on this particular night , (probably also another episode i should narrate). so she made sure she had Chris on her side, to accompany us.
Why and how pms do this?, they'll in most instances want to be close to your best buddy and if they succeed to be you are more likely to feel insecure about this, secrets are and do get exposed. In other instances it ends up into 'something' between the two in many a relationships. The pm will want to be getting updates on what you did when she was not around(evem before you knew her), and you know we all have a character trait of verbal diarrhoeaing no matter how we deny. So a boy's girlfriend will pretensiously befriend you to get to know the boyfriend better, but in most instances dudes have taken the opportunity and confused the girl and lay her in claim that thats what her boyfriend does when they go out or when she's not there, like one was told,"achana na huyo ako juu ya mwingine sai, so lets tit for tat".
In other instances it has worked and thats how many a persons of out end up being a cycle girlfriend from one friend to another. Back to the episode , i gave in and said why not, we could go if at all she 'll ensure that a supply of some of my beers will come from her. We hit town small small, later It was in this "psyz' of promiscuity that i met "the guru" this is another character that has no respect of people of out in bars and he knows they are there for free beer and a lay by other men whether they are married like him or accompanied he can do anything to snatch your yellow yellow, he'll even start stories of how you had an orgy together and make your person uncomfortable or mad and later approach.
So in this psyz i tell you is where promiscous person like guru like to meet the equally good persons of out. We sat in a round table Chris Guru and the pm and nearby sat a group of three persons whom one had a tremendous behind that kept me salivating. say it more driven by my two hungry companions(read peer). Chris was already venturing elsewhere, that would later land him in troubles. actually he had approached a person but later saw another that looked like sun and ditched the previous. On seeing this the other removed her shoe and went to where he was borrowing in a corner and with the heel attacked him shouting," huyu ndiye umeona mzuri kunishinda??eeeh/!"this left him with a swollen node on his armpit as he was blocking the blows.
Truelly whomever named that joint psyz must have known alot of psychoz will frequent there too. on top of not lacking someone to close you 'll not lack an incidence of the sort either of yellow yellow snatching, i say yellow yellow because in most instances they are the dumbest and causes of such. In the meantime as the beer which the pm kept constant supply as agreed took toll and also punishment for dragging herself along on a boyz out, i was getting lessons from the guru. Actually i had met this guy at our local campus joint where he was a frequenter to rokota campus girls and take them to his hood and marital bed. He had chased the wife and kids inorder to have a better escapade and not use money for lodging.
As always he was looking for his takeaway and definately peer pressure was taking toll on me. the person with the great thutha was obviously aware of my eye watching and was doing it so seductively nearby. With my beer and the devil within i approached quite clear of the presence of the pm, but why is it that when you are accompanied you'll see others that look more better than who you are with and are too willing but when alone you will definately get a shrug or a snob here and there from whomever you are targeting.
The pm was previously used to this behaviour and no cause of alarm for being a good dancer i always liked the challenge of a better dancer on the floor and would always go for a contest with the person of out, but mostly it was accompanied by muclimbano thought but pm took it innocent and so it was on many an occasion that we had gone out dancing apart from this. This is an exercise that after becoming the official pm has since stopped, for now i know better 'they never forget your behaviour in bars' and that's why she'll cause issues whenever you sleep out for she 'll definately know you were with 'the competition'. This' what i alluded earlier in 'beneath the sun' post, that when you court someone for a long time that you intend to get serious with you give her room for insecurities in the future by your previous behaviour, so its better to avoid for again they never forget.
The bonding grew with the person and we kissed small small maybe small because the pm now came and pulled me away. I pretended we were actually leaving and i was only pecking the person goodbye and so we went out of the club. On reaching out i remembered what i was leaving behind to be with the 'unlimited' and ofcourse she was already too willing by the manner of mumumunyo i received, i pretended i was going back for my forgoten jacket to which pm was holding and went back and kissed some more, this time i got a violent pull again and the beer dissolved and i knew trouble i hadn't bargained for will arise. By this time things were happening very fast and Chris from his ordeal and guru too was not getting lucky either we decide to leave to another venue. I left my person of thutha with number, to 'fight ' another day.
i guess i'll dedicate a post to respond to queries i often get like," Are you sure you did not accidentally find yourself in that domestic relationship?" I only respond, "we are from far!". I'll tell you of how i convinced her to leave 'nuns hub' after that and move in not necessarily illegal immigration. But this most motivated by the unlimited accessibility for many a times while drunk i'd call her to leave nuns hub very late at night to join me whenever i was not 'lucky' to which was impossible. Last weekend i was at a neighbour's house for another drink episode and i ended up sleeping on the sofa all night only to be awoken in the mornng by calls, i get my stuff and move to where i had found greener pasture. My first thought was, i wish i'd slept on someone rather than the sofa so that the insinuation would be for a course?!! I chose to tell more on the 'psyz' episode for it has been the haunting of the insecurities the pm habors. keep here for more.
I cannot be any exception because in many an instance we have seen this take place under our noses but turn a blind eye, in instances its our own folks that have done it on our behalf and we know it, talk of going to get an identity card , admission to a school, criminal cover up and such. So a great party can maybe shorttermly afford the lifestyle of the rich, for sure it is shortterm for the easy come easily goes.
Now onto the occasional episodes of a drunk, by the way no episode is bigger than another for they always compliment each other, camouflage or overshadow a previous. I dont know whether to start with a current one or the major major that i can recall some i dont feel so proud of but can just be said by wakathangos.
It was during campus days when, remember Chris of "how it all began" post? chris was this campus roommate whom was and is still my boy, on one of such drinking days we got to go uptown on a Saturday and unlock there for the previous day we had done too much of local and were not lucky either of different persons of out and infact his pm then and mine now had spoilt the party and appeared only to want to spend the night indoors.
By saturday afternoon he had managed to convince his to go home or more by the fact that she lived home whereas mine who stayed in a nearby "nun" hostel that has been known to produce people of out that are of the contrary, i guess this is where Wanjohi used to bring chicken in exchange of "muclimbano"?. I had always caused issues with the pm if she continues to live there and get influenced by many a girls, she can as well forget me. I tell its like a girls high school, even now as i came to learn over the weekend. In that hostel its not a wonder that trappers of sabina joy and Koinange and the like cum students live there, we actually witnessed this on one boyz night escapade episode with Chris Timo and others.
So for my "hate" in quotes of the lets call it "nuns hub" and also for the pm's idea of 'kuniweka bumpa' for she's intelligent enough or was experienced enough to know what takes place in a boys night out might leave her in the cold as you'll discover that she had just as much right to keep me bampa. On this day she refused to go back to 'nuns hub' and said she has to come along, ofcourse reminded me that the last time i left her in our crib (me and chris) i came back all swollen and wasted ,In the name of making sure i'd be safe on this particular night , (probably also another episode i should narrate). so she made sure she had Chris on her side, to accompany us.
Why and how pms do this?, they'll in most instances want to be close to your best buddy and if they succeed to be you are more likely to feel insecure about this, secrets are and do get exposed. In other instances it ends up into 'something' between the two in many a relationships. The pm will want to be getting updates on what you did when she was not around(evem before you knew her), and you know we all have a character trait of verbal diarrhoeaing no matter how we deny. So a boy's girlfriend will pretensiously befriend you to get to know the boyfriend better, but in most instances dudes have taken the opportunity and confused the girl and lay her in claim that thats what her boyfriend does when they go out or when she's not there, like one was told,"achana na huyo ako juu ya mwingine sai, so lets tit for tat".
In other instances it has worked and thats how many a persons of out end up being a cycle girlfriend from one friend to another. Back to the episode , i gave in and said why not, we could go if at all she 'll ensure that a supply of some of my beers will come from her. We hit town small small, later It was in this "psyz' of promiscuity that i met "the guru" this is another character that has no respect of people of out in bars and he knows they are there for free beer and a lay by other men whether they are married like him or accompanied he can do anything to snatch your yellow yellow, he'll even start stories of how you had an orgy together and make your person uncomfortable or mad and later approach.
So in this psyz i tell you is where promiscous person like guru like to meet the equally good persons of out. We sat in a round table Chris Guru and the pm and nearby sat a group of three persons whom one had a tremendous behind that kept me salivating. say it more driven by my two hungry companions(read peer). Chris was already venturing elsewhere, that would later land him in troubles. actually he had approached a person but later saw another that looked like sun and ditched the previous. On seeing this the other removed her shoe and went to where he was borrowing in a corner and with the heel attacked him shouting," huyu ndiye umeona mzuri kunishinda??eeeh/!"this left him with a swollen node on his armpit as he was blocking the blows.
Truelly whomever named that joint psyz must have known alot of psychoz will frequent there too. on top of not lacking someone to close you 'll not lack an incidence of the sort either of yellow yellow snatching, i say yellow yellow because in most instances they are the dumbest and causes of such. In the meantime as the beer which the pm kept constant supply as agreed took toll and also punishment for dragging herself along on a boyz out, i was getting lessons from the guru. Actually i had met this guy at our local campus joint where he was a frequenter to rokota campus girls and take them to his hood and marital bed. He had chased the wife and kids inorder to have a better escapade and not use money for lodging.
As always he was looking for his takeaway and definately peer pressure was taking toll on me. the person with the great thutha was obviously aware of my eye watching and was doing it so seductively nearby. With my beer and the devil within i approached quite clear of the presence of the pm, but why is it that when you are accompanied you'll see others that look more better than who you are with and are too willing but when alone you will definately get a shrug or a snob here and there from whomever you are targeting.
The pm was previously used to this behaviour and no cause of alarm for being a good dancer i always liked the challenge of a better dancer on the floor and would always go for a contest with the person of out, but mostly it was accompanied by muclimbano thought but pm took it innocent and so it was on many an occasion that we had gone out dancing apart from this. This is an exercise that after becoming the official pm has since stopped, for now i know better 'they never forget your behaviour in bars' and that's why she'll cause issues whenever you sleep out for she 'll definately know you were with 'the competition'. This' what i alluded earlier in 'beneath the sun' post, that when you court someone for a long time that you intend to get serious with you give her room for insecurities in the future by your previous behaviour, so its better to avoid for again they never forget.
The bonding grew with the person and we kissed small small maybe small because the pm now came and pulled me away. I pretended we were actually leaving and i was only pecking the person goodbye and so we went out of the club. On reaching out i remembered what i was leaving behind to be with the 'unlimited' and ofcourse she was already too willing by the manner of mumumunyo i received, i pretended i was going back for my forgoten jacket to which pm was holding and went back and kissed some more, this time i got a violent pull again and the beer dissolved and i knew trouble i hadn't bargained for will arise. By this time things were happening very fast and Chris from his ordeal and guru too was not getting lucky either we decide to leave to another venue. I left my person of thutha with number, to 'fight ' another day.
i guess i'll dedicate a post to respond to queries i often get like," Are you sure you did not accidentally find yourself in that domestic relationship?" I only respond, "we are from far!". I'll tell you of how i convinced her to leave 'nuns hub' after that and move in not necessarily illegal immigration. But this most motivated by the unlimited accessibility for many a times while drunk i'd call her to leave nuns hub very late at night to join me whenever i was not 'lucky' to which was impossible. Last weekend i was at a neighbour's house for another drink episode and i ended up sleeping on the sofa all night only to be awoken in the mornng by calls, i get my stuff and move to where i had found greener pasture. My first thought was, i wish i'd slept on someone rather than the sofa so that the insinuation would be for a course?!! I chose to tell more on the 'psyz' episode for it has been the haunting of the insecurities the pm habors. keep here for more.
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