Ranting, Blurting, Blubberring

The Chase

2013-06-15T00:23:00.001-07:00

With this up in most of my nerves, and you all over the rest of the unoccupied ones, I can’t think straight.

All I see is a blur, but the fuzzy image still makes a face of you.

You are smiling, however with a sneer face I haven’t seen before.

Know me? Yes you do. Yet I’m still less than half way through getting to understand you.

Who are you? How do you get this far with me on the other end I have barely moved?

It was supposed to be a race, but you won unfairly. You didn’t wait for the ‘set off’!

And all am left with is chase, coz that’s all I can do in this race, not minding to be second.

Am damned but what the heck!

I want you, I will chase. Hoping to catch!!

Can't Get Enough

2013-05-18T09:24:00.001-07:00

Nothing else matters. Nothing does but love.

And you make it all worth the while.

The smallest things, the ones no one realizes until they stand to lose them

Those are the defining points of Us and I want to cherish them

Like the way you stare, that look in your eyes

How you sleep, innocently at ease, your expression

The tiny bits of life like how you talk, the movement of your lips.

The way you cook, that unique flavor in your recipe

The sound of your laughter that I just cant live without.

And even when you are mad, there is still something about you

When You Came Along

2013-05-05T11:27:00.001-07:00

You made it easier, I don’t know if you noticed.

I never said it then, and am still not sure I would.

At first I was retracted and pulled away and nearly turned you down.

But later I realized that you were what I needed, and it worked.

Was going through a hard time and I needed help

Then you came along and made it all simple.

A distraction you were, but a good one at that.

And when you left, regardless of the reason, I was a healed man.

This time I neither moaned the past nor your departure.

I was whole.

Am still not sure I would be up and free, mended and Okay without you.

Until am Ready

2013-03-15T12:21:00.001-07:00

Since its up to me, I can make a decision and keep to it.

Of course many will say "I have to" and "it's just part of life and existence". But I refuse to concur.

Ask me about it, and I will answer, without hesitation or second thoughts.

"I don’t want to bring kids into this world if I am not sure they are gong to be OK."

I have had my share of life, and even if I am not an expert, or Ninety for that matter, I am pretty made up on that.

Am happy with what I am right now. I could waste my self to tartters, sleep in a ditch if it came to that and live the way I want. But I cant imagine doing these things with tiny little mouths belonging to cute little innocent beings I just helped bring into this earth waiting dry and open.

For all it's worth, I believe in planning and am not blaming anyone for a child who is suffering now. But its obvious that with a little more humanity and common sense it is not fair to them(kids).

To cut a long 'rant' short, "OK" to me just means that I can feed, dress, educate and provide fully for any seed of my loin and I just want to be sure of that before bringing them here.

I would rather my kids to have what I never had, and this doesnt mean I wasnt planed for. It's just what every one lives to see happen and if you understand you will agree.

Let’s just be

2012-12-30T10:30:00.000-08:00

I could say

"I am sorry I cant bring myself to that.

I am trying but I cant.

You mean a lot to me for us to just do that.

Or... I need a friend…

You know, someone I can tell my shit and yet still hang around long enough to hear the end of it.”

Yet I hate that!

It hurts.

I hate it.

Hate how I feel like am torturing you to get there.

But I still believe that if you are sharp enough and you know that ‘us’, in reality, can’t be!!

We just cant, but we can be other things. Things others can only envy.

We have been there, done that.

Please don’t let this new fact ruin things!

Just let us be what we can handle and tolerate to be, without messing the awesome stuff we already have.

Let’s just be BFF’s… coz we both like it that way, and the other things we feel… we can suppress, without ruining things.

Let's just be.

forget it happened

2012-12-30T01:32:00.001-08:00

Just try and blend back-in, like nothing ever happened.

I will forget your name and erase you memories like you never existed.

By the way, we knew each other’s names from the start,so no one broke the ‘no names’ rule.

It was good when it was happening… we all agree to that.

Yet this wasn’t meant to happen in the first place, a part we all want to assume.

we were lying, blowing some smoke and never wanting to meet friends or family.

why? Oh, I forgot, we had common friends, and maybe some of those we cared about too.

Now they are closer and we don’t want to ruin the fun.

Just think of it as a one night stand with no strings attached and fake names…

and if you cant, Blame It On The Liquor, all that time we did it, sober or not.

Free Pass. You think??

2012-12-07T20:30:00.000-08:00

“Then I want an open relationship. You know, give me a free pass!”

That statement hung in the air for long. So long, I thought she hadn’t heard me.

Then again she was sitting right across me all this time and I could tell her brain was churning options at a rate my 2GB RAM Pc on the desk could only envy.

For a moment I regretted letting those words out, but she pushed me here and I just blurted!

After what seemed like forever, she lifted her head and looked at me dead in the eye.

Then took a long sip of her dry vodka from a glass, which she held all this time and at some point had pictured breaking on my face.

She swallowed hard, without a wink or wince. Then she let out a sigh and I knew what was coming up…

“Midnight”, she said. “Be home by midnight.

Never bring her here, don’t ever dream of having her on our bed.

Not a mention of me, not to her.”

Another sip and I swear this time I saw some pain in her eyes as she swallowed. Only I couldn’t tell if it was the burning of the vodka or the emotion she felt.

“And don’t even think of leaving me, am never signing the divorce papers.

we are never ever going to separate and you are never going anywhere.

And talking of walking away, I should add, No children if not with me!”

pause…

“So, do you want to run? Ok run.

But I swear I will track the end of the world and drag you by your nuts back home.”

then she stood and walked gracefully to the bedroom and I was left half-awed half-lost in what I just heard.

I just had me an indefinite Hall Pass !!

blame game

2012-12-07T03:59:00.000-08:00

I’d rather always argue with you than be with anybody else.

You call me motherf**ker, and I call you bitch.

We shout out loud at each other and end up crying.

Pointing fingers and fists at each other.

Say you hate me, and I say, ‘I hate you more’.

why did I even think you loved me, why would you, ‘love a loser like me’, you ask?

on and on we go….

until we cant do this anymore.

We end up embracing and making passionate love, over and over.

In the end; It’s better to be miserable with you than happy with anyone else.

You were always worth this, and still are.

IT JUST HAPPENED

2012-11-10T06:51:00.000-08:00

When you first crossed my path, and thereafter, you just kept trespassing.

Happens every time you cross my mind.

When am alone and then I realize you are there with me either way.

Question; If you were me, would you know when it happened??

All I know is, I want this to keep happening.

So,

Whenever I wake up next to you, with no make up on and am baffled by your fineness.

Whenever I feel cheated, my heart stolen, but I would gladly still give it away for free.

Whenever I picture our babies; looks, brains and valor all in one.

I won’t let go!

Am lost in this jungle, and am not even trying to find my way home.

If you don’t let me go, we’ll live a day at a time.

Let’s find Nemo together, and make something out of our journey.

No ‘what ifs’ babe, just let the stars guide our way.

Used to be a cautious man, but now I go with the wind if that’s the same way it blows you..

After all that…

2012-11-08T06:17:00.000-08:00

I hope you got over it and fell out of love.

Hope you forgot about us and you are happy, maybe even happier.

Am I? No, am not.

Why? I don’t know.

It’s just that it’s confusing to wake up everyday not sure whether you were supposed to be.

Drives me insane thinking of whether I will be alright.

Depresses to be afraid to love, incase it hurt again.

What am saying is that, Of all I have met, you have been the most difficult to get over.

And I wont let anyone dare stand where you stood, because am a wreck now.

Windows Live Writer

2012-11-07T03:16:00.001-08:00

Taken some time off to Blog about this awesome feature that has been with us for a while now but it’s all new to me. It is one of the Windows Essentials, among them; Mail, Family Safety, Writer, Messenger Companion, Outlook Connector Pack, Bing. It is the Windows Live Writer.

In my own opinion, this is one helluva great aid for blogger (name your blog, and it is supported) that allows one to write/type their blog-posts offline and save them as drafts or upload them.

Talk of convenience in blogging and you will be talking about Windows Live Writer.

I can keep telling you things about this program but am new to it and honestly this is my first post from Writer.

Go to Windows page and read more, then download, install and blog away!!

#awesome

Vertically-Challenged or Taller?

2012-10-31T02:45:00.003-07:00

Short is good.

It may not be in many circumstances, like, No one likes a short dick, and, short-as in height- makes you the joke of the crowd. Short gets you nick-named pygmy and midget. But short is good in this particular case.

I have come to conclude that I love me a short chic.

I don’t know why I always end up with a vertically-challenged girlfriend even when I admire taller ones... Maybe coz at some level, a girl who is hovering all over you, tall, is actually intimidating.(oops!!)

How did I get to start the short thing?

Am not that tall, and not in the short league either, and I prefer someone of my size, but shorter always takes the day. I guess it’s inbuilt. I mean, For crisis sake, even ladies love tall, dark and handsome men. I fit the TALL description if she is shorter than me, don't I?

That aside, I realized something the other day when I was chilling with my friends and then a short well-endowed lady passed by. Well, I am not a racist and I have nothing against the fairer (~~white~~) race. But I just think that they aren’t as endowed as our original dark belles and the only advantage that have against them is the fairness and the courage to expose some areas we term ‘private’.

Anyways, this vertically-challenged fair skinned lady, ~~she was actually white~~, happened to be 'endowed' and she actually got me staring.

For a moment I was lost in thought and it took a lot of courage and resilience to not hit or comment on her.

As if that wasn’t enough I noted, to my surprise, that my boys, most of whom we share an opinion on the fairer race were nodding approvingly… that was something now, wasn’t it??

So, I learned then that short is good, if;

-          It came with goodies.

-          It came in a flier wrapper

-          It came well dressed and carried itself with grace

-          It got other boys ogling

Short, fly and beautiful, is amazing! Guess I am still stuck on this flavor.

You're Not. But...

2012-09-11T00:00:00.000-07:00

I look at you and forget to blink

I hate to miss the tiny bits I see in there

Inside you is a soul I admire

On the outside, well, it's just a wrapper.

Yet who said the wrapping isn’t meant to be catchy?

A yellow wrapper or yours; who cares?

They end up ripped, and the content says it all

You yanked me in and made me never want to choose

I want you, what do I have to do?

Will you a chance give me?

Why you? A reply I have neither

Yet without you am just but a miserable dude.

One Million More

2012-09-09T02:38:00.002-07:00

I ask for one more night.

For I don’t know if I can be without you

Then I cross my heart and hope I die.

Not tonight though, tomorrow I may die.

Yet you don’t resist, accepting with no rules.

Like you forgot you had asked to leave, for good, that is.

You hold me close and make me wish I die here and now.

Not tonight though, tomorrow maybe.

Sun shines through the window, a new day announcing.

You are still by my side am not dead and I miss you already.

I had my wish and have to let you go, but I can't.

Give me tonight, tomorrow you may go.

It happened again today, just like yesterday

And the day before that, and the other one too

I asked for one more and when it was over, another.

Give me a million more; I don’t want you to go.

In My Wildest Dreams

2012-06-20T01:10:00.000-07:00

Am shy, usually. But not today.

I hide, often do, from you and them like you.

You are pretty, truly are and there is none prettier I've seen.

But I never said it. No. How could I?

You intimidate me. You did, until now.

Then, why now?

Well, am 'Dutch Courageous', thanks to these cocktails.

Gawd! I wanna do 'things' with you.

Guess I cant because its a case of 'types'.

Hypothetically, Can I be yours? I mean, 'Can I be your type?'.

No. You don't have to answer that.

I would rather hang onto that...

What?

That little hope I have. That maybe.

Maybe you dream of me, even in your nightmares!

I keep hoping that I make part, any part, of your life.

In my wildest dreams, huh?

I know!

You Taught Me This

2012-06-06T02:03:00.001-07:00

Am standing at the ledge, bare feet, toes dangling helplessly at the edge. There is a cold breeze, its pitch dark. But I don't care.

A three-quarter empty bottle of vodka in my hands is a reminder that at this state, I could do anything or anyone for that matter. I don't really care, I could touch the sky!

"Where the F* are you?

Who are you with?

What are you doing?

Do you even love him?

Do you call him babe and all those names you used to call me?"

I swear the ground, 5 floors down there, I can touch. I bet my cheesy ones, the ones you used to love playing with, that I just saw an ant and I want to stamp on it, end its life, and maybe in the process I could also end mine...

Shit!

Wtf am I doing? Where am I?

I stumble back and sit my ass on that cold concrete floor. I cant believe I was just about to... I cant even say the word!

A quarter full bottle of my poison in hand, the world swirling around me, things start to make sense.

It crosses my mind that it doesn't matter whether you left then or leave me now. It doesn't even matter if you stayed. Because life goes on and at that particular second, the world was spinning, the earth kept revolving and, tik-tok, tik-tok, some thing somewhere was happening.

A baby was being born, while another was dying.

One mother was ecstatic with joy, while another was hysterically in tears.

Someone was dying, and someone else got a new lease of life with his organs.

Someone was at the height of orgasm while another, maybe a virgin, was being raped.

A fetus was being aborted while another just survived a miscarriage.

Someone was getting their fairy-tale wedding, someone else was in the mess of a bad divorce!

One state was wedging war while another just found peace...

and here I was trying to jump off the ledge to oblivion while someone somewhere needed me and they would be miserable without me.

I love you now more that I ever did before because you showed me life, living and death.

Its not living if you have never thought of or feared death!

And you wonder why we are dying to live when we are actually living to die!

#INSPIRED

For S. The Words I Never Said

2012-06-05T00:20:00.001-07:00

For S, Cos I never told you.

I wrote this soon as you walked out that door.

I could see it in your eyes that you ~~wanted me~~, needed me, but was too numb to react.

Maybe a hug would do.

Maybe a kiss would have been better.

But I let you go cos I just didn't know what to do. Or I knew and just didn't want to complicate things further.

Said you called him my name. Not once. Twice! And he burst out with anger at you.

And all you thought and was thinking about all that time, as he rumbled on and on about what you had together, was me! So, subconsciously, you ran to me.

But what did I do? Nothing! Nope, that would not be the answer here.

You sat across me, I looked into your eyes all this time and all I saw was uncertainty.

You felt for him. Maybe you felt the same way for me, or even more, but you did not want to lose him. Not now. At least not this way... you did not say that, but I read your mind and it made sense to me.

And so I watched in pain, and waited. I should have been happy to hear that 'you called him my name' cos deep inside I had won a fight. But I had no pride and was me all the time, just very confused and waiting on, for what? I dont know either. But I waited and will still wait.

Maybe you will sort your mess, I pray you do. That's because am happy when you are, with or without me. But I owe you one more confession...

I have fallen so deep for you since I met you.

I kept falling even deeper every time I saw, thought or talked to you.

And I don't know why, but...

Maybe its the way you smile,

maybe its your style,

or maybe its the silly things about you; like the way you insist on hearing the end of every story and never wanting suspenses.

Or Maybe I just love you, and I like it and I should hate me for that!

Anyway, am an open book now. I was once bitten and now am twice as shy.

I let my guard down, let someone have their way with my heart and my feelings and-then they shattered me.

Am picking up the broken pieces and wouldn't want you to be involved. Not you, Cos this is a bloody one and I don't know when or how I will get out and if ever I will be me again.

That said, I don't want to be selfish and make you wait. More so, I wouldn't want to get into a deal where you will probably give me your whole and I will only offer pieces.

I would rather not tie you down to me,

you don't want someone like me in your life right now.

Time will heal the wounds, that I know.

The big question is how far you will have gone by then.

PS; if you never set foot in my place again, I would totally understand and wouldn't hold it against you.

I had my chances, and circumstances wouldn't let me do the right thing.

Maybe it was my pride, or I was just too afraid of getting hurt again, because;

These wounds are a constant reminder that the last fight was not that long ago.

Signed; Coward in love

SHATTERED

2012-04-27T04:01:00.002-07:00

Feel like a ghost. Going thru everything and not feeling shit about it.
Am mummified. You left me in tartars am trying to saw them up but all I get is needle pricks and am tired.
Heart's shattered into so many pieces, pickin em up just gets me bleeding.
And they say love is real, maybe we just didnt do it right. I say its too real it kills.

What happened to us? what was us? what would become of us?
Oh, excuse me, now I get it. There was never us, it was an illusion all this while and I stuck on it too tight now am deluded.
I hate me, I hate my guts, I hate my weaknesses and the falling game. A game? Yes, a game, coz that's what it all was at last.
You get in, you get the wheels turning and then you jump out and leave the wheels turning, aimlessly now am plunged. deep in the ocean and you always knew my weakness for swimming.

I'm going off, don't try stopping me
I'm going off, don't try saving
No flares, no vest, and no fear
Waves are washing me (out)

you got me singing to Frank oceans lyrics like they are hymns.

I still fall deep into that land, fantasy is what I call it now.
I cant stop thinking dirty, its the only clean image of you I have now.

ANGER
I pour it onto this one like I did onto the other, two days ago, and have been pouring thrice every week since you bolted and I feel nothing.
I see you. Their cries muffled by your moan and their expressions and begs to stop shadowed by that look on your face when we were... biting your lower lip with teary eyes, sweaty face, your body flowing with the rhythm.
Am I too vivid? Is that shady and getting you edgy? You dont have to worry coz after thAt they dont even say bye. Am usually wasted and guilty and they so used and tormented. they walk-run off never to be seen again, and then its just you(in my head) and me again and I dont think I can take this anymore.

#GetOutaMyHead

Hush... We're done here!

2012-04-16T03:32:00.000-07:00

“Scratch that...

Nobody said you were, 'what was it again?', Oh yes, 'a pathetic example of a human.' Thats what you want me to say, right?

But honestly speaking, looking at things clearly and not bringing ego, pride, macho-ism or pretence to this, do you think you are a good example?

You suck! Let the truth be told. You stink of fakeness, you lie for a living and sometimes you breath peoples air just for the fun of it.

You are pathetic, thats true! Oh, of course you did not want me to say that. You thought that you would come to me and get me on your side, provide a shoulder and let you shed the crocodile tears on my nice shirt. Heck no! Go drown in your tears and hate me now, tomorrow and the days to come.

You don't deserve pity, you need to learn and learn the hard way that some times when people let you step on their toes for so long, they one day get pissed, employ their animal instincts and not only step on your toes but also smear shit on you.

Well, there you go now. The shit just hit the fan and its you turn to feel the pinch, Oh, and smell the stink too!"

#LOL

CAN BAD GET ANY WORSE?

2011-11-17T00:32:00.001-08:00

So am trying to defend why am always 'high' (as my friends put it) since I moved into this new room.

First thing you need to know is that this new room is ~~freakin~~ cold. It literally freezes in here, something weird coz it seems to happen only in this particular spot in this tropic nation for reasons still obscure to me.

I have been thinking it may be because the room is at the end of the corridor and with no insulation(read adjacent rooms) on three of its four walls.

Anyway, cold rooms are meant to keep things refrigerated for quite some time but the exact opposite takes place here. As much as its cold, its not serving its preservative role satisfactorily, and foods and drinks keep going from fresh to bad in record time!

So I decided to change the trend. I adjusted my diet to eating 'bad' foods and drinking their counterparts to sweep em down and this is what I came up with;

- Since bad cant get any worse (or can it?), I will live on fermented diet.

-Fermented foods are rare (except if you are Ethiopian or Eritrean and live on Injera), So my fermented diet will be made of more drinks that Solid foods.

-The easiest fermented foods(read Drinks), including products of these, that are consumed in small quantities and last longer are Frothy, usually Bitter called Beers OR Clear alcoholic fluids simply called spirits.

So now you know how I get 'high' on my new diet, which just happened to solve the problem of the new cold Room.

#ItsThatEasy

My Beef with Kiira EV, Uganda’s first electric car

2011-11-02T07:58:00.000-07:00

So, Uganda have their own, an electric car launched, the first in Eastern Africa (I guess) and a success for most people.

A round of applause and a standing ovation for them. Honestly, that is good, a pace setter for us all.

But for once let me be the No-Man here and say what no one is saying, or what they are saying but behind closed doors and in whispers. I think more could have been done here and Kiira EV, as much as it looks a success, isnt all that!

Electric;

that was the major crack on the whole thing. In a country where power is rationed for more that 3 hours, 3 times a week, an electric car is just not a good story to many people's ears. There isn't enough electricity to power many of the current requirements, tell me where the 3-4 hours charging per vehicle after every 80 km will come from.

Journey/Distance;

Fine, there are limitations here, and its true that even the so far invented vehicles travel around that far. Really? I tell you what, am not an expert in this field but some 2nd generation electric cars produced between 99 and 2003 travelled 80 to 100 miles.
This is 2011 and the excuse of No-resources does not defend anything where the few resources we have(read electricity) are being made even more scarce!

No-Nothing;

yes, you read it right. This vehicle had generally nothing in the interior. There was no speedometer, no internal sensor system, no horn, no bla, no bla, no NOTHING! (OK. there was the driver's seat and the steering wheel, ~~but my bicycle has that too~~.)
Tell me, how do you drive such a car? How do you even know the car has travelled the 80kms you programmed it to? How do you tell the battery is or has run down?
I mean for the money they put in(The prototype cost the college $35,000) we all expected something more.

Money/cost;

$35000 for just that? Just take a look at Google results for Cars under $35000 and... I need not say much about this. It's too much already and I will just leave it at that!

A mungich commented on Monitor Online
"Only in Africa do we want to reinvent the wheel when we should be investing in realistic ventures that will have a positive effect on citizen's quality...."
and I agree. Let them give us something else.

~~Truth be told, I wouldn't be~~ ~~bitching if they had invented steam propelled vehicle with full features and just keep away from electricity because to me, In Africa, Electric-anything is just not the way to go yet.~~

(Someone may want to prove me wrong or criticize my steam powered point. But I am just putting a point across)

#IsaidIt

October; Craving for that ending.

2011-10-28T03:02:00.000-07:00

OCTOBER

The tenth month of the year in the Gregorian calendar.

Its coming to an end and that gives me a mixture of emotions. I dont know whether to be relieved or be happy.

This month carries the most important dates this far in my life, both good and bad.

It starts here,

12/10
This is the day my dad passed away 7 years ago. He was a great pillar of my life and still is the one person who taught me how to be a man and take care of a family. That was a sad day for me, that October.

21/10
2 years down the line, 9 days from her sweet heart's day, my first love, my Mom passes on. That October took away something so big to me, words could never express how I felt and still feel.

I miss her every second of my life but life has to go on.

30/10
Late 80's. Somewhere in the cold North Rift Valley in Uasin Gishu District hospital, a woman goes into labour.

Tears and Screams down the line, a bouncing baby boy is born, alive and healthy. She cant hide the joy she feels to have him. Its her First born, and always her Baba.
Its the happiest moment of her life, it will be and will always be the happiest moment of his life.

After all this month brings, some sad and some happy, the end is always happy.

I Celebrate my birthday on this date (31/10), always with the souls of those gone but still with me in spirit and the promise to work my level best to fulfill their wishes and to be happy.

Gone but still with us.

#Rip Madre y Padre

Meeting the In-Laws; Part 2

2011-10-25T23:06:00.000-07:00

Okay, I survived the seemingly, as it appeared to me, planned(in my absentia) undressing and torture which they called 'meeting the in-laws'. Something came up and the 'meeting' was postponed till later. But then Fate; the dude still lives on, showed me that its never over till he says so.

So in the process of silently celebrating survival by 'skin of the teeth' (I bet this isnt English) , a crazy suggestion comes up, from me moreover.

After hiding at my place and not confirming or refuting the invite, I finally arrange for an away match deceitfully wrapped in statements like 'Am missing food cooked by babe and so am finally coming over!'

I managed to elicit some cheers and you can just imagine how eager she must have been to see me around, but then Fate ( you realise his mention comes with a Capital F) shows up!

In the middle of the cookery, a knock at the door cuts my well arranged lines that were actually meant to end somewhere...

Guess who's at the door... The Bro!

~~My heart jumps to my throat, my palms get wet and I want to run away...~~

Nooo, that never happened, the dude was not exactly the kind of guy who would cause such a reaction.

He was cool, more or less like me, even the looks came close. I started seeing the reasons she fell for me (It was never the other way round, Just kiddin!).

One thing I learnt, was 'say none you wont get none' and I kept my foot to the ground and my mouth shut with that same effect the foot had on the ground. I spoke less and got less back, of course that ended me up in the 'shy one' list, but it worked.

I am actually looking forward to meeting him again, this time under dimmer lights and loud music and amidst bottles with frothy liquid... I bet I can carry him home if he ever got wasted and so, wasting the in-law is my next quest!

#LOL at #Fate

Meeting the In-Laws? Not Me, Not Yet!

2011-10-21T05:54:00.000-07:00

Its a grand thing for me, not that I have even done it yet. Well am supposed to face it this weekend and that means I have to do what a man has to do.

But 'Who knows I may get a cold foot, or both feet and ~~snake away~~ ( I meant slither away un-noticed).

Background;

I met this someone who happened to work her way into my Viscera (read heart) and after making sure I was intoxicated with what she was pushing (I like to think of her as a drug pusha, Like Weezy does), she mentioned me , in my absentia to her Bro.

Now that wouldnt be a problem, I mean 'what would I care if your bro knew that when you are unavailable you are safe with this dude called Davie?'... But she must have done something else because the news got me breathless like I just got punched in the stomach!

"My brother says you two should meet (who and who? and how did I get to be in the meeting?), and he has set a date (already?) and Drinks are on him. Oh, he says Nyam Chom (roasted meat) is in the house too, on him. So, what should I tell him?"

Currently;

Okay, you are probably asking what the fuss is all about and if its just the bro, then why shuldnt I just meet him? You even have this idea that I would kill for that drink (as long as its on anyone but me) and the nyam chom just makes the meeting even better to attend, arent you?

What you dont know is that maybe that wasnt my idea, not even in my dreams, at least not yet. It honestly never crossed my mind that the 'meet the inlaws' moment would come so soon. Truth be told, I have never met any and wasnt planning on doing that for the next many more years (lets not specify, cupid is unpredictable!), but here I am and the thought drives me crazy.

Reality;

Am naive in these matters. From all the movies I have watched (its all the experience I can recall), meeting the inlaws is such an awkward moment.

What do they look at? What does one have to say? What stories come up? and which ones are commented on and which ones are answered by just "mmh and uhh" or simply nodding.

I hate surprises and suspences, thats why I dont watch Horrors!!

I just wanted to say "This is one tough decision and I need time to contemplate", but all I said was "I will be there", because I still need her around.

Am just praying some 'killa' excuse comes in a dream as I sleep, but till then am frankly sleepless!!

#HowNow

TGI(this)F!! cant count on Next

2011-10-14T06:02:00.000-07:00

It's Friday! Cant believe the week has ended. Not ended really, but its weekend already and thats something to be happy about, aint it?

Am exhausted, tired, my head is ringing(or is it wringing already?) and I just need a break.

~~In the past few days~~, wait! Heads-up, its been weeks actually, how quick time goes by I cant explain. Any way, I was saying, in the past weeks, I have been neck deep into Education and trying to make a responsible human being defined by academic qualifications out of myself and this struggle has sucked the sap out of me. I have lost weight, friends and time. I dont even get the to update my social network status and thats a first for me, now I feel like am in the middle of some secluded, unwired, INTERNET deficient desert. All I have gained is stress, more stress and lots of stress.

I need a vacation, but that can wait, though I needed it like yesterday. I have missed alot of things; socialising and being available to just say a few.

I know I will catch up, when am finally through with this and mkwanja(moola) graces my pockets. But I want to just try hard and make some time for my blog in the mean time.

Soon I will be updating the numerous items I have been writting offline and then maybe I will launch another blog.

Between now and then, I am enjoying every free time I get with zeal like there wont be another in a thousand years because, who knows when next friday will come? and who said I will be free then?

#TGIF enjoying my weekend.