Another Rebuttal

So I am also back into this blogging thing. Its been a while and alot has happened in that time.

But first, I rebutt DDs statement that I am a 'woman' for saying that The Matrix was overrated. I still hold that it is overrated. But that is my view, it doesnt have to agree with DD's views or the views of others who have seen the movie. It is like a poem, the poet has his views about the poem and every person has his/her views about the poem. Some peoples views are the similar and others' (like mine and DD's) are different. Sorry DD if my comments hurt, (that is for both The Matrix and Mad Max) but that is just the way it is, we can not always hold the same views!

Moving on swiftly (what a terrible and overused statemet), the alcohol. Yes, it is time to cut down on it. I have suffered too many blackouts, had too many crappy mornings and experienced too many dizzy spells to keep up with this! DD, we need to get serious with this.

One last thing and this is personal. I recently got informed that I am going to be laid off due to the chaos (like DD, I too would do terrible things to those 2 a-holes for doing this). It shocked me out of my comfort zone. I am beginning to realise, just how much time and life I have wasted. I have not lived, I have existed, survived, gone through life in a stupor, a spectator in my own life. Its time I started living. It will make some people angry, some people will hate me because they will say I let them down, some people will insult me to high heaven, I will suffer a lot, but I will not let the fear overwhelm me, not anymore. God is by my side.

PS: Yea, I know this is all mushy mushy, but fuck it, this is my shit.
And DD, I disagree with you-again-women are lovely creatures of God, whose intelligence, just like men, varies from one individual to the other! Though more driven by emotion (whether this is a good or bad thing depends on the individual!)

Crap! I Can't Type!!

Had started this post different and two paragraphs into it, i realised that i wasn't really saying much (nothing new there. i never say anything of consequence). Drank too much this weekend. Way, way, way too much. NewElijah concurs with me that we gotta slow down on this crap. Shall try again this afternoon, coz i got me a good story.....just can't seem to be able to tell it right now. Maybe make it into a series (never completed my last attempted series, but for sure, ima finish this one). Until later!!

p.s: (!!! it's easier to secure a good seat in hell than a bad seat in heaven !!! - heard something similar, remixed it to my own standard, ergo a D.D. original)

Furahi Day!!

Before i start (on what, i am yet to figure out), i would like to point out that someone last night said that THE MATRIX was overrated. A fork through your eye, coz it seems that you don't know a good movie even when it hits you up your balls. And for a whole male (...i exempt all women from sci-fi flicks coz i understand that they take alot of brain power to follow and sit through without giving her a chance to banter about shoes and stuff...also, all sci-fi movies that may have a foreign language scene employ subtitles which defeat women coz they hate reading on tv so cheap mexican translators have to be employed for their favourite choice of programming). Anyway, i'll get you some panty hose my male friend for saying that THE MATRIX was overrated.

Today is drinking day (drank yesterday, but just abit, so that don't count). I don't have to work tomorrow (raila/kibaki, should i ever come across u and i got me a gun, ima shuut u azzes......not sure if the last part is treasonous, but muthafucker don't care for his country, why shud i give a shit bout decorum). Yup, business is slow. Collected a total of 45k in p.d cheques this week from the few customers who could pay. Bummer. Anyway, the drinks will take away all the pain.

My buddy B. was tellin me (via sms) that he was gonna be breaking up with his woman last nite n would tell me bout it tnite in our club of choice "The Mad House". Anywayz, New Elijah (to be referred to only as male from now on for insulting THE MATRIX. He got a new woman by tha way. Must be the reason for his current feminisation) sez that a dude who talks bout breaking up with his woman before actually doing it is doing just that....talking. I shall wait to find out tnite....got nuthing to lose, everything to gain. If he didn't break up, he buys me beer for being such a woman. If he did break up, he still buys me beer to prevent him from crying like a woman. Plus his woman is kinda kinky.....scraps of the table for me.

Gotta go now. Blog again when i recover from the impending alcohol.

p.s: i will try and refrain from using the words woman/female/bitch/etc in the context of weak, confused, dumb stupid, gay (yaani homosexual sio happy), weepy, pathetic, fool, rotten, shaky, sluggish, needy, naggy, whiny, spineless, wimpy, gutless, indecisive, insecure....etc. Women are God's most loveliest, prettiest, mostestestestes adorable gift to men, and should not be referred to is such a manner.

p.p.s: God can be such an arse.

p.p.p.s: I take that last part back (from Women are God's most blah blah). They are evil, dim, flabby after 1 kid, wishy-washy, malicious, spiteful, lewd little jealous creatures.

I'm back....I think!!!

After a long lack-lustre year and an absence of close to 5 months, i've decided to try this thing once more. It's harder than i thought, putting words to thought.....more so when those thoughts aren't very pleasant.

What's been going on.......well:

• Broke up with my girlfriend of three years. Weight of my shoulders. Wasn't going too well.
• Travelled to Tanzania (nawapenda wabongo), South Africa (someone needs to tell the blacks down there to style up.....the boers n indians are friendlier people) and India (lovely people....totally unlike the Kenyan indian who is well...). Might put up pics of the three someday. Came to realise how far behind we were in terms of infrastructure (even dar es salaam has better city planning than nairobi) but way ahead of all the rest in the hospitality and education issues (at least we were until we were forced to choose between the Demon Raila and Demon Kibaki.......Tanzanians must be gloating totally right now).
• Been drinking heavily...........can't blame anyone for that. Need to get a hobby. Maybe i'll become more serious with this blog (...someday. for now, i can't wait for keshoz pints).
• I'm finally eligible for leave, which i promptly took for 4 days....ended up drinking daily for two weeks.
• Looking for a female replacement. Shit is hard outside of school. All i'm coming across be underage energized babies, or older harlots with babies (father's not known) in tow.
• Got a whore (lady of the night/loose woman/lady of questionable morals/add personal defination here______) to cook for me.........how cool is that!! Atleast i still got game....and all for bus fare and a meal for her....BABY (why are there so many of those little things running around anyway??) Bummer be that she keeps calling now saying "i miss you" (...WTF??...of course this is quite an ego booster considering that the norm is dudes go seeking an easy lay.....easy lays hardly ever seek the dudes).
• Joined a dating site (been a member of AdultFinder.com for ages, but that's just to find out where the freaks of nairobi are....and ofcourse check out nude kenyan pics. Kaz got nothing on these honeyz). Got a hit today.....she's online right now.....wants to chat......she doesn't have a pic.......lives in embu....not happening!!
• Mashada shut down. Very cool. Was getting out of hand. What's with all the hate anyway?? Kenya now reminds me of my set book.....Visiki. "Walituchochea"!!! Muthafucker don't u have a brain of your own?
  
• N finally, (for now anyway), i still hold no specific emotions towards God (his kid yeah i feel him). This last comment is a product of numerous spam asking me to attend prayer meetings, praise and worship, blah blah blah. None of this having the most awesome miracle of turning water into wine. Nope...all the buggers serve is water....if u lucky, u get a biscuit ( there there, nice praying. here's a snack. Now empty your wallet into the collection tin....Woof Woof!!!).

Let me go and be productive.

P.S: It's rained in January and February in Nairobi.....The end of days is near!!

Mid Rebuttal

Glad I can finally give a sort of rebuttal on D.D's embelishment of truths. But... ah what the heck, let him have his literary license. It is quite entertaining to read about something u did! Perhaps I will say something after he is through with the complete story.

Of late, I have been thinking that perhaps Simund Freud wasn't so wrong:sexual energy is a force to reckon with. This is much so for men, somehow they are not as perfect as women are in supressing sexual desires! A man may love a woman to no end but as long as he is not getting enough sex, maybe due to distance, he will most definitely stray. Stray here doesn't necessarily mean that he goes after whores and other women, nope. He may stray by drowning his overbearing sexual urges in alcohol (this is not an attack at u D.D) or God or something else. The basic is idea is that much of what the man does will be as a way of having himself some or blocking the idea of having some.

Perhaps that is why we work. We all know that the jobless have sex so much and that is why they tend to have more kids than those who are working. But hey, these are just my thoughts.

Recovered....Part 1!

50hr's later, n I'm well enough to finally tell this tale of NewElijah's idiocy last friday. N i should stop trying to gamble and getting into every bet on earth.


It all started last furahi day when my boss took me for pints (I'm falling in love with him.....actually got to 3.30pm, busy as hell, n he sez the magic word...."Twende!!!"). Leave work and go to his locals which is rather dingy, but who gives a damn!!

The evening wears on, i'm starving, n i take my leave. Meet up with my buddy (let's call him G. who was very horny n had been promised a nite of wild passion by some lale he met last week). Grab more pints as we wait for nyama to iva n shit. He's running around all over the place looking for his lale (...she needs a name.....shall come up with one eventually as i narrate events), as i sit and watch this suspiciously lesbian couple in the corner doing their thing (grinding and stuff on the dance floor is acceptable....chatting and carressing each other's thighs while sitted is kinda iffy). It's bout this time that NewElijah calls me up, n begs me to save his sorry arse from C.Soundd.....found out what i was saving him from later (coming up in this story. stay tuned).
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G. get's his lale and brings her back to the table....she quickly orders a guiness (on my tab without asking......that black fluid must be the reason lales are able to go at it all nite. I'd ask a chick, but they don't drink the stuff). Anyway, i announce my intended departure and G. pleads to let him finish his beer.....was wondering where he got beer from when he confesses that it's all stolen from other tables (really need to stop hanging out with this guy. Could get myself in alot of trouble).
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1.5hrs and 6th beer theft later, we finally hit the road....lale in tow. B*tch doing like 10 fags every 45min. But is all good. Im heavy on the cancer sticks as well. Problem was that these were my cancer sticks.

C.Soundd. Don't really like this joint. Too loud. Doors locked. Call from NewElijah. He's coming out. Wait. Out he comes, together with "sms-L" (short man syndrome L....it's a strain of the Ebola virus. Some nasty shit right there!!...look it up if u don't believe me), "Big W", "Lil' J" (don't hate on the names....fits them to a T) and "Christ". Now Christ is some chick i thankfully haven't seen in ages and from how it looked, the reason i was to be NewElijah's messiah. I aptly name her Christ coz one look at her and you'll go "Christ, didn't you get hit by the ugly train!!". NewElijah was all over that shit...(literary licence disclaimer. This story has been edited to fit my own ends, coz it cud have been Lil J all over her, but who really cares).
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N.E: Plans?
D.D: Whatever...not home.
G. :Twende Feelers!!
General: Noooo!!!
Christ: Where's Feelers?
D.D: (whisper) "Don't worry, you'll be right at home the way you look"
G. :It's the only place that's open.

Good point. It was 4.40am.
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To Be Continued!!!

Still Strong & a rant

It's been a month now, n i'm still celibate.........might just pull it off (highly doubt it tho).

Anywhoo, idleness plus a story of an old acquaintance who wanted to end his life coz of a little slip caused me to remember the following rant that once floated in my head bout 4yrs ago before i even came across blogging:

Should i have told?!

t'was my first time
her touch, her scent, her eyes
a seemed like a dream
i wish it were
t'was my last time.

I'm surrounded; trapped
by their jeers, their jest, their taunts,
i'm weary, beaten and shunned;
i turn away,
i no longer belong
should i have told?

the 'chosen' welcome me
but it's the same
their smiles, their prayers, their sympathy,
their hearts betrayed as they writhe
at my touch, my sight, my very breath
i'm alone
i do no belong
should i have told?

the cool steel shaft comforts me
no longer desiring what i once possed
a bright flash before the all consuming darkness
silence
i'm swimming, spinning, rising
higher and higher
further and further
from the world i no longer belonged
where i shouldn't have told

great gates begin to close at my approach
i rush forth but it's too late
i fall to the ground
crying, cursing, damning
all that i once called true
i turn away
as the rustle of trees remind me
that i'm not welcome
i do not belong

the disease, the sweltering heat, the nauseating stench
surrounded by gloom
my heart welcoming every sickening moment
my torment not beginning
merely continuing
i'm at peace
i finally have a place i belong
i settle down, content
in my suffering, my hate, my little piece of 'heaven'
and wait
for those i told.

Lets get rid of the stigma that surrounds AIDS.