People!!

Its amazing how inconsiderate people are, in the name of making a living and following the all elusive shilling. I found out just how crazy people are when I was walking into the Pizza in on Moi avenue, iPod belting out sweet tunes in my ear as I ogled at the ladies waiting for someone or rather. Just as I was about to cross in between some two tables, I noticed a lady mopping the floor so I quickly changed my course as it was a rainy period and thus it was just chafu everywhere. The lady looked up, stopped mopping and with the most sincere look in her eye said ‘Asante’, one could almost feel the gratitude in her voice. That just went to show how annoying people can be, instead of just making that small extra effort. I know it was a bit short lasting, considering right after she was done mopping some dude must have swaggered in hauling mchanga from wherever but still, how do you just walk by where the lady has cleaned.
As a driver in Nairobi, one can go freaking nuttz! Drivers clearly blocking a T-Junction, just for the sake of it, overlapping and creating some other 3 lanes where only one existed. Those are bad, so bad one can go to the extent of shooting the damn driver in the head (like that doc for that fake AIDS dawa), but how where would you classify the refusal of some dude to move so that another guy can make a pool shot?
Big, bulky, short, dark idiot sitting on a high chair feeling all sweet like molasses on cow poop! I did not get the logic behind not even acknowledging our request, bugger kept on drinking and laughing like nothing had happened. Considering my lack of mass, I could do just about nothing other than rant and rave, nostrils flaring and eyes popping but he would pretty much send me to HDU with a simple strike or two. You know what some friend of his told me? Ati “You know, I know him, if he ignores you just leave him alone, tell the management to move the table, its the managements problem.”
Once someone tells you that, is it really bright to try and reason with the individual?

MIA

Ive been MIA for the longest time ever! The mojo for blogging just disappeared, o mayb its cuz the credit in the modem quashed so surfing became a lil bit ngumu, mingi excuses asside, im sure the blogsphere has been just fine!
So many things have happened since i blogged last, including my approach to the mid- twenties! *Shudder* My my where have the years flown to? Just the other day i considered crying a legitimate way to get whatever i wanted from my folks, good old days!
Plus what was supposed to be the most stupid things i do before i leave campus promises to be one of the most lucrative opportunity i just may have made for myself! I entered and won Mr. CUEA *ululations* Otherwise life is as kawaida as can be, well apart from the stares and smiles from all the campus girls, but i think i can live with that

CUEA- Completely Useless unEducated Administrators

Ive caused so much about this place mpaka i donno what to say anymore. From enforsing a ridiculous ‘dress code’ where its apparently against school rules to go to campus, yes CAMPUS with an un tucked formal shirt to demanding (in excess in some case) 100k in the first two weeks of starting the semester without prior notice. Dont believe me? Well see below, note, units cost up to 15,000Kshs, do the math..

AOB!

If you would like your jet or helicopter scrubbed nice and clean, hala! I know a place!

The mountain that wasn’t

beep beep beep

Crap have to wake up, ok like in 5 mins, ok 5 mins for sure!

I hit the snooze button.

beep beep beep *30 mins later*

What time is it again? 7am, *doing the calculation in my head* Ok 5 more minutes,ok.

beep beep beep *1 hour later*

Damn those 5 minutes just flew by! Ok just a minute to wake up, wouldnt want blood to rush down from my head! What time is it again!? Peeping from under the blankets 8am. Shyeet!

I hate waking up, seriously unless its at like at 12 noon having slept a cool 12 hours or so

I was going on a trip to Mount longonot on this particular day after finishing a course on Java programming, wonderfully taught by some brilliant guys who came over from MIT. And was extremely late. Living in the middle of nowhere, it would take roughly an hour and a half in normal circumstances to get to civilization.

I got ready in such a rush, im sure water finally got to my scalp on my way out of the gate after a super fast shower. Tore down Lang’ata road at speeds i dare not mention in trusted Toto (Toyota Starlet) only to get to Strathmore Uni, where we were supposed to meet, before half the class! Nkt! I should have slowed down and taken some breakfast i thought to myself, surely how do you go for a hike on an empty stomach? I was soon to find exactly why NOT!

It was a short ride from Nairobi, down the escarpment to the floor of the Rift valley and on to the base of the mountain, having cemented friendships on the bus ride with classmates and instructors of only 2 months. All syked up for the climb with a nice heavy jacket on my back, it was damn cold, a camera in hand and a bag with my lunch and plenty of water.

The place was super dusty so being the bright boy i claim to be, i tucked in my jeans into my socks the way cyclists do to avoid their trousers from getting oil, yup i looked totally shagzmodoz.

The first few kilometers were not so bad, then it started getting hot, clearly i hadnt thought of that, so off went the jacket and stuffed it into my bag, trying to keep up with everyone, i soldiered on. The place is dusty, my word, one step like this you raise dust up to your knees! After walking for pretty much a flat like place, we fikad a point where, there was this sharp assccent. Panting like i had just run a marathon i led the pack from behind, having been overtaken by all the 3 ladies in a group of sijui 30 people! So mdogo mdogo up we went with another pal of mine who lets just say is rather big. After like 20 mins after everyone else we finally fikad that place with which i must assume was a picnic table at sometime in the far past, to take a breather. Now at this point my vision having moved from full colored vision at the start to seeing only one color, i.e red, to sepia, to complete black and white, it started to narrow from the edges. 5 minutes after sitting down, i felt like i was looking through a pin hole, supported by green twigs for legs and jelly for the ’solid’ ground under me! Damn that breakfast!

At this point i was ready to give up, to hell with it, kwani wats so big about climbing the damn mountain, si bado ill live asi! Eh! Lakini all em 3 chiks have pandad and im here, bilaz! Id be the laughing stock!

“Have to get to the top man” My ,for lack of a better word, big friend encouraged me.

So off we went again, totally on auto pilot.

Half way up, we met some kids as in 6 year olds coming down, and some other HUGE Caucasian woman,  waaat now i really had to get to the top!

Wasnt i relieved when i got there, the breeze, the view, my word, the view and just the feeling of accomplishment! Definitely going back sometime to do that all over again.

All in all, it was a super hike, wonderfull view, and if i could climb it, i wonder why the hell its called a mountain, a hill, mound , pile sounds better!

Peak of Mt. Longonot

View from Mt. Longonot

Relationships!

I have been in a few of my own and sadly i dont seem to get any better at it. My immediate girlfriend firmly held the opinion that i couldnt communicate and i believe that is absolutely true! However much i may like a gurl it is damn right hard to tell her what i feel for her! Donno if its a ‘guy thing’ may be ill poll it. Id like to know how many guys tell their girlfriends they love them each and every day and not beacuse you fear what will happen if you dont. *wink wink*

Its interesting how we are wired so differently as i came to learn recently. I for example, would tell a gurl i like her and would expect the gurl to know that i still like her for the next month or so as long as my actions dont contradict that said statement but in fact re-enforce it. Girls on the other hand would like to be told, correct me if im wrong, i love you three times a day like a freaking prescription! In some cases i wonder how far back we are supposed to bend, and who should do the bending when exactly? I hate carrying flowers, not because id look gay, but why the hell should i be carrying flowers!? Girls on the other hand, correct me if im wrong again, would like a guy who surprises them with flowers and chocolates after a long day at home or wherever every so often. Whos supposed to buckle on that one?

I remember a drunken night sometime back when my friend was asked:

How would you describe your Ideal wife?

Holding a beer and staring into the disco ball, giving the illusion of deep intense thought, he said:

One who ill find after a long day of work, ill find amenichorea saba kwa bed akiwa ndethe!

Would you do that? Enough said!

*If you dint get that, let me know ill explain in camera

AOB

It was all for the best,i love you and i miss you.

Quote

With the end of a chapter a new one begins and such is the way of life!

Ngare Njoka 2009!

New Home!

Decided it was time to VUKA!! I was stubborn for a long time and wanted to stay at my old home, but well there come a time when things have to change, reinvented, rejuvinated. Lol i suck at this.

Welcome to my new home!