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| Monday, February 12, 2007 |
| Between The Valentines and the Whack Year |
Yup, Its a new Year.
Ati now is when i can comfortably raise my head, and lean back, and enjoy the felicitations of a new year.
Dammn! And double dammn!
My last post was dated November 02 2006. If that's not bloggers block, then i don't jua what it is.
Anyway, moving along swiftly.......
Yes the new year......
One family issue after another. I am proof that misfortunes come in bundles. january was one hell of a month for me and le Familia.
And what's with the terminal Jam on Thika Road? It's like the traffic virually stops, And you are crammed there, seated on a 12 inch seat, next to this HUMONGOUS lady, and the 7.30 sun is hurting your face, especially hapo Allsops kwa mlima. Then is when you realise that The rest of the day will S.U.C.K!
Life is made more intolerable when you look down and see the polished thigh-O of a young fly chicka, DRIVING in a red Biemer seven series, with the sunroof open.
The jam, coupled with sun-stroke and the red beimer driving chicka starts to play with your mind ki-Potash style.
You look at yourself, nothing fancy, squeezed between the hot glass and
You look to your right, nothing but fat, now beginning to sweat
You look outside, you look straight at the sewage hole that the sewage trucks come to dump their effing waste.
Still the biemer is there.
Next to the rickety old shack of...........
A Pink bus that goes by the name of Paradiso
PARADISO!
The only ride i had to clamber coz hakuna mat.
A poor imitation of Michael Jackson's Billy Jean is emanating from the roof of the afore-mentioned Paradiso. Classic fm all the way! I am not sure if its the poor reception of the radio or the clogs of dust that hung precariously on the mesh covering the speakers thats distorting the voice of the black/white dude.
The carpet is so dark you cannot tell its original colour. I shudder to think of the mixup of elements at work up there.
And yes, am riding on a bus at 7.30am on the morning and i have paid 60 bob to B.S.
The biemer is still with us. Am not thinking of the thigh-o's; am very far up!
Dammn, i need to get off this bilas train (KM 2006) fast.
Speaking of Bilas, Valentines is upon us and cupid must be feeling so proud of himself.
Cupid, and his arrows go to hell!
Somebody should volunteer and shoot the damn bastard. not with an ordinary gun but with something like this:
  For all the flowers that will be picked and handed over to trusting and not so trusting partners, and for all that choclate that will be puked on that drunken night, and for all those lies that will be told to clueless lovers, and for all those who are, will be bilas on that day, Cupid should be eliminated. then all the pink and red everthing will not continue to torture our poor souls, and not so many will be hurt on one day, and none of us will have to go the extra mile and "win yourself and your sweetheart a romantic dinner at the....." the squeaks from above break my train of thought. Kenyans absolutely love freebies.
So much, the nakumatt and Uchumi supermarkets are making huge profits, while touting their smart points. and Safaricom has not been left behind either, adverising their "Bonga points" like its the best thing since sliced bread!
The radio stations are the absolute favourites, since akina KBL have decided to lay off on the promos Kiasi (forget the Richot one,)
By now we are at DeLaRue and while my head is calculating numbers, i doze
And dream of me and the lady in the red biemer. |
posted by Sammie @ 3:15 PM  |
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