THE CURSED TRIBE

Dear, dear, dear. I don't know and I'm not saying what I don't know or haven't noticed but one section of Kenya is very prone to disaster especially when traveling home to bury one of their own.

Now last week, not very long ago, one of those buses that take you to Nyanza and Western Provinces through Naivasha and Eldoret crushed. Again. This is only a few months after another Matatu Van crushed with the same results. A death among the passengers who were going to bury their dead. Is it that they are cursed or is the road bad or is it that the drivers from those areas are always drunk? No. I don't think so. The driver involved in the most recent accident was totally and completely sober. One could tell from the way he was talking on TV. And lucky for him, his time had not yet come. He escaped without a scratch.

These guys were going to bury one body, but by the afternoon, they had to plan for two bodies.
Is there something these people know and are not telling us?

And The Nightmare Continues

Today has been an awful, depressing day. The kinda days I like.
I woke up late to come to work. That’s been happening a lot lately.
Then I get into the shower, start to soap myself really well and then just when I’m white with foam all over, the water lessens kidogo, kidogo (little by little) then it gets really hot and bila (without) pressure, then finally it runs out. So I chuck form the shower scalded and soapy all over!!!!

What can I do? The reservoir tank is empty. No water anywhere and going to the neighbours is out of the question. So I take my towel and wipe off the foam and dress up. I mean, what else can I do? Then, as I am going to put the kettle on so that I can have some tea, the lights disappear! Jinx?!! I don’t know. What’s happening?

So I leave the house open for the House Keeper to come clean at around 9am. I’m hungry, my skin feels crusty cause of the soap and the only thing that can cheer me up is my beloved fluffy, but No! He doesn’t even come to me when I call. He looks at me without even lifting his head up from his paws on the ground. Okay, maybe he’s had as rough a night as I have, so I leave him alone and walk on out of the gate to catch my matatu (van used for public transport in Kenya). I get one almost immediately and I begin to think that the unlucky streak is over, but No. Something else awaits me.

Before I get to work, I go the guy that sold me the memory stick for my camera so that maybe, he can get me one that stores more than 30 pictures. He apparently, does not have a IGB memory stick and gives me 512MB one which will hardly suffice for the kind of work I’m planning to do. Besides, I already paid him enough for a 1GB one so he should be giving me two, instead, he tells me to take the 512 MB one and test drive it. I’ll go later to get see if he has nice new ones.

Anyway, I head on to work and guess what, the guards at the entrance ignore me, my desk which I share with about 79 other people is occupied and I’m wondering how the hell I’m expected to work if I don’t have a work station.

Next, I don’t even sit for five minutes and I’m already getting calls and emails that my beloved is the guy I have written about in my blog. He's been called too and wants to know if he can read my blog. Oh well, I say yes and sera sera. And here I am writing this right now wondering why I even mind the negativity in my life.

One thing is for sure. Whenever good things happen to me, I thank God for them and appreciate them with all of my heart for the short time that I know I will have with them. That, in my opinion is what makes life so damn interesting for me. The good things are boring, the bad things are exciting, and they define who I am, because in spite of all the bad stuff that I go through, I still manage to stay afloat and keep the little good part of me safe and locked up, where no one can interfere with it.


So thanks all you shit heads, for hating me, for mocking me, for insulting me, for destroying every good thing I work for and trying to mess up every good freindship I build up. Thanks a whole lot. You are the people that make me work all the harder and become all the more successful and satisfied with myself. Thank you

Hurrah to all you shit-heads!

Drama, Drama, Drama

It's not even 11am yet and I've had more drama than a mexican soap. No violence like in the Kungu Fu movies, but the violence I'm imaging doing right now is making me look tired in the face.

I think to0 much, I think so bloody much, but the weather is in my favour. It's gloomy and grey, just the way I like it. So I'm thinking how I've destroyed my life in one short day. Yesterday that is.

I've messed my mind up, created tension between me and about 50 of my friends, can't stand to be near anyone for more than a second...and yet I've managed to do so much within a day, the productive and the destructive, but more of the productive stuff. Think I should be depressed and sad more often, it seems to give me the drive I need to get things done.

Anyway, I have this friend right, (you know who you are) and then there's this person (major stalker-you know who you are too, and If I catch you I'll feed you to my dog) who reads my blogs and then calls my very good friend and tells him that my blogs are about him.

Listen here buster, while my blogs are mostly about true people and happenings, 70% per cent is just fictional spice-up to get you to read the damn blog. I know you like it, that's why I do it. Whack!

So whoever you are, go ahead, read my damn blog, read all you want and leave a comment if you want to, call my friend even, and tell him that the blogs I post are about him, do, please do, but when I catch you, I (what Achmed the dead terrorist said) you, and feed you to my dog's flees.

I've just decided that you are too crappy to be eaten by my dog. He's too cool for you.

And Nigger, thanks for making my day crappy.
Perhaps I'll get return the favour some day.

Peace out!