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Deno thats so cool! 1GB of mail is just stupendous, but for some of us guys who never receive any mail from all our friends!!!!...... guess I'll just stick to 6MB, but i'll sign up. So y'all put me on that path people.
Just hit me that Deno has alot of time on his hands, or he's just a nice guy like that. Thanks for all the vibe bro, but couldnt view the blogs yesterday.
So, i got late going to uni this morning coz i was going to pick my ol'man from JKIA. So I left the house at 6am, no breakfast, no shower, just brushed my teeth and fled. His flight was landing at 6.35 so didnt wanna get late. I got there in time, with a few close encounters with some typical Kenyan drivers.....save that for later.
U know the way they search cars at the entrance? The guy infront of me had diplomatic plates, but the mheshimiwa wasn't in. But the cop just saluted and waved him on. I had my dad's car, was feeling all high and mighty, when I was waved down and subjected to the indignity of a search. This after reading in the paper that there is no legislation allowing searches of any type. A search should only be conducted with the consent of the individual, and am sure the last time u wanted to get into that building in town or else where u didnt want some stranger gropping u inappropriately.
So i get to the terminal, but alas!!! (eng compo from MKA) There was no parking. Why? Some halfwits calling themselves qualified drivers, and proudly brandishing our tired-ass licenses (thank God they're computerising em soon) can't park! So i squeeze into this crack of a slot, and dare anyone to scrape me!
The flight got delayed by about 30 min, but the shocking thing was a flight from London came 40min early. The passengers waited for their guys to pick them, but most left by cab. Imagine the drama of several families ready to break into song & dance only to here that their blood is already at home.
I find my dad, and he tells me of his drama. On a flight in India, some guy had cardiac arrest. He was attending a conference with colleagues, so there were quite a number of docs on the plane. An Indian doc swung into action, only to run out of steam. He didnt know how to resuscitate the guy, and the cardiac massage he was doing was not accompanied by administration of air to the victim (shock on my dad, he later learnt that the Indian doc is actually from Aga Khan in Kenya, and was on his way from cardiologists' conference on cardiac resuscitation!)
So my dad and his pals came to the rescue. But their efforts were hampered by the inadequacy of the airline. They had no oxygen tanks, the valves were broken, they had no adrenalin that is crucial for jumpstarting hearts, nor did they have the big needles for intrathorasic infusion. Lest to say, the guy died their, with his 3 daughters looking on.

Moral of the story? ---- Don't give a Kenyan a media to rumble on.....plus always be thankful for every moment you share with your loved ones.

PS: How many accountants does it take to paint a 7m by 8m wall?