Free Legal Advice

Hi People,

I figured now is probably the time to offer some (free) legal advise about defamation. For what its worth, it may save us from the wrath of any stark raving mad litigants.

Happy Reading. If you have any enquiry, feel free!

DEFAMATION

Defamation is the publication of a statement which tends to lower a person in the estimation of right thinking members of society generally; or which tends to make them shun or avoid that person.

Reference to the Claimant: It is essential that the defamatory statement is shown to refer to the claimant. The Defendant need not have intended the statement to refer to the claimant, provided that people who know the claimant understand that they were pointed at by the words used.

Publication: Publication of defamatory words is the communication of the words, pictures or any other method of signifying meaning to at least one person other than the person defamed. The Defendant must be responsible for publication, either by publishing themself or asking others to do so.

Repetition: Every repetition of defamatory words is a fresh publication and creates a fresh cause of action against each and every successive publisher. Thus a libel which is printed will bring liability to the author, printer and publisher. This liability extends to secondary publishers eg. Newsagents and booksellers.

Defences: There are various defences available, but all are subject to certain conditions/requirements. The defences are:

1. Offer of amends (an offer to publish an apology or correction and pay damages)
   
2. Justification (Defendant may prove that words allegedly defamatory were true)
   
3. Fair Comment (must be on a matter of public interest, and must be an opinion based on true facts and must be fair)
   
4. Absolute privilege (Parliamentary and Judicial Privilege)
   
5. Qualified privilege (Privileged Reports of parliamentary and judicial proceedings)
   
   

Remedies: The normal remedy in a defamation action is a suitable correction or apology and/or damages. Punitive or Exemplary damages may be awarded in a libel action where the defendant divided to publish a libel, calculating that the possible damages would not be exceeded by the profit they would make on the book/publication.

HAHAHA

I haven't blogged in forever so I thought I'd leave a message stating how I feel....entertained.


p.s I hope yu have all noticed my lack of comment on the gay Denis, I just have nothing to say. Thats the truth but then again HAHAHAHAHHA

p.s.2 The Job seekers diary will be back up later this week as I resume the hunt....

be good

HAHAHAHA
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A last and lasting impression

I had an interesting experience at a newly opened restaurant the other day.

Only typical of myself, we didnt visit the restaurant at my instance- so u should be convinced that it isn't a greasy fries hole, but an expensive big menu establishment, the kind where the watchman in a most arrogant fashion, dispels customers who walk into the premises!

NWAY! This guy of mine who’s studying in the UK and who was unable to trace till very recently, decides to throw dinner before he bounces…enuf history. So we have some nice food, lovely duck etc etc and I must say that as we ate and chatted we really were enjoying the ambience and the quality of food, music and crowd generally. Upto this point, it was a joint that I would advise anyone to go to, I’d rated it that highly. now after the lovely meal, we had some drinks and thereafter called for the bill.

Unfortunately for the establishment, at that exact moment, you will not guess what went scurrying across the wall and right beside my friend’s foot. Yep, A RAT!!! (a baby rat, meaning the mother and the rest of the litter were hanging around somewhere…) Boy! oh! Boy! I felt the food churning in my stomach; I almost recalled it all out just to spite the negligent restaurant manager.

And the worst was yet to occur! The Indian owners, having noticed the rodent, decide that they shall kill it ASAP and with the closest thing possible- THE MENU!

Did I not write off the restaurant? Of course I did. And anyone, sorry everyone I know will hear of it and be advised to be wary of the restaurant and the menu!

Does anyone want to know the name of the Restaurant?

Asiyekujua..hakudhamini..

Not sure if I was more ashamed or excited to hear and read about the traditions and cultures of Kenya from a someone who I dont consider to be Kenyan(Jens Finke is the name of the author/publisher of the site).

The site is frighteningly yet delightfully exhaustive and is completely a voluntary project. How can we bestow the huge responsibility of propergating our authentic culture to a "mgeni"? Are we not as passionate about our culture are these jungus are? someone demistify this one for me...right after you sorora the site for your own edification. hehe you might learn a thing or two about YOUR people.

Kudos though to Jens. Hope this spurs ACTION(too much thought going on) amongst we Kenyans.

Thought u had the 411?

Are you in the loop? well after reading this vicious exposition on the capitalFM staff(an email currently makings its rounds) you'll definitely have something to talk about at that next drinking spree u go for....

Tuendelee ama tusiendeleeeeee?????!!!!

NB SHOCK AND AWE(??!!) on the whole Cess Mutungi vibe... bloody Wayne and his troupe whould be brought to trial!!!!!

NB2 Pole to all those folks who werent in nai..this will be kinda meaningless if you dont know or havent heard the personalities....just play along sawa?

NB3 Link fixed to htmlfile - thanks Kenyan pundit

NB4 the views expressed in the link do not reflect this blog-author's opinion..i am just, shall we say..the bearer of the bad news....

from hero to zero....maybe back to hero?

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.gotta share this with u.imagine i went on our coast trip all syked to hook up wit long lost souls,having done well in my studies.fast fwd.....coast was a blast blah blah....reopen uni.so am chillin for grades to be posted just to confirm what i knew.that i had read well and my folks need not fret.so results are posted,i get online and hook into the network. math was swell had an A.english was a breeze another A.macroeconomics gave me stress b4 the finals so the C was expected but i'll review it wit the lecturer. world civilization grades weren't ready.then the guy missed the deadline by like a week. when he finally does post them, i gotta a D! comrades,the guy did 2me what bush did to saddam...shock&awe!
i was speechless!was in a comp class when i checked so everyone looked at me funny when i shot to my feet hurlin unmentionables at the comp.i look for the lecturer for 4 days before i find him,coz he's a temporary.he says "kijana u didnt do the final exam i dont have ur grades."
am like, "what u mean?i didnt miss any exam and i was the 1st guy out of the exam room havin handed in my paper!"
so he says i go check for my paper at the fac.block where papers are stored. i search for a while b4 finding it. Imagine i had a 92% in the final and 77% in my essay,a straight clean A!
i had fear coz my folks would flip!from a GPA of 3.7 to like 2.6 coz some guy didnt do his job well.they'd kill me,me having campaigned for the coast trip on account of having done well.
anyway,i know that was long.gotta go home to help my sis with her presentation at work.

kui,will give u vikki's number then u guys can do ur girlie thing without me nowin abt it.....
much luv to y'all!!
oh kui,wats up with Shiko?
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Maasai hip hop?

Just when i thought kenyan hip hop had it made...two word for all those budding artists: DISTRIBUTION CHAIN!!!

this tz hip-hop group xplastaz is going to make it BIG. mark my words nameless, wahu, neccessary noize. I mean i havent even heard their music, but man their marketing is off the hook. peep the link muone.

To me the formula for internaional acclaim(and the the riches) for kenyan artistes is simple:
exploit popoluar native culture and seamlessly fuse it with an pervasive music genre and viola..u have a HIT concept. need mathematical proof > check it out:

LUO culture + urban hiphop = GidiMaji
= arguably most succesful kenyan hiphop/rap group

Zulu culture + smooth Jazz = Wes
= Kama humjui tafadhali fanya research and chanuka by force(Buy his CD ..amazing)

Thus the conlcusion of my hypothesis:
Maasai culture + underground hiphop (+ good distribution +marketing ) = Xplastaz = HIT.

Havent even heard their music yet.

Saturday night favours

Sema...
WAngu i was going through the standard and nation looking for that kam author you told me about (whos name went in and out of my ear) ..in my blazing pursuit of literature i came across this interesting peice on
executives: Saturday night favours

I would definitely like to hear ur input on this one...

Hope ur all good. Me? WEll gettting busier and my blogs will get proportionately shorter, but not spareser i hope.
Peer pressure is a bitch..i will fill you in on that one kesho.

hmmmnnn.... title will do

Wsup good people.

I would believe that you are enjoying every bit of this life- the lousy assignments, the difficult girlfriends, the amazing boyfriends, depressing GPAs, well-deserved hang-overs, dusty BMX bikes et al.!
I’m finally on break from campus, or at least I’m meant to believe that I am for like 1.5 months. There’s this drunk of a lecturer, who opted to lose our exam scripts, at least a good number of them, and then those that he didn’t lose, he opted not to mark them and instead fabricated grades for ‘em. So now after like 2 yrs, the campus catches onto this ... Man’s very un-ingenious conduct and orders that we, innocent and diligent- oh so diligent students have to resit the exams. And having only one year left in campus- I have to spend the next 6 weeks relearning the unit. [God just shouted in my ear: QUIT COMPLAINING! And I shall oblige]

(I anxiously need/want to rejoin to the recent blogs)

Dennis:
i) Your idea of writers block is strangely very many pages of blog… I printed it out and it was two pages (of two columns each!) writers block indeed- you should start a column!

ii) I have a motion picture in my mind of deno running like a DONKEY ON HEAT inspired by the McGill bureaucracy… I doubt you’l hear the end of this ha ha ha! I must endeavor to get a motion pic of a real running DONKEY ON HEAT lol!
Lakini I trust you got all your approvals despite the frustrating personnel and the good laugh.

iii) You must be paying quite some tax, if it warrants the receipt of tax refunds. For Nathan’s enlightenment, I went to the trouble to check our Kenyan Income Tax, Chapter 405 of the Laws of Kenya, and indeed tax refunds are not really dreams but do occur quite frequently, albeit perhaps a bit slower because of the inherent slow process at the times towers. Section 105 of the Act reads,

If it is proved to the satisfaction of the commissioner (of income tax) that, in respect of a year of income, tax has been paid by … a person, whether directly or by deduction or otherwise, which is in excess of the amount payable by that person as finally determined in respect of that year of income, the Commissioner shall refund the amount of the excess, together with any interest which may be payable thereon under this Act to the person entitled.

In our case it seems to occur (ie refund) only in the event of excess payment, I don’t how it works in Canada? Advise. A guy of mine in Australia told me s-thing to the effect that, the their Government refunds the full ama part of the tax paid by an individual if his income or tax payable is below a particular cut-off… thus broke or low earning dudes don’t pay much or at all.

iv) This pal of yours who’s hooking up a wife for convenience purposes might not have spoken to you because perhaps you might have come across as kidogo judgmental or self-righteous or just difficult to talk to. Look back and ponder bout it, I often find it prudent to search for my share of blame or responsibility, before I apportion it to any other person….. now swing over the dynamics of the vibe; I might want to hook myself wit a citizen-mummy (vis. Sugar-mommy)

Nathan/Nate/ etc:

i) I’m glad u mentioned Vicky… not so that we discuss the fruitfulness of any relations, or the sexy nature of you Scorpios….. lakini how’s she doing? U heard from her? Got her email address?

ii) Tax refunds actually happen in Kenya, though as noted above, I believe it only happens in the event of excess payment. Perhaps Wangu could advise us on that.

iii) Now you guys who went to coast ought to be PROHIBITED from posting tit-bits of stories like advertisements of a great adventure! If you want to tell us about contents of Denno’s cooler and its effects to Chris, or bout Mr. Bigfish- you best tell the full story!!! Angie as well ought to tell us about the COOCOO FIVE and the DODGY FRENCH MEN. Fill us in guys (Wangu, help me rub this in!!!)

ANGIE GACHUI: I need to form an opinion and/or impression of your good self, so please blog more and more! Karibu to the “distinguished insane place of ramblings”!

DAVID ISIAHO: Its been quite a while since we heard from Isiaho, any idea. YOU OUT THERE????? Holla!

THOMAS, I’m looking to buy a book to read over the next month or so. Any ideas? Fiction or non-fiction.

I’m sure you’ve all figured by now that I’ve not said much bout myself and my success story… lol! Will soon. Stay alive people and LET US ALL SUPPORT THE WEBSITE OF DENNIS’ SOCIAL LIFE! lol!

Can BRIAN MWANJILA please show his face!!!!!!

keep it going

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. 1st, to Isiaho. Damn boy its been so long last time i saw u was that brief moment in LAkeside. Hows the going bro? Same ol' Nathan man. Jus trying to Push on. And dont tell me u didnt know, all the cool Scorpios are sexy. Not one to floss, but look at Deno and I. Ask Kui and Vikki respectively if u wanna confirm.....
Denis bro, life is like that. No matter wat unis tell u, 98% of all the work falls on u.That includes pestering for advice/recommedations/approvals/re-marks,etc. But am jealous that u get paid by the govt. Thats a dream for us guys. Imagine ngata went up again since u went, its at 70.99 now. Got me thinking about dusting off my old BMX and riding to uni. For real am looking for a mobike.saw a nice Kawasaki 400cc twincam 16valve wine-red....sweet!
I guess we all take a few things for granted. Like Deno sez, am a lucky guy.Got a beautiful,considerate,loving,caring,supportive,fun,cuddly,sweet,funny lady who brightens up my days. I ask myself,"Am i deserving of her?"but God has been good to me,got nice friends like u,her so it cant be bad.
Forward PLanning
times have changed from the time of our folks.They only needed to clear high sch and they were good. If they went to uni for a 1st degree,they had made it big. I f they went further, they were gods. We need to plan ahead. A wise guy once told me u gotta plan for atleast 50 yrs ahead in three basic steps:

1. short term eg.now,next wk,next month
2. mid-term eg. 5-10 yrs
3. long term eg 15+yrs

so i leave u with that coz this is getting a bit long,and some guys will wonder who let this geezer in. To kina cherry and the other guys i dont know,hope to get to know y'all better.gotta blaze,got mad assignments to do?

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A Job seekers diary-Finally some form of response

Day 5

SO here I am fifth day on the road. I really need to get my ass on teh tarmac more squarely as adviced by my guru Kibet.

Only reason I hit the dirt today was to go to that interview for that job I was telling you about earlier. Great interview. Caught me offguard though.I thought it swould be the gruelling stuff I heard about in England. However these eople didn't have any real questions for me. No real whats your plan in five years what can you give to the company felt like they had already had a long day. Anyway it was a really fun experience since they were really nice and polite all round.

Efficiency I tell you this afternoon I got a phone call saying that i didn't get the job. Sad as it may be that i didn't get the first job I got interviewed for it gave me some faith that the system is actually working.

I'm now mulling over my regection and scheming up a plan to get a job soonest as has been my practice the last two weeks.


APART FROM THAT


I have successfully been kept entertained by the likes of Nathan and Denis whats up with the rest of you bloggers. However I'm afraid Nathan is going to tell all our secrets from coast and the rest of you will never stop laughing at me (dramaqueen that I am) but well I guess I'll leave it to Nathan


Wish me luck on my next interview hopefully I won't be so aggressive or diagreeable about the salary.


HOLA
and let God take care of you

Back in Mtl

OK. That was a {fill in zany word of choice here} week. I have clearly been experiencing some serious case of writers block, disorientation, and one major hangi this fine saturday Afte.

In the past week i have

1) realised the true meaning of the word beauracracy:
I ran around mcgill like a donkey on heat chasing after advisors and professors. That running around was obviously slowed down by the exasperating , world renown red tape we experience here at mcgill i.e. the ridikyulously long lines in any administrative office. this feeling of annoyance was further heightened by the feeling that none of these new part time faculty desk clerks really kn0w anything about the information they were giving. No faculty wants jurisdiction over anything. So the tiny insignificant student should be sent around faculty after faculty trying to convince them that it IS their job to give me approval for a certain course.
In the midst of my growing frustration i did come accross one Lady at the faculty of engineering who was rather organised, and believe me, i showered her with praise. She was quick, to the point, and admitted to not knowing when indeed she had no clue. Turns out she seemed to help me most out of the hundereds of faculty personell i saw past 4 days. So silver lining, maybe..but the line gets swept away but the overwhelming winds of BEAURACRACY in this institution.

2) There is sometimes a good apple in the barrel of bad ones..
I experienced my first Tax return! among my stunning load of bills recieved during my 2 month vacation to Kenya was 4 cheques from the goverment of canada and the gvt of Quebec. Now coming from a country where taxes and thier intent vanish into the cynic air of the city, This was rather a big deal for me. Money? from the gvt? for simply filing my returns? I am still trying to grapple with the meaning of all of this. There must be catch. No infinite lineups at Times towers or Nyayo house, no hassle of filing them(in fact i paid someone 15 bucks to do them for me),. Workshops, software and the internet to show you how? I should be paying them!

3)You think you know..but u dont!
Ambition, while the greatest proppelant to success, will also be the uncontrollable motor to disaster for those that let it get the best of them..... I have a friend, who i thought I was fairly close to. This is a person you have grown to like, have helped numerously without expecting anything in return just out of admiration of their character.
Shortly, I am hearing from the most unexpected of sources, that the dude is getting hitched. You know the story..this is no ordinary ceremony. This is one of those propelled by ambition. One of those in a desperate pursuit of what we like to call the 'key to the canadian/american city' - the work permit/residency makaratisi's. Heeeneway, it turns out this 'friend' either felt too much shame admitting this to me or thought i would somehow deviously hamper his master plan. My unexpected source makes it clear that the latter was the sum of his fears.
Am i more disturbed at his not telling me or at the reason for him not telling me? Either way it left a bitter taste in the mouth having to hear this from someone esle. THere are more dynamics to the story wheich i would love to divulge , but are beyond the point of this here paragraph.

4) Start planning early.
I am already having doubts as to whether ill be able to hack getting into grad school right after I graduate. This is Mid september. Most Applicaitons are due early March. Not nearly enuff time to kiss lots of potential reference ass, prepare and take my GMAT/GRE, start coaxing the zachs to prepare for anaa tremendous outpout of fees for the next 2 years, figure myself out for my essays and personal statement(probly most difficult task), Up my GPA by dramaticaly in 2 semesters; wow..it just occured to me as i wrote that sentence that i should first of all kiss my socla life goodbye. Moral of the story? start thinking about graduate school like 3 years earler. No really. 3 years is good time. My bro tells me about people who take this ardent task more than seriously: finding mentors, taking classes on handling the applicaiton process, on how to kiss ass etc etc...THis worries me a great deal. DO i stand a chance?

Ok in accordance with this new realisaiton of how badly organised i have to be to get through with this year, allow me to bail. Saturday yes, but lots of this i have to get rollin. Starting with taking a shower.(yes it is 4pm).. I smell not too good.

For u newbies at virtaul insanity - karibuni . Do us proud. Blog atleast once a day. Hopefully i wont be the only sad individual whos social life is reduced to a website.

One love.

coming of age

.damn!i admit am rather slow at this technological advancement thing,so bite me! Britain was in the dark ages longer than anyone else,but look at them now.
Hi there. Am Nathan, 21, sexy Scorpio is my sign. Incase ur asking who let the mad guy in,u got Kui and Deno to thank/curse.
For all those who didnt make it to coast when we went,twas a blast!Mad fun, guys hitting on kina Shiko and Kui on the way to the hotel (dont tell anyone, but they quietly admitted they liked the attention they got from the matatu guys). Coast is a plan,and Deno was a genius for carrying the cooler, whose contents got the better of Chris when we went for a ride on Deno's "yacht" Brazil! Hope y'all remember Mr. BigFish....
got more drama but for now gotta fly, the lunch line in the cafeteria is beckoning. Brace urselfs.....

Nate
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A Jobseekers Diary ctd

Day Three:

On this particular day I dropped of my CV at a relatively decent oganisation no speaking to any snobbish secretaries just dropping it off in a box whee someone malicious could easily get a hold of it and trash it.

Meet up with my dad for lunch and go home because Nairobi h\is just getting a bit hot for me.

That weekend my dad meets the MD of the first ever companyI've went to and he is excited about meeting me talk about what its like for egineers in the Kenyan market...etc.. I'm like cool dude thats a bomb.

Did I mention I'd started questioningthis whole need to know someone business. I mean isnn't knowig God a sufficient requirement. WEll technically things wouldn't be working out this way if it wasn't so thank God....


DAY 4

GO back to the snobbish lady and ask to see the MD and she's like oh whats your name , and where are you from etc. nd call the office of the dud ati theres some girl here wanting to see the MD, I'm telling you I was like slow down woman its not like I want your job..

Anyway after a proffessional waitI get to see the dude who immediatly goes into offering me a months placement with pomise of a job once a position opens up. HELLO I thought we were discussing what goes on in Kenya for us engineers. SO he says but you have to meet my techical guy and prove your technical know how so I say aiight. Technical guy was in a meeting.. anywya dude says hey I saw your CV last week and have short listed you for a Job...(anyone seeing higher powers at work) yeah interview is within the next two weeks you should hear from me soon. And I'm thinking all well and good however I'm toatlly confused. Like have the two of themnot talked this over is it teh job or the internship...anywy i leave this to the MD to mull over and I go home.Good company by the way so I hope i get in and revolutionalize it with my own brand of genious and big smile...

I better go . Too much yapping while I should be preparing for my interview...

more on this later

XXX
By the way huge welcome to Brian and Nanthan can't wait to here from you guys

A Job seekers diary

Hey all, I figure since I've managed to somehow graduate before all of you I should do the mature thing and share my job seeking experience just so you guys know just how tough life is out here(yeah right!!!)


DAY ONE

Appropriately selected to coincide with the first of the month (new month new things) and Denis' departure.

Wake up early. wear that suit, put on that make-up and obviously remind myself my ultimate hope is in my father above. So full of syke I am off on my spree( I won't name the places I've been to just in case someone wired reads this and starts stalking)
SO first two company's I visit teach my my first lesson in Job hunting you are nobody unless you know somebody. My humble smile filled enquiries into the HR departments is met by a cold stare or emotionless smile and a prompt just leave your CV here(i.e reception)

Ok I can take that I have nutured strength of spirit to shield me...(Desiderata)

Have lunch and I'm really tired at this point. GO to see my aunt coz she works at one of the places I am applying to and heres where I learn the real truth about job hunting.
YOU NEED TO BE CONNECTED.

So she decieds I really don't want to be working in that company and have better prospects elswhere,. IN a few hours I have an appointment to see the DMD of the said company the next morning. AN inside quip into the company I'd been to earlier and end up meeting someone at the company I've been dying to work for who by the way is going to try hook me up. I mean what is the deal, can't an ordinary level Kenyan get a job?

Did I mention I've been ogled at and handed a business card already today ..MEN.....what can I say, glad I found me a good one.

Meet Wangu after hours for a coffee and its my most refreshing moment . Catch bus home (after fighting to get in by the way) Goodnight first day. Have an appointment 8.00am tommorow. See ya then.


DAY TWO

Wake up at 6.00am to make it to this place. Get hit on by the tout and boy I think i'll just get used to the unrequited attention from men.(ok I'm vain)

See the said DMD and get him to agree to forward me and my plight to the parties concerened. chat endlessly to my aunt and finally decide it is time to do some actual tarmacking for a change.

So its of to another company. With my aunts introduction obviously.I get past the snobbish receptionist once again. Meet another man who wants to know everything about me and thinks he can have my number...........
Anyway get to chat to this connection who takes my cv and promises to forward tis . At this juncture I'm hoping my next lesson is not never trust anyone. Go up a few more floors and sit for ages as I wait to hand in my CV . Another lesson being the begger you really can't be a chooser.

Finally drop of CV I've enjoyed my second day just as much as the first and guess what been asked for my number again............ But lets just stop counting.

Oh Chris leaves tonight. so hooray another dinner with the absolutely fantastic MKA alumni(and i'm not just saying that coz you are all gonna read it) But sad to see chris go. by the way Denis is it gonna rain today???


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see ya all later
Let God take care of you

introducing...................ME

.helloo!!!
so now a bunch of you are wondering...ok? who is this? and what is she doing on our blog!!! Be Easy...im about to introduce myself!!!!!
ahemm...ahemmm
soo...my namess are... Angela Gachui better known as Angie
I was invited to your distinguished insane place of ramblings by Denis who I met in Montreal and whos my buddy sana!!!! (i swear..i aint forcing)
I live in Canada....London (i swear there is a place called London in Canada) and Im studying Political Science and Sociology at the University of Western Ontario, Im graduating in June 2005 so y'all are all invited.
emmm.....so ur wondering why i was invited...ati coz i was in coasto with COOCOO FIVE(and if u dont know who that is....ask those who were in coasto at Plaza Beach) which by the way was RIDICULOUS...yaaaniii STUPIIDDDD ,.... yaani...lets just say...sitasema
ok...im not going to say too much more coz i may start to tarnish whatever little impression u have of me...so lets just say...heres to new friends...dodgy french men at strange hotels...life, musiq adn BLOGS!
blessings

ps..the moment i get the photographic evidence frm the coasto i will post it up here.

Nairobbery homecoming:

Not sure which is worse; the fact that after 22 years, a man is welcomed back by a pistol whipping; or the fact that the same dire themes he so passionately wrote about have been resurrected so brutally through this attack.

Truth be told, after the horror of hearing about it , then reading the article , I felt Nuthing but shame as a kenyan. I havent browsed the web leo for global news, but i can only imagine the disgust with which the international community will reel back in. He was their own..What will they do to us outsiders if we ever make the insane decision to come down there and visit.

As Lucy Oraing so eloquently put it, the wounds of this mindless act will remain so much longer than their physical ones.

Pray for this nation, and Ngugi and his wife , and yes, those mindless thugs who continue to plunder this nations most prized capital: its citizens. And that bloody police commisionner Ali.

How can anyone feel safe in this city when a CELEB staying at secured apartments a few minutes away from CENTRAL POLICE STATION gets viciously attacked.

This only strengthens my resolve that kweli if its your day, its your day. Not to sound like a lunchtime roadside preacher or anything, but We live by the grace.

This is how we treat our returning exiles...

Not sure which is worse; the fact that after 22 years, a man is welcomed back by a pistol whipping; or the fact that the same dire themes he so passionately wrote about have been resurrected so brutally through this attack.

Truth be told, after the horror of hearing about it , then reading the article , I felt Nuthing but shame as a kenyan. I havent browsed the web leo for global news, but i can only imagine the disgust with which the international community will reel back in. He was their own..What will they do to us outsiders if we ever make the insane decision to come down there and visit.

As Lucy Oraing so eloquently put it, the wounds of this mindless act will remain so much longer than their physical ones.

Pray for this nation, and Ngugi and his wife , and yes, those mindless thugs who continue to plunder this nations most prized capital: its citizens. And that bloody police commisionner Ali.

How can anyone feel safe in this city when a CELEB staying at secured apartments a few minutes away from CENTRAL POLICE STATION gets viciously attacked.

This only strengthens my resolve that kweli if its your day, its your day. Not to sound like a lunchtime roadside preacher or anything, but We live by the grace.

Nairroberry: day thirty something

been a while since i last did my thing; what can i say: Nairobberry has taken its toll on me.
Seven fifty something and not even two sentences..I had a grande plan how i would blog you folks to smitherines but spent the better portion of the hour making rounds in this forsaken city looking for an internet cafe that was not busy waiting for their technician to get out of his sheets.

Anyway I will stop whining. I am wrapping around myself the image of a crying lil punk who'll never be satisfied. Truth is I LOVE this city. Forget about the 'Joue de vive' of montreal - this place is alive in a way that few can describe. I am reading this book called kwani? (part 2) - a collection of Nairobi/Kenyan style narratives that capture the socio-economic culture pretty well. Highly suggested read for anyone abroad feeling like they need an Instant peice of home.

The rev has worn me out..I have made it a pact to spend more time at home with my folks. They have always been uneasy about my allegiance to my social life, one clinging for its dear existence. It is a harsh change for them i guess..from the days that I abhored night life and would stay home and watch soaps with my ol lady or eat a calm , paced dinner with my dad without the myraid of phone interruptions inquiring about when and where tonights plot was.
When my folsk got Cats beginning of this year, it became clear they were missing something.
I hate to say this , but i actually sort of miss their company as well
..so i have to think of ideas to spruce up our time together. I recently started a bible study with my mom - so every Monday Jionis she takes pride in sitting me and my cuzo down and running the show. Great fun aki..we always have these long protracted discussions that have become the basis of my faith and understanding of the word. Our most recent conclusion was to start my mom a blog where she can air out all her mini sermons!! I never thought the day would come that my ol lady would become excited about technology. Alleluyah it is here.
The zacks..hmmmm still trying to work that one out. Wanted to take them out to dinner to some authentic swahili restaurant somewhere coz he likes going out..sucks their bloody standards are so high. Feel free to drop me any ideas.

Coasto is HAPPENING next week. Cant wait. more on that soon..

One love. Get your blog on.

Nairobbery: A day at the market

The trading floor:
The floor consists of a large white board separated my columns, with
each listed company habiting a row. This my friends , is where all the action is. This is where millions and cents get thrown around; to the untrained eye a trading sesison seems like a pandemonium of agitated monkeys in red suits ,but look closer and you will find there is great method to their madness. Trading goes on from 10am to 12 pm Monday to Friday(yes ONLY 2 HOURS a day).

So how do deals get made? How is brockering executed? how can something so complex be just be written on a board????? Ok cowboy hoold ya horses.. super busy and instead send your trusted aid with cash to buy you whatever you want. Now imagine every one else including the traders are just as busy, and send their trusted
aides as well. So all trusted aides get to gikosh and realise hmmmmmmm interesting... we have all this money & property that doesnt belong to us - how bout we make some good use of it
and hope to make our masters happy?? So trouble starts brewing in Paradi-ehem gikosh, and the scheming begins.

So we come to board writing - the archaic respected skill of writing
bids and offers on the board. Not as easy as it sounds..the floor
is abound with trickery and deceit: Ok dealer willing to sell of 100 shares of Mumias Sugar shouts to Mr Chief board writer,
clearly indicating offer price and volume. This is chorwad in the offer column with the broker being identified by a fixed code known to all. Bids are carried out in the same open-air-market-like fashion. Brokers can overbid and under offer each other for the same security, all subject to price spreads.

Price spreads...nothing complicated..just upper and lower bounder limits placed on each share price based on their previous trading value. Somewhat sheilds them from drastic devaluation/appreciation
tactics applied by brokers all the time.

So if a bid and offer come within two spreads the deal is closed at the ave. price of the bid and offer..eg..if
spread: 0.05 bid: 10.10 offer:10: the deal closes at:10.15 for as much supply meets demand. The bid and offer can come between one spread, in which case the deal is closed at the offer price.

So ardent interns like myself master this anatomy of a trade and insert closed deals as they occur into their oracle databases...when i'm not doing this i'm trying to infer as much as my technical
non-business mind can from these market fluctuations in order to build a virtual portfolio. I have sworn to myself to start investing, and let me swear again..jus one little thing I'm missing: the chumz!! I was super inspired by Way South's blogging and suddenly Debt is not such a taboo for me anymore. I guess that officially make me a Capitalist.

Notice how closed the market trading is to the investor, who has no clue of the real time trades Unless ofcourse he skives jobo to come to the veiwing booth at the floor, or calls his broker company, who will have to call their on floor brokers for a querry. Completely ridikyulas. At first I couldnt understand how such relevant dynamic info could be withheld form the investor, but hey, the market has survived thus far.

The prices you see on financial news on TV are the days averaged prices. In an world where the phrase TIME IS MONEY holds so much weight, You cannot imagine the amount of time being wasted. I find it odd that this doesnt seem to be an issue for many at the NSE, whose job it is to make the market as investor friendly & timely.

The Brokers:

It came as no shock that the broker langua franca is KYUK!!! My guy if your a jeng or a chut, ebu brush up on your 'aterere' lest u forever remain outside the lucrative hush-hush loop of security dealing. There are 28 listed broker COmpanies, each of home send 1-3 brokers to the floor every morning. Each bring their own strategies and personalities t the floor, which can help or hurt the market on
any Given day. All the same heres how ive come to break it down..

1) The methodical, ritualistic.
As certain as death and taxes, This dude will walk in 10 minutes before trading time, issue the same practiced greeting, and will never appear excited.
Highly disciplined, he spends most of his time scratching his beard analysing
his sparse trading schedule. I like this guy.

2) the comic
This clown sees it is his duty to draw out any possible humour, has a loud annoying laugh, and true to his title cracks up most of the other brokers.Consequently he is taken less seriously, and his cleints may essentially suffer. Nice guy overall. More than half of his time is spent making roundspicking on other brokers.

3) the high roller
My personal fav. This guy either belongs to Standard Stocks or CFCS (big timers in the industry) and spend their time switching between two of their cell phones in relatively loud aggressive tones. This dude doesnt deal in 'spare change' trades..we are talking deals in the hundereds of thousands plus. His ego is bursting out of his frame, and he is masquarading on the urban legends/bar talk perpetuated amongst the brokers.

4) the iron lady
As if to make a LOUD statement in this male dominated genre, she ALWAYS dresses to KILL, with her cleavage doing the talking. Never having the time for (the many)petty chauvenist advances, it becomes clear that this is a chic with a plan. No game, no nonesense. always quick and edgy on the floor.

5) The silent
THis dude never sez a word. Always jus staring at some document or blankly in the air. Probly on some sort of trading probation from his parent company. Not a very happy camper.

6) the professional
Slightly older than the average, this seasoned broker doesnt say too little nor say too much. Doesnt really take part in trading, just waltzs around looking important and keep a close watch on the trades incase the Boss calls from the office. Usually comes paired with a slave broker formt he same company.


The investment options:
This one requires an whole blog altogether....


The general market trends:
The NSE is a TINY market by world standards , making it very susceptible to brokering firm manipulation. Larger market places like the NYSE, FTSE etc are hardly affected due to the size of the market. Here i believe given a fair amount of time (and whether they realize it or not), these 50 something odd brokers can honestly plot to crash the market.

So generally material info concerning a is the biggest influence on share price as in all other markets. Time of the year plays a big role; usally the market fairs better at the beginning of the year
and peaks at febuary, after which investor hopes are start dying away.

This year the market has slumped from their crazy growth last year.. u know the mantra- buy low sell high. Now is your chance.

My advice to you:
INVEST.QUICK.THERE IS NO RETURN WITHOUT RISK.

Hello ALL

Yes its me
I'm back from the dead..... Actually its no real death I've just had the nastiest internet experience since before the internet begun. Well I have been blogging since I got here but haven't had a chance to upload so heres my dirt in brief::::

21st July 2004

I hop on that plane at Heathrow and i'm thinking no way am I turning around absolutely not. so after a rather bumpy ride very terrible weathe over northa sfrica I touch down in the motherland.Have no real clue as to who  I'm really meeting at the airport. So anyway I meet this super nice guy on the plane. Offers to carry my bags buys me chocolate asks for my number the works..anyway I decline the bag handling but couldn't say no to the chocolates cos they aren't even for me so even if he wekas kamuti its not my eef. Slooooooow queue at the stamping area but by now the authorities think I'm withthis dude so they rush me through. Get my bags easy peasy and I'm off to declare that i have nothing to declare. My new found friend goes through before me and the guy at the desk once again assumes I'm with him so no questions are asked.Huge throng of people at the welcome home joint and silly KUI isn't wearing her contacts so I can't even see. So I'm walking out like a girl on a mission and I hear the most wonderful voice in the world say my name..No its not my mother just my best friend in the world D, so hey i'm like soo happy and relieved and my welcoming commitee just gets bigger with my sweetie Shiku and finally my dad. Its of to some club for the night though and I almost got back on the plane at the sight of my  room...... My goodness what a rip off..... Can I really survive Kenya?????    My hearts really and truly convinced that I can't. I go to bed totally disturbed wondering what kind of mess I got myself into.....

 
22nd July 2004

Get up early fnd a note from my dad meet for breakfast at 10:00am. Something else begins to dawn on me.......I have to start saying daddy may I all over again....Can I hack it......???? Anywya I walk aroung Nairobi. Rush to the NSE to say hello to Denis only to find the man not hard at work......is this a technical appearance job he's pulling....I later discover he had a close shave with the cops.Forgiven... What now. Well I hola at my sis and then chagne some money coz I really have none. Its great to be home afterall...air smells right people look normal and my hearts at peace. After breakfast (at 12:00noon trust my dad) we head home.
Get home sleeeeeeeeep..

 
23rd July

UNeventful go see my aunt. Acquire a line so hola

My number is 0720384527 best use it or I'll not be too pleased. Seeing as i had to rememeber it.

 

24th July

Get my car a very tiny and old toyota pick up, but who cares I'm mobile. Little do Iknow since the folks have been letting everyone at work drive it tovarious errands its not the same baby I knew a while back. Give my frienda  ride to her place and halfway there....the car JAMS..... what the heck am I going to do. My dad is God knows where My mom is still in UK and I'm in the middle on nowhere.   Thank God for mobile phones we manage to salvage a rescue operation.
Drive home quite shaken Watch Project Fame all evening for comfort.

 
25th July

Church...Good stuff Nice to be back. Not too used to the singing but i can hack it.   Give my frined a ride home. Halfway back home the gears jam>>>>>>>>>>AAAAARgh what to do.Anyway Get some sense back int0 the vehicle, which by the way won't open up through the drivers side. GO home disgruntled.
Find dad awake . Asks for the papers...I can't even be bothered to go back into town for them. Who men get into that death trap agian....no way!!!!!!!!!

 
26th July

Wake up and ask my dad for permission to go to Nakuru. I think He's suffering from severe paranoia. He won't let me take a mat. He would rather reorganise his schedulea dn take me himself. Anyway what the heck.There goes half the day. gfet to Nakuru late afternoon by the time I'm hooking up with Chris'O the days' over.  Anywya it was worth the look. Great to see him bearded hunk of a man,Wangu....pay close attention to that..

 
27th

the Full shags trip. Yaanmi I don't even have reception I went boldly where safaricom hasn't gone before. But i don't mind this Friday I'm seeing my peeps. You'all gonna be in MKA right? See ya then.

But yeah I get the full treatment. Have a  poor chicken killed in my honour almost had a goat done too but i threatened to make a call to the KSPCA (yeah right)

28th July

Get home. Make my dad some breakfast tell him about my elaborate plans to go to Nai this weekend and get a huge rebuttal. I can hardly believe It. I am mad as hell. I can't believe it. Do they still depot stowaways because I'm seriously considering it. I'm going crazy!!!!!!!!!! WHat is he thinking. Thats where you find me today at a very slow internet joint I discovered venting my frustrations out on this poor blog.....

BLOG ON
and let God take care of you

 
Na huo ndio Muktasari wa habari

Nairobbery: day 27

Funny how the mind plays tricks of relativity on you..Nai suddenly seems like this huge metropolitan city bustling with life and perpetual activity...Ok atleast compared to Meru, where i spent the better part of my weekend. It was just a few weeks ago when it seems like this tiny excuse for a town when arrived from Montreal.

At meru i enjoyed the simple timeless pleasures that are make up country life - taking long walks with the folks, up and down the tea farms, dropping in on folks uninvited and getting welcomed with mounds of steaming irio and chai, and jus lazing o the grass refreshed by the fact that there are no phones ringing, no hooting matatu drivers, no paperwork to attend to, and no annoying Spanish- translated soap on tv to endure through.
Ok granted, this doesnt sound very exciting, matter of fact these are THE exact reasons i hated shaggs so much a few years ago.
I enjoyed it nonetheless.

Herbal Chicken soup (with real Mitishamba, none of the fake marketting ploys currently rampant in the city), Mayai's (as organic as they come), full cream milk fresh off the udder, Bioled Kienyeji kuku, Yams ; all while listening to my 80 year ol grandfather: it dont get no beeetter(a la cassiddy).

My granddad crib what ive always liked to think of as the as deep inside the bundus as you can get. So distant from this civilization that we have become so accustomed to. One of the places where TV will be the next big thing some decades to come. No stima, no phones, no running water.
Or so i thought. Shock, as the kenyan lingo dictates, be on me. I watched in pleasant surprise the electric poles and wires spanning far into the heart of Mbwinjiru village. The cell phone phenom had perpretrated relentlessly as well.

Whoever said meru was the pothole capital of Africa can meza a wembe. The roads are IMMACULATE. Atleast most of them are. Super impressed with my Home town...enyewe i am being shameless. I cant ati suddenly rukia theplace i disowned half of my childhood now that its looking up. Mytrue home is NAiroberry.

One love.

Nairrobery : day 23

OK if you ever catch me talking of the ills of corruption...someone, please weka me upside the head..hard. I will surely deserve it after today...

Super Late for work leo this morning..I am in robot mode..everything i do is perfunctory beyond measure..I'm doing everything possible to minimise my lateness.
So Jump into the car,and driving like a madman i am , but no leo i have to be slick.
You see the rest of Nairobi folk in cars are jus dumb and I have allll the answers..How can they be so blind as not to use the Westlands road(the one leading from graffins going alongside Bubbles/toona tree) to get into museum hill roundabout(vs waiyaki way)!!!!

Lo and behold..before i know it..i'm turning onto incoming traffic..
Did i mention this is a traffic bottleneck and there are cops around like flies to shit.
Clearly oblivious to this, in TRUE KENYAN DRIVING i agressively cut into the slowly trickling traffic going down towards the
roundabout..but it is not even 2 seconds before this cop JUMPS infront of the mots
Oh yes..he's here for no one but me.

SO HE INVITES HIMSELF INTO MY CAR..AND WERE OFF TO THE STATION!!
lESSON NUMBER 1: DONT NOT INTERRUPT THE OFFICER.
So I listen keenly on the insults he hurls on me and my forsaken 844, then play the innocent, broke student on internship whose been away for so long the road signs dont quite appear like they used to. He aint budging. He keeps throwing in the words 'mahakamani' and '2000 bob' bail...so i play it kool..
u know..the straight-as-an-arrow non-delinquent from Canada.

My silence seems to calm him down. It is amazing how much worse you will drive with a cop on your passenger side..intimidation factor in full effect. Ok long story short..so we play back ad forth ping pong responses, each taunting the other to take it to the next level; My rationale is offering this punk my 5 sock would be incriminating myself live; one it goes against my moral grain, and 2 he could legally descend on me like a ton of bricks for offering him one..(we are in post Kanu Kenya i am thinking..) So his collegue, watching in mounting amusement(either at my brutal, but feigned, naivete or this cops subtlety)interjects.."aaa lakini huyu,(cop) ni mtu mzuri..muoongee vizuri hata haja ja court case.."
Jamaa had not even finished his sentence when the cop stands up, yanks out his wallet and hands me 5 sock..I'm confused..But he stands there , open palmed staring stright at the thousand shilling note in my wallet...

Ohhh i get it..this is The payoff.(no really..I am that naive sometimes) My on spot rationale was eish...The time invovled to get this case over and done with is far more valuable than the 5 sock
AND my license expired a few days ago...it was a no brainer. He had pocketed the cash before you could say "scum sucking leech".

So enraged , i leave. Speaking of road rage. And you thought THe states was bad. this will def leave you thinking otherwise. Mr Obell I'm afraid..has gone cukoooo testing too many of those aids drugs.

So there u go. I have been corrupted - and have become corrupt. Dnt say u werent warned. Yes pennance is what i seek. Moral of the story is..u think you know..but u dont know. Only when u
are in the circumstances.

Jana i watched "paul" Kamleh pattni on TV as he trampled over some inexperienced cross examiner. I felt embarrased for the poor fellow. In fact the more i watch these proceedings,
the more i realise that this here man mr Pattni, saved and delivered as he is, will emerge from this fiasco of a tribunal a HERO. A complete hero. I mean, the dude was 25 when he
was pulling off these schemes. 25 and ur chilling out, handing the president of Kenya gift suitcases worth 2 mill. FUnding off entire election campaigns. Dont quite advocate for looking of goverment billions..but his presentation of the 'truth' sure leaves u with
slight admiration for the man. He is as slippery as they come.
I hear when he chucked the 1000-person strong list of people he had somehow paid..folks (and their peers) were checking to see if they were NOT on the list. How sad is that.

OK enuff for today..keshos i'll try break down a day in the life of a broker. suggested watch: Wallstreet(Martin Sheen). Ill flick.
Have to go reserach on some cheap villas for my impending trip to the Kenyan Coast. Any ideas anyone?

One love form the land of Anglo FLEECING.

Nairobbery: day 21

So much to say..so little time...It just occured to me that those of youm living far and away are living vicariously through my storos, so wait until i tell you about 'your' weekend..

Thursday: Ol lady is a charm...I am amazed at how small their world in Nairobi is: between Her and my Dad, They know everyone I could possibly imagine, somehow through school, university, some past business deal, a marraige, a favour, their kids , their kids friends, their brothers their sisters..their brothers school, their brothers university, kids etc etc..u get the vicious cycle.
Anyway somehow thanks to this overwhelming network of influence, we got invited to the annual Kenya Fashion week gala dinner. It pays to be a beauticians son i tell u..we got complimentaries. Striclty black tie'd, we head off for the carnivore grounds to find one of the most amazing setups i've seen at the grounds.. it was grandiose in every respect - beautifully set up cocktail waiting area, the lighting pleasantly flowing down the skimpily clad waitresses: the flawlessly set round dinner tables sitting under the chunky langata grass...it was hard to beileive this was Nai.

More stunning was the aura of influence surrounding the whole event..politics, parliament, pharmacutical and fashion industry, corporate Kenya : all richly represented. Najib , agwombo, Nyongo, Micheal Joseph(CEO of Safaricom, with whom i couldnt avoid shamelessly schmoozing with), Titus Naikuni(CEO Kenya Airways) Sue Muraya(Top fashion head in Nai; hosting the event)...whashisface MD of CBA bank, ai the list goes on and on.

The most noticable prescence however was that of Ajuma Nyaseda - london based supermodel..this chic i understand has come from FAR. NO quesiton..there is MAD talent..
involved with anywone who zoolands with Naomi campbell.

So the show was fantabulous, lorna Irungu did a great job...huskii she's entertainment manager of the Carnivore these days raking in the chums..The standards were far and beyond anything ive seen..and i have seen some maajabu in this young life of mine.

Friday mornign was maumivu. Late for work..lakini In kenya all jobo implicitly anzas at 8.3somethingish...another thing about this city - way waaaay to many cars. The car person ratio in the CBD is absolutely a joke. If u start travelling at 745 from whereever u'll somehow be in traffic for a good 45 min unless uve become a matatu driver...and even they have sobered up of late.

As Certain as death and taxes i meet with Kibet at the increasingly popular 'cafe cream'(pronounced 'creme' by Nairobi wannabe's) which is a quaint little cafe up at yaya openly set up on a terrace. Note is said Cafe, not bar..but I noted this bizarre tendecy of uptown kenyan folk to turn the nice cafe's into BARS!!! Karaoke nite it was..and i was very displeased that no one selected a kenyan track!!!!!!!

Anaa clande habit i observed was this issue posing at 24hr petrol stations...ok for those of u unaware...GO to any 24 hr station..u will pata it has jaad with a range of shady to gisty lookin folk, sitting in , on or just standing around their car, boozing, chewing(miraa) and possibly smoking herb. It was an incongruent picture..but what do u do..mimi ni mgeni in my own home town!!

Then sato I'm off to Kenyatta market for some quality nyam chom...snag some good deals with the ol lady again at some of the stalls hoarding mens wear...afterwards it was off to fashion week again(this time for the catwalk only). The only thing that stays imprinted in my mind are some red hot hot pants...wololo i'm hoping for her sake her mom wasnt in the audience: those pants and the cleavage part thereof were a match made in heaven..lightning strike me for not having taken pics..

We have fries for 100 bob at Carni, and it has only now occured to me , now that i'm Bbbbbbroooke , that I am a foreigner who has not come to realise what 2 Canadian dollars mean in this country. Hard to believe we belong to the same country as those frighteningly atrophied kenyans in turkana and Kwale that we see on TV almost daily now.

End up clubbing allllll night at Soho's and Midas....these pub like clubs with tiny dance floors . sohos sounds were on point..but it was a fire hazard just waiting to happen. My friends were kidogo surprised that by 245 i was beat...yet another sign i've been away too long. I played it mr tough guy and went on till like 430 am after which i could no longer pretend to be awake....go home...
swatch for a handful of hours, and by 11 i'm in Church. All i can say is thatnk God for Redbull.

Sunday..aah sunday. Host my grandmom who continually makes fun of my broken meru..even i didnt realise it was that bad..damn..tutorial anyone!??

To all you folks struggling out there...take NOTHING for granted..I jus lost my distant cousin to a severe asthma attack..she was 14 with a bright future ahead...The world owes you NOTHING, is my surmise. We live by the grace of God.

More soon from the city in the sun..

Denis

Nairrobery :day 8

My oh my doesnt the week fly fast. It was just a few days ago i was pledging that i would be blogging daily. So much for mental notes...

I'm at a loss of words. THese punks..i will not name names..are all gone! My workmates that is..a team building retreat for the IT and accounting departments is happening at Sarova Shaba(for those of you unfamirliar with this, it is rated the best lodging camp in Sub saharan africa); i mean food ,accomodation ,pints all entirely covered by the nse. Guess who didnt get to go...yep.. no prizes for that one. ITs the same guy sitting here ALONE in the IT office whining into cyberspace.

OK I'm not sure whats more aggrevating - the fact that I wasnt budgeted for in advance or the idea that these folks take interns for Complete idiots..I mean complete retards. Before they left leo, i was taken through a repeated crash course on how to lock a door from inside, inject a tape drive into a server, and use notepad(!!!!!!!!!) among other things.

I being in IT also get the unexpected additional treat of showing some dummy how NOT to lose his main 'Start' toolbar on windowze XP. I mean unbelievable.

Someone said Humility, or was it patience is a virtue. If no one did Well hell I'ma say it loud and clear. When u can sit through bullshit and maintain your composure, u'll be a man my son..Rudyard add that one to your IF poem.
So my aim is to patiently pursue what i came here to do. Absorb as much as i can about the convoluted process of stock analysis trading & settlement and dream up a system that can enhance it.

For you folks eagre to make a quick kiling thru the short tem investements..I suggest you read up kwanza then we can talk. here's their portal It is updated daily by..yours truly.

So what am i doing this weekend? Trying to link up with old pals, going to see Spiderman 2 later this evening and perhaps
survey this tum new spots that have crept in since i left.

There was no way i was forgetting to mention this , even though its already on the calender:
Leo is my Niece Makena's Birthday..I take visa, debit card or cash for all you supporters out there..
How can you say no to such a face? hehe I'm playin..I will not exploit the lil girl..just yet.

Cheers folks. One love.

Life

Today I'lll say something about life.
My life.
My life at this moment is spining on its own axis. Its rather crazy.
I want to find a place to place my foot
but its like i'm in a really deep dark hole and all I can see around me is blackness. It seems like everywhere I look to place my foot sinks below me. I want to run really far but I want to hang about here. Everything is spinning around and around.

But, I like the buts in my life coz this is where I see the silver lining. I guess its good to know that even when everything around me seems to be falling apart. The center ..... MY CENTER.... will hold. I 'm sure Gods light will shine through.

He takes care of me.......................

Nairobbery: Day 5

1) the web is painfully slow here..The pain is fromm pulling my hair out and considering stabbing myself severally wtih a pencil...whats worse..I'm the only one who seems to mind..oh if i could open your eyes ye blind ones;

2) politics is TRAGIC COMEDY in Kenya. I leave the 9pm news each day with about as much disgust as watching fahrenheit 911. It hard to believe ANYONE takes these scumsucking villans seriously.

3) Work is interesting. 98% of my day is spent learning the loopholes of the nairobi Stock Exchange trading system. The 2 % is when I'm falling asleep after lunch.

4) Celebrity mania has reached new heights in this city: I'm not angry. its just a change of venue for more thugs from the street to the studio. A very thin silver lining , i know.

5) I see investment busniess opporunities everywhere i go. I mean everywhere. I am venturing big time into sky-castle-building real estate. until i get the money that is..any venture capitalists out there.. give me a hollaaaa it is 0720 490616(EDIT)..i think...sucks i got the phone jana.

6) the weather, the weather rocks. pics coming soon.

7) I met Mrs Dorothy at sarit Uchumi hyper recently..Damn the woman is still looking good..some lucky bastard that husband is. She's got two beutiful daughters and is teaching at Brayside. Seems the pastures have been very green there hehe..

Ok i must get out of this cave we call the IT office and buy a basketball. I'm feeling like mike.


Those of you reading this in Kenya..PLEASE GIVE ME a CALL.

One love.

CHARLENE

Hi! Are you attending Waweru's graduation?
If you are kindly pat him on the back for me! Pass my regards as well!

Cheers!

Guess who's back...

Hey people!!!! sorry i should probably be saluting you as tourists! How do you all get time to travel!!! When????? This is not fair!! Sijui mara Dennis goes to his relas town to take the kids to Disney world (was it) [by the way its a far cry from my relatives who are almost all found within a 20km radius of each other in shugs! lol!]- mara Charlene travels to which part of which town- Thomas flies to some town and drives back (which would probably mean- pun intended- that at some point he could afford the luxury of a flight but then got hit much later that aaaah! there's a road that gets there- Thomas, by the time we meet i trust you'l have forgoten my curt vibe lol!) then Chris calls me to tell me how he's traveling with his ex (for some strange i didnt attempt to understand). But again, i mustn't be envious! Which of u was almost suffocated in your grandmother's smoky hut? lol! Its really nice that u guys get to travel alot- i bet it has some restful effect and the change of scenery must be beneficial (it best be!)

Man the last weeks have been pretty busy. (I must capture this passing thought before it vanishes) I met Anthony Kamau gallavanting- as Mr Njau aptly described Anthony's motions in class 7, anyone remember?- in town right from campus. He's doing well but still looking kidogo dishevelled and rugged (man, he'l kick my backside when he sees this!). I mean him absolutely no disrespect- surprisingly i had and still have tremendeous respect for his intellect and reasoning capacity, which albeit the fact that it didnt shout out loud, i do take take cognisance of.
Yes, back to my last weeks. I was busy studying for a take away assignment that we were forced to redo because the lecturer, who taught us the particular unit about 1.5 years ago, lost our scripts and informed us only this year (i must have grumbled about this earlier!). So that kept me off the net for a while, then i had to prepare for some International Law Moot Court (Intercampus) which i was initially was taking part in justfor the certificatethat would be issued after the preliminaries. Surprisingly, the judges thought i had some skill albeit the fact that i had to confess that i hadn't researched for any authorities (cases decided by the International Court of Justice) to support any of the propositions i was ferociously putting across. Man i felt embarrased- i fell short of asking them not to refer to any cases. "Are you suggesting that the Nicaragua case is not of relevance to the Republic's claim?" "Do you want this esteemed court to listen to your bare-chested arguments?" I was humbled! But at the end they semad that the liked my poise even in the brutally poorly researched submissions i made.

Our results for our second LLB year were finally released a record 14 months after the exams- so i'm probably not going to cry or stalk and stab a lecturer for any bad results (because i might not remember who taught me what!). Man they were bad, but for the fact that almost the whole class appears keen to accumulate averages of Cs and Ds and spots of As and Bs- i feel pretty consoled. Apparently there was a student who went to the exam office to inquire on his results breakdown and he was politely told- in a bid to save everyone's time- ' You have all Ds". The shocked student then replies "Sorry, i didnt get you right.." The exam clerk quickly retorts" D for dog, D for desk, D for disaster and 9 more Ds!" Yeah D for DAMN!!!! Sad story right? some guys do that bad... so i feel pretty accomplished with my slightly better grades. Trust me, in our campus it takes strength not to get complacent.

Thomas, i'm anxious to hear what you think about Life after death.. throw it on!

Dennis, wash those dishes. You'll catch cockroach diseases! ie. the cockroaches will fall sick because of the dirt in the dishes and their sickness will be transmitted to your (healthy??) body. lol!!! Are you through with your Continuing Ed classes?

Charlene, did i mention how gorgeous you looked in the red dress/gown. Man! You are truly ageing gracefully!!!!

Hey guys, i must run or i might get fired! Do stay alive and be good. And go to church!!!!!

Kibet





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WHERE YA'LL @!!!!!!!!

Just got back in town and noticed that Denis has really had his blog ont he last few posts. Where is the rest of this virtually insane world.
Personally I've been taking a well deserved break and getting pampered massaged fed and spoilt in Edinbrugh Scotland. LOVELY PLACE I'd recommend it to anyone serioslu pretty place. For the more cultured among you I haven't seen soo many thearters in such close vicinity from each other. I didn't attend any show or visit any of the historic sites as I was avoiding the downpour half the time I was there so don't ask about those.

So guess what was picked as the theme music for my trip...BOB MARLEY...woud you believe it I was listening to this man there and back. I didn't pick it though my sistter did. I however hogged the walkman the whole time I was there so you can tell who got the most of the theme.

While Denis was busy watching and critizing todays movies I was hopelessly trying to get to see MEAN GIRLS but it wasn't showing. Every single movie at teh theatres there I had seen...'part from harry potter :( anyway all thing considered I don't regret it too much. I'll watch it another day..


Its time I left now though. I believe I've said my piece and made my presence felt in this here blog.

Come on over and blog aiihgt


Let God take care of you

film critic extrodinaire..

Ok I jus gathered a fresh layer of respsect for Steven Soderberg - So jana I watched Solaris (2002) amidst an undying urge to do something other than studying - what with my big exam tuesday. Wow. Talk about a beautifully delivered art form. This guy does this remake JUSTICE. Brings the whole issue of the limits of our perspective, to perspective. Killer soundtrack. And clooney doesnt disappoint. Anyone read the book? Need to get my hands on it. Thomas - needless to say - UTAPENDA. Everyone and Anyone whose seen this flick has their own interpretation..yea its one of those ones that encourages everyone to be a mjuaji...I'll save my opinions until I'm sure uve all seen it. So see it if you havent then we can all get-a-bloggin! dont believe me? check the site out..

I also saw ninio...what it called again..aah Secret window..Jonny depp and all..not a bad ending..but for the most part it was just warped. Nothing ati mindblowing. Or am I jus getting old and harder to please..hmm. I'll tell u hat i cant wait to see is Spiderman 2. Bloody thing premieres the day I fly out though..so not sure I'll catch it. Ok Hard as it may be to admit. I also sat throught the WHOLE of GIGLI. yeah I said it. too late to trun back now. Let the damage be quick and painless....
and u know what..it wasnt THAAT bad hehe...ok now that my entire Taste for films has been completely and utterly vanquished with that past statement i will continue with my Assessment with to whoever is still listenening...THese were my conclusions..
1) JLo still has a huge behind.
2) JLo has a big behind
3) Did i mention SHe has a big behind?
4) THe media sometimes just loves to hate people. They will love u when ur at the top(my love dont cost a thing days) and eat you and Spit you out when they are done and tired.(bennifer break up..gigli). SO I really think this flick got a bad wrap. I eman dont get me wrong...it ABSOLUTELYY SUCKED. but lets face it. Ive seen worse.

I also (damn what is happening to me) sat thru the worse half of maid in Manhattan. and I'm sure you can predict my first three observations, so i wont care to be redundant. Hollywood is a bizzare creature. This movies rags-riches-doomed-love theme is perhaps the most hackneyed of them all..yet it still raked in quite a bit at the box office. I swear I have been thinking about shooting a film..Only i would have to sleep with sijui who at Miramax to get it on screen. ah well..maybe in another life.

OK relax..i saw no other movies..I actually did put in some study for the weekend. I intend to do my mountain of dishes when i get up..so let me get some rest..I WILL NEED it.

Wonders of the African World..

Ever wanted to smack that obnoxiously ignorant foreigner who wouldnt stop issuing snide, misinformed opinions about Africa? Or bitchslap that North American Friend of yours who had NO clue where Africa was or if we learnt English at the Airport?

I have a better Idea..Howbout we make the effort and teach these lazy bastards(no offence to athe few those informed ones..) about Aour Continent..I mean if we dont..who will. Came accross these Wonders of the African World on a fellow kenyan bloggers site and pendad sana...Ignorance is the wolrds no 1 pandemic!! fight it!! if that fails bitchslap..but it is worth the effort...

Open Source taking over the world?

In this hereopinion It seems that There might be a future for Pharmacuitcal innovation..but is there enough goodwill to go 'open'? The industry's track record appears to to disagree - once again I will quote Chris rock - "The last major thing that they cured was POLO!!!" that was yeeears ago.

Anyway toeni Maoni..This "open source" initiative to biotechnology might be the our worlds only hope against this patent-clucthed deadlock to find cures to lots of diseases plaguing our continent. GO open Source!!

Starehe Girls??????

And the Griffin Dynasty lives on.. Come January ,Starehe Girls will be a reailty that many Kenyans girls schools wont be able to contend with if built on the same fundamentals as their male collegue school. I being a valiant proud alumni am particularly curious as to how they will fair - and more importanly; how those mamis will look with bright red tops and Electric blue skirts!!!!

Long live Starehe!!

Shattered Dynasty..

Ok AS if my day wasnt bad enuff..I get to gether with my boys to watch the laker pistong Game 4 , thinking that atleast something will go right leo.

I mean jus think about it. I am Still Beat from my fun but sleep deprived road trip to London, eaten out by allergies to my own apartment(!) , and overwhelmed by work and school. Then I'm slapped in the face with the news that I did NOT get that cheap Ethiopian Airlines ticket I had put my life on.. Man you would think Murphy would give me a break just this once for these extenuating circumstances..

The lakers lose by a convincing(read: disgusting) 20- somehting odd points and I am served to admit the certainty that indeed, upsets do happen. I must have been THE only laker fan in that pub. So much for fairy tale endings.

had my last class leo. It is is a continuing Education class remember, so i took the extra effor to schmooze with the working folk and build my networks..I have only but recently come to the surmise that the 'weak' links are EVERYTHING. In my small class I quickly became famous for being the 'nice' 'Kenyan' 'technology-expert' persona.. always being there in the nick of time to fix the digital projector and help with the presentations..Hopefully My black face will stick in their minds when i bombard them with emails and calls soon. (woi I pity them..they dont even know)

Funy on my way back home , and I''m sure this isnt the liqour talking...I am so keen on getting a Dog. We laughed with my buddy over how bloody spoilt k-nines this side of the atlantic are - sijui getting haircuts..going to doggy day care..mara mandatory walks and having to collect their shit..unbelievable..'Dogies' back home are content just getting our left over kuku bones!!!! not only that..they are loyal as a mu**f**..
Ahh It doesnt help that I live in a tiny i bedroomed pad, but my intent is still brimming and in great fervor. I am thinking some sort of Terrier. Any suggestions..I am pretty weak on my knowledge of the species..Ive had German Shephards all my life so i want to take a detour from that breed and welcome all suggestions with pros and cons. Whatever the dog..it would have to be a puppy so I can train the lil mut and hopefully get used to wahsing the thing oftean without much of a probo. I'm really excited about it now actually..It s like i want to make up for all my past transgressions as a Kenyan Dog owner in nai..

Folks..Ive got work Keshos at 8 in the cox.. wacha i be off. Wont even bother reading the Nation lets another member of parliament is getting his hous built on 1 billion of taxpayers money.

One love. Get your BLOG ON!!!

the full road trip...

Man , two days with my aunt and already I feel like a zacks!!! LAAAWd have mercy I dont want to get old and live in the suburbs!!! I feel like I'm in the truman show all over again , only this time I know and theres absolutely NO WAY OUT!!! hehe ok I've ongezad the proverbial chumbvi a bit toooo much..its just that when you get used to the fantastically hedonist life at Montreal..the dead Town miles away doesnt exactly grow on you if ya know what i'm talkin bwaot..

Seeing my lil Cuzos is great though..The lil Muts are convinced ati I'm the Rich cuzo from College with a car(READ: DISCOUNT CAR RENTAL) who they can scam - kids of today I swear..not even wekad both my feet in the door and they want to know what I've brought them from mtl!!! Anyway after all their nagging I decided to surprise them and drive em down to Canadas wonderland..yes I know I'm a sweetheart of a big cousin..So leo theyve been on bestest behaviour , mpaka even offering to serve me, fluff my pillow, the works.. coz its pretty obvious I'm hiding something from them...
I actually dont plan on telling them until we drive up to the place..see how long they'll survive..

Jana i fikad London(ontario) in the cox..Woi word of caution..driving all night is not exactly cracked up to all its supposed to be..I was stuck with my boy Hani who, believe it or not, about as bad as my Dad with his insistence of low volume levels, and expects me to school him on Hip hop. So about half the way to Toronto we are arguing about the volume lol..then I decided I'd rather die for a worthier more noble cause than hearing Talib enunciate 'revolution'. SO anyway I drop off my buddy at hamilton, and then I take the bloody wrong exit and dont relaise for another half hour or so...Get to The city and Bloody Yahoo directions are fucked..(some roads have changed..) so i end up driving around the city for anaa hour or so until its like 7am and I can call my aunt and succumb to the idiocy of asking for directions!! Anyway..thereafter I stop off at a gas station, nunua kadhaa redbulls, only to drive off , get lost again, and then realise the biatch at the counter at the gas station didnt return my debit card. wired on Caffiene, tired as fuck, and aggrevated to the point of contemplating murder..not a good combination i tell you..lets just say it wasnt a pleasant experience reacquanting with the lady over the counter at the gas station.

Leo we did more driving..went to the beach..had a deadly bbq..sun was out, girls were hot and the nyama was checking in like Kobe in the 4th quarter..holy Cow..speaking of which..I missed games 3 and four( i think leo) and couldnt stop thinking about France whopping Englans butt in portugal..lakini sports aint everything!! wacha i enjoy the country side with famo for a while..them come monday I will be back in MTL with a vengeance..

Still searching frantically and in utmost desparation for a flight to Nai..my Zacks the Master of Conne's might have pulled the ultimate..I might be Jobbing at the NSE(Wangu I am fuataing your tracks..dont falter) ..its still a 'might' considering the cost of flipping Tickets at this point! My friend whose trying to get me a ticket is kidogo concerend that Im willing to fly Ethiopian or Saudi - I assured her that they wouldnt be bombing their own planes hehe..matter of fact its probly the safest place to be in the air. I feel like if its your day, IT IS YOUR DAY. Gods calender is pretty legit if you ask me.

K. More driving keshos..so ebu i get some shut eye. Folks have nyamazad sana...Theres too much goin on..
Kui graduating,
Kibet Stonethr- ehem Working..
Chris mourning,
Thomas nashing on the guitar..
Isiaho chillin like a villian,
Charandeep frightfully SILENT,

muuoooongee!!!!!!

Baadayes folk. BTw 'case i forget to mention..enjoy the Blogroll on the side...some quality discourse on some Kenyan blogs out there..
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.Wonderland here I come.

p.s

I'd mentioned a ball earlier in the blogs.
heres me and my date Sony.

And I'm hoping I can get you to see althe pics if I just post my album paage. Lets cross our fingers.try this

Its Over Now

Praise the Lord its over now,

Its funny I didn't think it would be such a big deal getting done with uni. I mean most of my classmates were into the whole lets now get drunk its over thing but i knew that was not my inclination. Anyway this morning I got up bright and early 5:49am to be precise...out of no strength of my own and got a chance to read for my final undergraduate exam. Well I must admit these last three exams have been full of blessings. For every exam I have done God has fully answered the part of my prayer why I say lead me to what i should study because what I placed emphasis on this tiem was what showed up in all three finals. So wow, if you are searching for miracles theres one.

I'm sure you are a tad bit jealous having at least a year to go most of you, so how does it feel. HONESTLY, I was strangely happy when I walked out of the exam room, almost gave my lecturer a big hug! No I wasn't jumping all over the place just quietly contented. Now I think its dawnig on me as I write this that I've actually finished school. I feel old. Not to be a wet blanket on the whole leaving schol thing but wasn't it just yesterday I thought anyone in form 4 was old. Wasn't I just learning the alphabet two years ago? Really I feel like ive grown old without being involved in the process. Won't they start asking where my house is? When is the house warming.....and worse still where is the LUCKY man? I have got to find a way to get back into the education system and be completely lost..........NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I feel like a bird let out of its cage, I can sing I can fly, question is what's the tune and where am Igoing? You know what I don't care because as long as i start I'm sure I'll find a destination.

stay safe.

Let God do His Business

na hiyo..ni maendeleo...

We need more progressive Kenyans( and Americans to report about them) Like Kakenya..even these bits her story(washingtonpost.com) leave no excuse for those Kenyans who come and waste their chances...check out the entire series on her @ www.washingtonpost.com

OPPORTUNISM PERHAPS??

Hey good people... i trust we all survived the last weekend.

Hey Thomas.. true what noted, we ought to style and get a bit 'noisier'. What exactly is thermodynamics about and what are its practical applications... beside all the assumptions. There was some vibe you chomad about The Matrix... kindly recant- what was the jist of the movie ie the bigger picture. Personally i just saw the stunts and made very little of the message or concepts if any that were being posited by the producers and directors of the flick.
Dennis did you mention that Charlene is graduating? How is that possible? Kwani she;s malizad how many years.AM JEALOUS!!!! I should be done by mid next year and i am in such a rush to get there. I realised last week, that i havent joined any student organisation and my under graduate years are almost coming to an end.. so my most immediate goal is to find some student org. eg SIFE to affiliate myself with.
Dennis, if this rich, sorry WEALTHY boys folks own a myriad of companies that are not on the brink of collapse, then it would be very advisable to suck up to the boy and make his campus experience any better than it already is, with the hope that you will one day get to meet his folks who by that time should have heard of all your excellent skills and attributes SO THAT when Dennis starts looking for a job, he has the benefit of the said WEALTH? Good idea perhaps?? Only if you are the typical Kenya Opportunist, which ofcourse you are!!
Now i need to get back to work. Do enjoy yourselves people and do stay alive!

Kibet

Don't call this a comeback.....

Mood [ Tired ]
Music [LL cool J: momma said knock you out ]

Sup family....Granted the public demand..It was only natural that I pay tribute to my fans hehe..believe it or not its been a week or maybe more, and it feels good to be back. The feeling that I am accountable to you fellow bloggers is great...Something we are also learning in our HR class..some personalities perform far better in a team than they do alone..I happen to beone of those people. So much has happened where do I begin..I cant taja everything..jus the things that have been wallowing at the cesspool of my mind...

* This week was my first ultra - close encounter with WEALTH. and allow me to make the necessary distinction pointed out by Chris Rock..I don't mean RICHES..I mean WEALTH...the kind that lasts generations; the kind that that cant be lost over a summer with a drug habit or t a careless hand at the stock market; OK Shaquile O'Neal is RICH...but the guy who signs shaqs salary cheque at the end of the season is WEALTHY..comprende???
Heeeneway There is this chap in My HR class who happened to be on my team. We had our presentation last Tuesday, which meant we had to meet the weekend b4 that and get ours shit together...This is me, two other ladies, and the man in question. anyway..this jamaa NEvER shows up to class..so the minute our prof put us into groups me and the other two chics cursed silently that we had a major slacker in our group. Anyway.. The chep insists that we go over to his crib and get the presentation going... to which the chics issue faces of discontent but play along and agree. Anyway..Sunday 2pm we are at the lobby of his appartment building...already we are starting to wonder..this is a nice spot..u know..it already looks pricey..like in the $1500-2000 range for one bedroomed apartments..(folks in Kenya 1can$=60 bob..u do the math..lakini even by our exchange rate..that is not meagre).

So up to the tenth floor we go...and what do u know..the guy was aswatch..so we knock for kidu half an hour and he finally funguas...the chics are exuding some serious negativity about this guy already...there is even talk of ati how we should staki his ass to the prof vile he aint doing jack for our presentation. Anyway in we go and BAM!!!!!! The opulence of this guys spot Smacks us in the face like the humid monsoon winds...ma MA MA
talk about Gisty..this place would be the flosser Jengs Haven...we are talking every imaginable gadget...51+ inch screen TV, crazy Bose sound system, some seriously snazzy leather couches, sweet Mini bar - cleary very affluent taste in decor and technology..Money CaN NOT be an object with the type of stuff in his crib.. I mean everything in there was TOP OF THE LINE.
OK at the time I'm rather unimpressed,, i mean he could've stolen the stuff for all I could know..(kind of made sense since the guy was never in class hehe) lakini that is slowly changing as u sit and listen...we throw questions back and forth...wondering what a 20 year old Lebanese Kid whose been in Canada for not more than a couple of months is doing living this large. His attitude is Nonchalant , calm responses showed no sign of haughtiness or pride..he didn't show off at all really..
Turns out he wasn't linked to any aristocracy in Lebanon...Rather jus an incredibly successful family. Apparently, and he showed no real need to prove this to doubting Thomas' like myself, His family entirely owned the KIWI licenses & manufacturing rights in all of EUROPE & ASIA and Middle EAST. That was just one of the small companies that us bourgeoisie would recognize..there were many more that he cared not to mention. summary: The dude was WEALTHY. You think you know..but you dont know..

I began to realise that i was getting slightly aggravated by the the whole situation..i was puzzled for a bit..but i finally realised why. It wasn't because the dude had 3 unique Sony Eriksson cell phones and I had none.. No was it because he had a computer system dedicated to JUST his wide screen TV. noo it wasn't the fact that this guy had traveled to more countries thatn I have even heard of, nor was it the fact that the punk already had a Canadian passport and had only been in Canada for like 4 months. Nope..not not even that this guy had a life that even I the average,well-off kenyan could not fathom. None of the above.

What bothered me is something that is implicitly understood, but not quite that obvious - that Money/affluence (or huge sums of it) radically changes our perception of people. Sounds like something obvious eh..lakini hee i tell you. You should've seen how these same chics who wanted to rip this guys head off, warm to the idea that this was one wealthy MOFO we had in our hands. You could see how their attitudes changed the more we learnt of his lavish lifestyles..I figured had Peirre(wealthy dude) been the same lazy bastard he was but lived in my apartment..These chics would not even waste their time. It was sick.
I have to admit that even I fell subject to this 'halo effect' , and smacked myself every so often for treating him different coz of his cheese..

*So many of my pals we graduating this year..but it never uite hit me until I saw them in their capping gowns taking the podium to shika their makaratasis.. The pressure to graduate on time is suddenly on like never b4...I was curious as to which of u folks are heading off to grad school when your done...I am certainly beginning to think about it more concretely..
Isiaho what are u Majoring in again??? Wangu habari ya Acturial?? when yall do you graduate?
Kui Hongera mama... graduating ahead of ALL of he pack....mad props..not sure how you managed to pull it off..(pesa zilimwagwa eh) but let me be the first to pat u on the back..graduation is a BIG deal contrary to popular belief.

I've ran ou of steam and havent eaten all dayyyyyy ebu wacha i bail...Hope I'm forgiven for my silence....

More soon.

ule mmoja, ule pekee..
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One down two to go..and i don't mean pints

Hiya people. Wagwanning???? How come no one's blogged for ages? Are we dead? Ok those in Nai I forgive you lakini you should still feel Kidogo guilty but the rest of you with broadband and sijui wireless sijui cable sijui developed world who go to jobo to slug,...ama visit their neighbours to watch sijui soprano's and the soprano watching neighbours....as well as those loungers whose photographic evidence is about to be reposted for effect.........heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee watch yourselves....

Anyway so much for the hating. I've just finished my first of my final undergraduate exams...yipeeee. Thanks for yo'all praying for my ass. I was nervous yaani I don't think i've ever been soo nervous for an exam. Anyway got another one tommorow so I'm still here languishing in the library and on a sugar high. Yeah i went and bought myself a whole bag of pick and mix and I am on another energy level. I hope I don't crush and burn tommorow at my paper.

Whats good...well I corrected the link to my site..still haven't put up anything really meaninigfull but will do in a while.Need to clear these exams first.....


Just wanted to blag and cause controversy..

Chris I wasn't dissin your ass I was asleep, so call me aiiight sooon I miss you.

Thomas pole I really was asleep both times you msned....maisha ni magumu hope to see you soon though

David I'm about ot call your ass so anticipate

Denis .. you know you is a star right?

Kibet...hola at Ses for me

Wangu ...I miss you soo blinkin much and as Denis would say(well not word for word) you better show your ass up or I'll b*!~ slap you!!

The wknd hopin we can chill again......

I've had a mad interesting weekend. I was sooo tired and emotional last week I was fraying on the edges...Don't get me wrong here I was still manicaly happy but I was mad exhausted. Anyway I call my sis and tell her I feel a mess on Saturday and she , bless her cotton socks, came down the very same night. (its out of the way by the way so I@m sppecial you see) Anyway had a great night just chattin winin and dinin...I cooked she brought the bottle. Church Sunday morning, pub lunch with my pint a good movie and then off to my boyz house for a BBQ.(oh the pleasures of Summer). Had the best time there will hook you guys up with pics when I get around to compiling the decent ones..they all were .... anyway Had a real blast. The funny thing about my boyz is that whenever they have something gwan at theres they always invite me and my sis and my friend shiku (you remember shiku karanja right?)and when we get there we are always the only mamas.. So I asked about it lakini I got no reply ...any ideas? Well I'm guessing its coz we are such nice chicks to hang out with. Later went out to this next club Diva the music there is all that. One of my boyz Moses was my official boyfriend to everyone in that toen. I mean for no good reason from the day I met him everyone assumes he's my boyfriend...no why would I have a boyfriend i don't display public affection to... well these peeps have no explaination. So we at the club and he's trying to get some gal to dance with him and she wont I mean none of them would because his supposed girlfriend was there. Anyway since I'm really cramping his pulling powers we decided to break-up for the sake of all the decieved people, however at the afterparty which was at theres some next ol' mama was trying to get a handle on him so he goes you know what my wife's over here...(reffering to me)so I just had to play along all night sadly these other women who we are trying to get to accept that we aint together were at he after-party. What to do? Anyway we broke-up yesterday for goood......or until the next unseeming mama comes his way...Hope he can get a mama before the next time I go over to the boyz house. Otherwise I promised not to dance with him the next time we are out.......


Anyway so much for this I have my first exam on Thursday....you'all best pray for me coz I'm asking you nicely......

Be good have a ball and Let God take care of you.......

p.s I'm shyly givin this away.... my site .....its still in construction phase but David I'll be putting up my poetry so you can check it out ther. Plus I got your phone number will do it justice soon..

Kibet...can't wait to be chompin down that nyama

Chris....missing you say somin

Denis.... like the pics you added...