Sunday

Guess what?I did not go to the concert!But I did go to the after party.Went to J's place as she was the one I was hanging with, her pal had come in from Jersey.And me oh my that mama had a proper miroo ass!Not to be crude but it has been some time since I have seen one of those.And she was not even a jango so I am not being tribalistic here.So we caught some pints then J's pal Mm comes to pick us up.The interesting thing with this mama is that here visa expired and some time later so did her driving license so now she couldnt renew it.And here in ATL your car is your life as public transport sucks.So she gets to the digs and jersey gal drives us to the afterparty.J decides to take her drink along with her and as we get there she is finishing it in the parking lot.So as we walk to the crib I am walking ahead of her and me still being in possesion of my nai honed cop radar spot two outside the club and save her from being busted.Anyway it was pretty sawa and I got to do my impression of a stipper's pole for a girl but she didnt strip obviously.Met J's uncle who was also there the last time we went out.He also has lots of drama with mamas to his name but that is for another post.So it seems at some time he was having a thing with jersey girl but things ended.So now she seemed to prefer his bro to him.He did not take to this kindly and when we were leaving he let rip with some very colorful language.Oh and thanks to male ego it took us close to an hour to get to the after after party as J's uncle who was in the lead car took the wrong exit that would make the route longer and it was till his bro who was now driving Mm's car.So we get to the after party club and they were not selling pints :(.The music was not all that bad so we had fun for some time then we all went back to J's place and the other dudes acted like true Kenyan kubaffs and carried off like 2 pints each and had the nerve to call like 4 hours later and ask if there is more that they can come over and drink.Here in Georgia shops are not allowed to sell pints on Sundays ( damn baptists! ) so you have to stock up on sato.Anyhow I drink responsibly and as a result was functioning perfectly after 7 heinikens.I do run seminars every summer for those who are interested in learning power drinking techniques.
Oh and the last time I was at J's digs there was this akataa chic who she was hosting for a while.She was married but the jamaa she married was extravagant so now they were in debt and now they were planning a divorce, the last straw being when he threatened to kill her.So since they work with J she put her up for 2 weeks. Where this mama messed herself up was that she was pretty untidy and J and her housemate are pretty clean so she was having none of that and when her two weeks were up she was shown bounce.So now she is living with some kuyo mama who is hard on her and milking her for all she can. What we were wondering is how come she is not going to her fellow akataa pals for help.What I was telling J is that if she is smart what she should do is get hold of some guy that she knows and get him to host her from some time.If she is smart she should then give a womans touch round the house once in a while ie cook a meal or two and rearrange the digs a bit.If she has no shame she can also work her way into his heart and in his ngothas and become his mama and get free bed and board.When she gets onto her feet then she can bounce.Yes it sounds mboff but this is not like Kenya where relatives can keep you a hand, one can actually become homeless if things get messed.
Well I am sure there are some things that I may have missed but my paper calls