Friday, June 23, 2006

Things that make blokes proud of themselves!

After the last serious post, I found this on one of the many blogs that I visit and I decided to share it so as to start the weekend on a light note.Enjoy them, I know I did!

1. OPENING JARS - She's struggling. You take it from her hands, open it effortlessly and pretend she loosened it for you. She didn't. Jars are men's work.

2. CALLING SOMEONE 'SON' - Especially policeman but even saying it to kids makes you the man.

3. DOING A PROPER SLIDE TACKLE - Beckham free kicks - camp. A Stuart Pearce tackle is the pinnacle of the game, simultaneously winning the ball and crippling the man. Magic.

4. SHARPENING A PENCIL WITH A STANLEY KNIFE - Blunt, is it? Hand it here love. No, I don't need a sharpener, I've got a knife thanks!

5. GOING TO THE TIP - A manly act which combines driving, lifting and- as you thrillingly drop your rubbish into another huge pile of other rubbish noisy destruction.

6. DRINKING UP - Specifically, rising from the table, slinging your coat on and downing two thirds of a pint in one fluid movement. Then nodding towards the door, saying, "Let's go" and striding out while everyone else struggles to catch up with you. You're hard.

7. HAVING A THIN BIT OF WOOD - in the shed, solely to stir paint with.

8. HAVING A HANGOVER AND THICK STUBBLE - When birds have been partying they just whinge. You on the other hand have physical evidence of your hardness, sprouting from your face. "Big night?" Grr, what does it look like.

9. NODDING AT COPPERS - A moment's eye contact is all it takes for you to share the unspoken bond. "We've not seen eye to eye in the past", it says, "but someone's got to keep the little scrotes in line".

10. USING POWER TOOLS - Slightly more powerful than you need or can safely handle. Pneumatic drilling while smoking a fag? Superb.

11. KICKING A FOOTY AGAINST A GARAGE DOOR - Clang-g-g-g-g-g-! Stick that Becks, I kick so hard I set off car alarms.

12. ARRIVING IN A PUB LATE - And everyone cheers you. It doesn't mean you're popular, it just means your mates are pissed. However, the rest of the pub doesn't know that.

13. NOT WATCHING YOUR WEIGHT - Fat is a feminist issue, apparently. Brilliant. Pass the pork scratchings.

14. CARVING THE ROAST - And saying "are you a leg or breast man?" to the blokes and "do you want stuffing?" to the women. Congratulations, you are now your dad.

15. WINKING - Turns women to putty. Doesn't it?

16. TEST SWINGING HAMMERS - Ideally, B&Q would have little changing rooms with mirrors so you could see how rugged you look with any DIY item. Until then, we'll make do with the aisles.

17. TAKING OUT £200 FROM A CASHPOINT - Okay, so its for paying the plumber later but with that much cash you feel like a mafia don. The only thing better is peeling notes off the roll later.

18. PHONE CALLS THAT LAST LESS THAN A MINUTE - Unlike birds, we get straight to the point. "Alright? Yep. Drink? Red lion? George, it is then. Seven. See ya."

19. PARALLEL PARKING - Bosh, straight in. First time. Can Schumacher do that? No, because his cars got no reverse gear which, technically, makes you the worlds best driver.

20. HAVING EARNED THAT PINT - Since the dawn of time, men have toiled in the fields in blistering heat. Why? So when it's over we can stand there in silence, surveying our work with one hand resting on the beer gut while the other nurses a foaming jug of ale. Aaaah.

21. KNOWING WHICH SCREWDRIVER IS WHICH - "A Phillips? For that? Are you mad?"

22. HAVING SOMETHING PROPERLY WRONG WITH YOU - Especially if you didn't make a fuss. "Why was I off, nothing much, just a brain haemorrhage".

23. TAKING A NEWSPAPER INTO THE LOO - A visual code that says that's right, I'm going in there for a huge, long man-sized poo.

Part II - When there is no father

This is a follow up to my earlier post Are Fathers Neccesary.Only one blogger addressed the question while others went on their own tangents but still I will continue to soldier on.
So the consensus seems to state that fathers are not neccesary.
So let's take a look at what happens when you take a father out of the family equation.Here are some statistics about children in the U.S.A raised in single parent households.Kenyan statistics on this issue seem to be non-existant but given the similar urbanisation paradigms present in both societies I think they merit consideration.

-63% of youth suicides are from fatherless homes (Source: U.S. D.H.H.S., Bureau of the Census
-90% of all homeless and runaway children are from fatherless homes
-85% of all children that exhibit behavioral disorders come from fatherless homes (Source:
Center for Disease Control)
-80% of rapists motivated with displaced anger come from fatherless homes (Source: Criminal
Justice & Behavior, Vol 14, p. 403-26, 1978.)
-71% of all high school dropouts come from fatherless homes (Source: National Principals
Association Report on the State of High Schools.)
-75% of all adolescent patients in chemical abuse centers come from fatherless homes (Source:
Rainbows for all Gods Children.)
-70% of juveniles in state-operated institutions come from fatherless homes (Source: U.S. Dept.
of Justice, Special Report, Sept 1988)
-85% of all youths sitting in prisons grew up in a fatherless home (Source: Fulton Co. Georgia jail
populations, Texas Dept. of Corrections 1992)
-10 times more likely to abuse chemical substances
-9 times more likely to end up in a state-operated institution
-20 times more likely to end up in prison.

This is not to say that there are not single mothers ( I would add fathers but they comprise of less then 1/10th of single parent families in the states).There are many mothers who have well behaved children who are thriving (and I am sure that we all know a few) but there are also those struggling to make ends meet and to control their children (I know some of these too).Also the statistics above don't say that children who grow up in intact families will not commit crimes, run away from home and drop out of school.
The existance of single parent families cannot be blamed on any one party.There are hit and run specialists and dead beat dads who are no where to be seen (plus society no longer holds them accountable).There are those relationships and marriages that don't work (or are not given enough time and effort to work) and then there are those women who make the conscious decision to raise children without a father.This excerpt points out a few good points.

A young woman needs to know that the decision to have a child by herself is a decision that exposes her and her child to a lifetime of elevated risks: of poverty, of lower education, of depression, and of prison. Getting and staying married may seem formidable to a young pregnant woman because marriage is filled with a hundred irritations and difficulties. She might think it simpler to strike out alone rather than to put up with the innumerable adjustments and accommodations that are inevitable in married life. And it is easier for us to remain uninvolved in such a decision. But we are not doing the young person any favors by acting as if we are ignorant of the likely consequences of her choices. The time-honored American ethos of “live and let live” has metamorphosed into a categorical imperative to keep our mouths shut.

For years we have heard that single parenthood is an alternative lifestyle choice that doesn’t affect anyone but the person who chooses it. We have been instructed that society should loosen the stigma against it in order to promote individual freedom of choice. We have been scolded for being insufficiently sensitive to the plight of single mothers if we utter any criticism of their decisions. At the urging of various activist groups, the government and society at large have been developing a posture of neutrality among family arrangements. There are no better or worse forms of family, we are told. There are no “broken families,” only “different families.”

The premise behind this official posture of neutrality is false. The decision to become a single parent or to disrupt an existing family does affect people outside the immediate household. These words may seem harsh to adults who have already made crucial life decisions, but it is time to be candid. We need to create a vocabulary for lovingly, but firmly and without apology, telling young people what we know. Surely, telling the truth is no infringement on anyone’s liberty. Young people need to have accurate information about the choices they face. For their own sake — and for ours.

Alot of the stats given up there focus on boys but a father is important in girls lives too as a good father helps them know how to relate to other males they will meet in their lives and also provides more then one steady influence.Teen pregnany rates are higher in girls who grow up in single parent families.

Prison and single parenthood seem to really linked in the statistics, so let me simplify it.A single mother will have less money to take care of a family then a married or cohabiting couple.So in the case of the States she will more likely take on an extra job and have less time to monitor and bond with her children.So the children have more time to themselves and are more likely to fall under bad influences that lead them to committing crimes.I think this trend should be evident in a place like Kenya too.

The fact is that at the end of the day children need fathers (good fathers at that) then none at all.Single motherhood is not as glamorous, as easy and as empowering as the media would have you believe.Families are meant to have both parents and when we deviate from this there are consequences.
Here are some links for information.I am sure some of you will ferret out links that state the opposite and if you do so, good for you!

This post was just a PSA and in no way designed to change your opinions on parenthood.If you want to be a single parent then go ahead and indulge yourself!

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Part I - Are Fathers really neccesary?

I was thinking on doing a super post on the whole fatherhood issue but instead I will do a serial interactive post instead.

Father's Day comes and goes without the same warmth and celebration as Mother's Day. The phone companies do not strain nearly as much with the prerequisite calls. The florists? Forget it. As for gifts in general, it's not the hottest holiday for retailers. Eight out of 10 people wait until the week before Father's Day to buy dad a gift, according to the Mass Retail Association. What's the most popular gift for Dad? The survey shows that 42 percent of shoppers buy their father...a card.

Fact is that fathers are no big deal.More often then not the now accepted definition of family in many societies is a mother and her children.Single parenthood no longer carries the stigma it used to.A single woman can adopt and go to sperm bank and get pregnant and no one will bat an eye lid.Even back home in Kenya there are many single mothers by choice.Many of the women who are touted as icons for women are single mothers who have it all career, social glory and glowing children.A father is deemed uneccesary in this equation.The thing is nowadays you are likely to hear a woman say that she wants a child and a father does not figure in this equation at all other then as a sperm donor and future child support check writer.
Fact is that nowadays one income can bring up a child or two, in fact if you are in a first world country there is always the child support check to bolster the mothers earnings; so you have the cash without having to deal with the father.There is always daycare or in the case of Kenya, domestic help to care for the child when the mother is not home.
The disdain for fathers has extended to the mass media where more often then not fathers are potrayed in the 3 Ds (dumb, disaffected, dangerous). Commercials abound with fathers who cannot help their children do their homework, who use leaf blowers to clean the sitting room as they are too incompotent to learn how to use a vacuum cleaner and who create a collosal mess trying to cook a routine meal until microwave.I don't even want to get started about sitcomes and dramas which in the case of minorities last had Cosby as a good father figure while potrayals of weak and incompotent father figures in sitcoms and programs like Yes dear,Everyone loves Raymond, Simpsons, American Dad are the norm.Yes, that is the state of fatherhood in the Western mass media.
The fact is that women can do it all (so it seems), according to today's women there are no good men and women don't seem to need them anyway; as a result I ask myself and you out there, "Are fathers neccesary?" furthermore as Maureen Dowd asked "Are men neccesary?".

Part II - When there is no father....

PS:Ooooooooooh yeah!Ghana in, USA out!Wooooo hoooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What do men want?

At the moment I am working on one of my fabled cluttered superposts about the diminishing status of fatherhood, the increase in single parenthood and its' effect on children.Sounds like a term paper doesn't it?But the low key recognition of father's day got me to thinking about it.
But as I work on that here is something for the ladies to chew on.A woman asked, What do men want?And a man gave his response (that man was not me!).Happy reading!

I had to field this question, the answer is quite simple really.Men want honor, trust and integrity. Her remark was that this answer was cryptic, "no what do you mean?"

Well typical response from a feminist if you have to explain what these things are so for all the women reading this get out your pen and paper:

Men are not superficial like women, we do not look at your shoes, your hair, your purse, your watch, how expensive your clothes are or anything for that matter.
Women on the other hand obsess about these things in a potential guy. If you aren't wearing the newest shoes or fanciest watch, forget it.Men on the other hand look at your personality. Sure we want someone attractive, every single person does, but we don't care if you have or don't have money.

If you act like a slut, don't expect to get treated like a princess, if you put out right away we get the message that you put out for anyone and will never respect you.

If you flirt with all men at a bar, we know you have no integrity and you will never get an engagement ring from us. Same goes for hiding text messages and phone calls.

We don't want an attention whore. We want a stable woman that has tradtional family values. If you work, that is fine,, but since we do as well, we want someone to complement us.

We want loyalty, we don't want to always wonder if you will cheat on us.

We want integrity, if a man asks you out, tell him no and that you have a boyfriend.

If you are losing an argument bow out gracefully, men almost always do all the apologizing in fights.

When I come home I want to come to a peaceful home, stop nagging.

Relationshhips are give and take, just like you want a man to do things for you, you should do things for him. A woman that is a taker and not a giver will be alone.

Finally stop the entitlement complex, we get it you want to be spoiled, go find some punk to spoil you since a woman gets no respect in this instance.

I hope this clears a few things up.So basically if you are slutting it up and meeting men at bars and clubs all the time, stop bitching that you can't find a decent man because no man goes to those places to meet women they want to marry.

Regular programming will resume soon

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Metro Shuttles, KBS, Dreams and electric shocks

I remember when I was leaving Kenya, Metro Shuttles had just run aground.It seems KBS had not been paying GM for the shuttles so as they defaulted the shuttles were taken back.
I used to love taking Metro Shuttles when I was going to Westlands, Lavington and Karen.They were a welcome change from the pushing, cramped matatus with their oft rude touts.It was not uncommon for someone to forget something in a shuttle and to find it a few days later intact.The Michuki affiliated Citi Hoppas came into the market to rival Metro Shuttles and on the on set were doing a good job but still came in at a distant second.As they expanded and took over with the demise of Metro Shuttles standards plummeted and they began acting like their cavalier matatu counter parts.I do hope that someone comes in to fill the gap for quality transport that has been left open by Metro shuttle.

Metro Shuttle, you shall be missed; sniff sniff...

I am sure that the picture above is one that many of us can relate to.I will confess that in all the places that I lived I never did use Kenya Bus much but each ride was one to remember.I recall the days when no KBS lacked a preacher.A friend mine told me he had a neighbour who would get into the bus at Ngong and preach all the way to the city centre so as to get a free ride to work and do the same thing in the evening.I am sure some of us have also been in a KBS or Kayboo as they were sometimes reffered to, the last time I remember was when I was going to see a friend in Golf Course and the bus gave up the ghost just before the Memorial Forces Hospital (or I think that is what the Army hospital was called). I also remember the decrepit state of some of those buses which I think last saw water when Moses parted the Red Sea. Another bus I once rode in had a maize cob as the gear shift. Then I am sure we all remember how hard those seats were, I think the makers were economising on the use of stuffing.Since mismanagement, record losses and lack of investors are making it so that KBS will go the route of Uchumi, I do hope that some matatus cover those routes that were only serviced by KBS in the past.

Nick, Nick!Is that you?

Of course with the coming of the Michuki rules and the ban on multi-colored matatus we were ushered from this.

To this...blech!!!

Driving in Nairobi has become a really drab experience!I don't want to go into a matatu flashback thread (I'll leave that to Nick) but the Mat with the graffiti reminds me of some popular Mats of years gone by like Ricochet and KYC 100.But with the good come the bad!I also remember when we lived in Spring Valley if you had to travel by Matatu you steeled yourself!First of all it was a long ass walk to the bus stop and then a long wait for a matatu or the rare bus.Add to this the fact that these were the pre-Michuki days so you got into the Matatu (they were no nissans so it was only mini buses) and you were squeezed like sardines in an undersized tin.Then on the way back if you were not fast enough to get to the door, your stage was passed so you had an extra mile to walk.Let's just say as a result we learned time management skills real soon real fast so as to avoid making uneccesary trips, then we made friends with mobile neighbours even faster and then sweet talked the folks into letting us use the car whenever possible.The most annoying thing is that sometime after we moved the route got nissan minibuses!!!Aaaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!

I was one of those lucky few whose jobs did not neccesitate them being in town late as both of my long term jobs were either near home or provided transport.I used to have a workmate who lived in Eastlands and when the staff bus used to drop him in town we used to see the line that would snake around a building twice!What he would do was go get a snack or meet someone for a drink so that when he'd be done the line would be way shorter.Luckily my route never had that same problem.But I do recall once being stuck in one of Nairobi's infamous traffic jams and the guy sitting next to me had a cold and was sniffing and sneezing all over the damn place.I really wanted to throw him out of the window as I knew what would happen....yes I got a cold the very next day!

It is often said that houses especially those made of stone and certain woods store psychic energy that increases as the house gets older.This is one reason that old houses are the sites of hauntings and why some people will never by a house that someone has died in especially if it is old because it is believed that the ghost of the person may come to life or the memories held within its' walls will be reanimated hence voices in the middle of nowhere etc.Anyway I am not saying my house is haunted but I do tend to have a sensitive 6th sense (when I choose to sharpen it and listen to it) and I think somehow it has been peaked by this new house.I am having the most vivid dreams ever until I am considering going to bed with a notebook at my side.Last night I had a dream about a an old chic pal.She was one of those chics who knew who how to bend men to her will but when it came to me, I was like the moth who knew that the bright flame always burns so I was always wary around her. It also doesn't help that I was very laid back and soft spoken unlike the loud gung ho dudes whom she often ended up with.So that made her find me fascinating.She also used to think silent chilled out dudes were the hardest nuts to crack as you don't know what's going on in their heads.We did go out a few times but I think our joint suspicions made it hard for anything to happen.She's in Dubai now and actually got in touch the other day.It just got me to thinking how many times we end up being with people not because we are head over heels or taken with them but because we feel comfortable and in control of our emotions with them but then at times people get to thinking what could have been with that other person and you end up with an affair.I have had a host of other dreams but I usually forget them within the first hour unless I put them down on paper.Sleeping in this new house will always be an adventure!

Now for the AOB.Does anyone know how I can give myself an electric shock without frying myself?For some strange reason I have been having the yearning for an electric shock (no I am not depressed!).And no, I will not stick a knife into a socket!
ps:With the length of my latest posts you can guess how busy my office is!

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Dr Doom for President, heathy bears,macho sexuals and wayne rooney

I have been following the whole loss of Kenya's sovereignity and our bumbling President with a keen eye and I got to thinking.When Kibaki came into power, he let his Ministers run wild be autonomus and that seemed to bear fruit initially until they began to abuse the powers under them.Seeing as Kibaki aka Baba Jimmy has been very busy letting us know who his family member are (thanks to M I know that they are not Megatron, Laser Beak, Starscream and Sound Wave - that one was priceless!), I think that I know who the perfect candidate for our next President is.
Lightning strikes and the room gets dim.......
Doctor Doom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For those of you who don't know who Dr Doom is, see here and then come back.The thing is that logic and termperance has failed with our leaders in all levels of Kenyan life from politics to sport. In comic lore Dr Doom tends to be a benevolent dictator (sounds like a paradox doesn't it), he treats his subjects fairly but rules with an iron fist and doesn't hesitate to punish those who go against his wishes.
So I can see this scenario unfolding:
One afternoon a month after coming to power, Doom holds a garden dinner at State House (which is packed to capacity as no MP wants his absence noticed ). After the festivities and dinner Doom takes to the podium and thanks the MPs for coming to the dinner.He then tells the MPs how he has great love for his Kingdom and believes that its' resources should be free for all his subjects and not monopolised and plundered by a select few, he adds how it angers him that he has subjects who are too hungry and poor to worship his great name.At that point some of the MPs begin to fidget.
At that point in time the Doctor begans to read the names of various politicians from a piece of paper.The whispering in the audience becomes really loud as it is an open secret that those names are notorius for being the most corrupt of the corrupt and unproductive in their constituencies to boot.After the nakes are exhausted he asks those mentioned to join him on the podium.They do so hesitantly unsure of what the ruler has planned, he then addresses the crowd telling them that when he came to power he told the people that in exchange for giving him absolute rule that he would make the nation one they would be proud to be a part of.He then adds that when his subjects do anything that goes against his promise to the people they are bringing his name into disrepute.He peers at them through his gleaming mask and says that he cannot abide such vile behaviour, his steel gauntlets begin to gleam as the power in the suit accumulates.The legislators are paralysed with fear and before they know what is happening twin bolts of energy hit them and amids screams and cries for mercy they are vapourised.After that transparency and good governance became the order of the day.
It is a this point where I would like to shout Kura Kwa Daktari Doom!But we know that Dr Doom doesn't do elections!
This fun episode was brought to your by beer and ice cream before bed time!

If a bear can eat healthy, then so can we!This story made my morning.

What do women and companies want from men?Men were panned for being too hard and crude, so it was metro sexuals, so we had a large bunch of men learning how to cry, wearing sarongs and getting manicures and pedicures.Then came the uber sexuals, this is a male who is similar to a metrosexual but displays the traditional manly qualities such as confidence, strength, and class - leaving no doubt as to his sexual orientation.But now we have macho sexuals! Screw all that crap!I don't care what the companies and the ladies say, The Acolyte is going to do dress how he wants, acts how he wants and I suggest all men follow suit!

Why is Rooney always refered to as a dog?
Whenever Rooney is about to play in a big game or has just returned from injury the media always use headlines likening him to a dog. For example, the front page "Rooney let off the leash." Why is this? I know Rooney's no stud but surely comparing him to a dog is just an insult to the poor creature.

Have a nice day and don't insult the next dog you meet!

Monday, June 19, 2006

Sundays back home!

When I was in Kenya one of my favourite days of the week after Saturday was Sunday.Why Sunday?Well you see the thing is that since I used to work outside the cbd most of Saturday was spent running my errands ie going to the bank, going to pick up movies, shopping etc.So much I was not at work, wading through the masses in the city centre was not that much fun, add to that the heat and the traffic and you have one tired Acolyte.But then again it always did beat work and some of the sting was taken away by the times I would meet my friends for a drink and a soccer game, go see a movie etc.
But it still didn't beat Sunday.You see first of all Sundays for me back home always felt so relaxed and tranquil.When I would walk through the estate to where the newspaper vendor was I would notice the absence of human traffic as most people had the day off.Then there were the Sunday papers to look forward to even though I must admit that over time the Sunday papers became less and less enthralling and fun to read.Of course there was the Sunday breakfast of french toast, bacon and scones ( I don't do eggs). When I was in my church going phase, I also loved the way there was almost no traffic on the roads.Uhuru highway which was usual as fast moving as a river of molasses was mine to do with as I pleased (as long as the traffic cops were not present).
After the service and the usual gathering and catching up that would follow I would be off home to kick back or to go watch a movie seeing as I didn't have time to go to the cinema during the week.When I quit going to church I would instead start the day by shopping for my groceries.Ooooh Spicebear, this is the confession that you were waiting for......I love Nakumatt (esp the Uhuru Highway branch).I know guys are not supposed to love shopping and I don't but that Nakumatt was my kryptonite.I could spend hours on end starting from the the far end where the shower, bedroom fixtures were to the main supermarket part (I swear as long as it had a name those people sold it!) and end up in the clothes and sports goods section (the clothes they had weren't all that but once in a while a good bargain could be found). Of course I could also never miss out on going to Books first! the book franchise that was in all Nakumatts.They had a book selection that was different from what was on offer at Book point and other book shops in Nairobi.Plus I did love the food!At that time Nakumatt used to have offers printed on the back of the receipts and once in a while I would get a B.O.G.O.F (Buy one get one free) offer for certain meals.Here is another fact about me, I am a sucker for those kind of offers.I remember a shoe shop once had such an offer so what I did is that I bought two pairs of the exact same shoe (people used to wonder how long lasting my shoes were!).So I would always haul over a pal to enjoy the free meal (I don't think a chic I would be trying to impress would think highly of a dude who pays half of his tab with a coupon).Back to Books First! again, I remember the business when it used to be ran from a small shop in parklands then it moved to Westlands where they began selling books wholesale till they got to the point they could run their own shops alongside that and I was with them the whole way (If you are good to me, you have a customer for life!).
Anway other then going shopping, I loved going for Sunday drives. I only used to go out of town when I was with pals (and someone else's car) but I loved going to places like Muthaiga and Village Market.I have lived in may parts of Nairobi ie from Buru, Golf Course, Madaraka, Spring Valley, Westlands, South C ( I guess my parents took the label upwardly mobile to heart) but the places that stayed with me longest were Westlands and Spring Valley so I tend to be attracted to quiet leafy areas.That is one reason I loved the drive to Village Market and hanging out there (even though it could put quite a dent in your wallet). I also loved going to Sarit Centre as it also holds many memories and as they expanded it there just happened to be more for me to do and see!I managed to get a complimentary for the gym there (I don't know if it is still open) and that is a gym and a half (indoor pool and all!).Oh it's here that I confess that I was quite a connoiseur of gyms (I guess that's what happens when you were a student of yoga and different martial arts and have to follow your teachers all over town!)
But let's not forget there was also the odd premiership game that I would have to get together with my pal's to watch over the weekends ie Man U vs Arsenal, Arsenal vs Liverpool, Liverpool vs Arsenal, Liverpool vs Man U then being the soccer afficianado that I was, if we didnt have female company with us we would also watch the La Liga matches after that.Then of course let's not forget the occasional visit to Ole Polos for nyam chom.Then of course there was always soul at K2 when it took over from Carni!I remember when Soul at Carnivore used to be the thing, do any of you have memories of having friend pass by your house around 8 or 9pm and ask you to accompany them on an errand only to find yourself in Carni with a t-shirt and a track suit?Damn those were the days!There is a urban legend of a chic who was at Soul in her pyjamas as her friends came to see her when she was just getting into bed and asked her to make a round with them but the veracity of that account is in question but it is a funny story none the less!But of course K2 got cocky and brought in the ticket thing at the door and like many Kenyans I am allergic to any form of an entrance fee so my pals and I took our business to ka-choi aka Choices (btw has anyone noticed how the decor of that place never changes?They are almost as bad as Jeans in Nairobi West which only changed when pubs in Nairobi West had to close by 11pm leaving people like Milo with no where to black out.That reminds me that I have to do a post about clubbing in Nai soonest!).
But Sunday adventures would always end early as there was work the next day.Now the million dollar question is when I come back to Kenya next year on holiday, are there any bloggers who are willing to sacrifice Sundays to hang out with me?
Before I go.....
A lady lost three panties in her house & blamed her maid
In front of the husband, the maid replied:

"Baba wewe unajua vizuri mimi hua sivai

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Coupons,gestures, music and a Kenyan model

I am sure that with the heat that is checking in some of you are cooling off as much as possible.Well my coupon for my Eddy's Ice Cream came in the mail yesterday, I talked about what led to me getting the coupon here.
Anyway some of the mail that we get is for the house's previous occupants and the amazing thing is that for a very long time the house that I live in now has always had Kenyans living in it.So it is not uncommon for us to get mail for Julius Chege or Michael Kamau.Seeing as I will be leaving at the end of next sem, it will be upto my room mate and the next Kenyan who moves in to carry on the trend.
Other then that it hasn't been a weekend of note.I watched most of Something New (the Sanaa Lathan movie) with the Derailer on Saturday.It is actually a good movie and I didn't regret watching as much as I did.She is also a fan of House, so as a small gift I managed to download around 12 episodes from Season 2 and put them on dvd for her and she was overjoyed.Broke as I may be most of the time I still do think one can make a meaningful gesture once in a while.
Anyway I have been listening to alot of Anthony Hamilton.
I think his music is simply amazing and that they don't make music like his anymore.Plus is there anyone out there who can show me how to cultivate the rugged look that he has without me looking like I haven't slept in my house for the last 2 weeks?
ps:How low can you go?I just read this in the Buzz Magazine that comes with the Sunday Nation and I didn't even know what to say.
After being dumped by a British boyfriend, one of our gorgeous beauty queens has decided to display her semi-nude pictures at several tourist firms so that she can get a new boyfriend, the catch he must be British!
Sources told ‘Buzz’ that the beauty queen has vowed to spend the rest of her life with a Brit
through thick and thin. And now she has decided to advertise herself. According to a source at one of the tour firms, one Briton took her on a week-long holiday at the Coast but came back disappointed.
The man claimed that he felt wasted and in return did not get the hot romance and sex as he expected. “The guy, who lives in South Africa, said he spent more than 3,000 dollars and he felt cheated. He went back home a very disappointed man,” said the source. However, the queen will not relent on her quest to get a new Brit boyfie. “I will not mind whether he is old as a junk or he is a gardener in his country,” the model was heard saying.
I guess for some people white equals right.Be it a geezer or a gardener.Or is there something about British Men that I don't know?U.K bloggers if that is the case please set me straight.