On Being Bogus

Apparently a friend of mine was drugged while on a Bus to Nairobi. All he remembers is sitting next to a very talkative gentleman who offered him a biscuit... Next thing; he woke up in Nairobi Hospital with no wallet, no phone (the thief "graciously" checked his phone for Kenyan numbers and slipped a note - with my number included - into his pocket!) and no recollection of the fact that (after being called by the bus company) he was picked by some friends all intoxicated and telling his deepest secrets.... Apparently all he had was 2,000/= in his pocket. He was so "dosed" his heartbeat was in the lower 40's. I can't believe he almost died for a paltry 2,000/= The moral of the story is....
i) Travel by air
ii) if not i) above then travel on a bus next to a a bona fide priest
iii) That flavour in the biscuit is gonna kill you! Drop any biscuits u are offered on a bus on the floor "by mistake" and then claim a fulls tomach... Then let the hanger pangs kick in slowly

I can't believe they isn't enough salary in my month this time around. Just 11 days into the month and I am already heading for my last "reds". Hmmmm... Onatop ( a la Bond, James Bond) of that my boss just sent out a note for people to bid for some computers including my old one. The one I didnt want to delete those 1,000's of downlaoded songs and video's from. So I just sent in my abnormaly high bid. No one, and I mean no one, is getting all those hours of Napster for free!

On the title: I was supposed to meet a friend over the weekend but was unable to make it. The usual poor scheduling where I make 3 dates and can only turn up for one. So now she says I am bogus. And fake. How can I be fake???? I am a genuine, honest liar and maker of appointments I dont keep. Isn't that as original as one can get? Did I add this was what is called a clande meeting?

I am getting all tired of this anyway.... Maybe monogamy is the solution?

And the sofa yelled Dani!

What a weekend! For a sports lover who admires Dani Pedrosa that is. I was totally amazed as the lil Spaniard came in third in Sepang.... Me and all of my sofa mates (last count zero) were so tense the entire race as the pessimistic commentators wondered how long the painkillers would last.... Wow! Now if only some Italian genious could have a tumble in the first corner of the next race, taking a certain American down with him.....

Another cold morning in Nairobi. I probably should be working and not killing these man hours on the internet....

Dani! Dani!

My kid bro passed through Nairobi on Saturday from a month long post-uni holiday in Mombasa.... I go out to town, I come home and find him with a "friend" (female of course) he met somewhere or the other - probably at the neighbourhood mall. A cutie too... She looked kinda familiar and since the only places we could have met all start with F... F1, F2, F3... and not F for Formula, I was pretty worried..... With a piercing look into her eyes, I asked "have we met before", to which she smilingly refers me to some ad on some local Tv.... As if I can remember who appears in which ad on Tv.... On my way out (I know when I am not needed) I took time to remind him not to forget to fasten the cond... oops I mean the safety belt. Fortunately he left for home on Sunday morning....Hands of too you bro... 24 hours in Nairobi and you already had a cute friend, pity you called her using my cell phone. Number has been saved for a cold day and hehehe... you know there are plenty of those in Nairobi...

Today is September 11th...

A rumbling day

Well so now I return to my blog after a week or two spent in warmer climes... I didnt come back with a tan (too much of that stuff produced by melanocytes - melanin) but I came back with a bunch of memories... of a night club whose name quite aptly is translated as black angel... Not as good as F2 when it comes to the feeling of sin in the air but better music, great crowd, great nights.....

Its been a week back in Nairobi and its still the same old Nairobi. Maybe with longer lines for matatus now that some crack down is supposed to be going on. I compare the police force here to others which "protect and serve" and they come up a little short. Why announce one morning that you are cracking down on unlicensed vehicles... starting today? It makes more sense to announce that in a weeks time, you are cracking down on these vehicles. Of course chances are, the matatu owners will play cat and mouse and not pay for the road license but THEN no one can blame the cops.... Can they? Right now they get a lot of the blame and rightly so....

Today I MC'd at some function. Given all of 2 hours notice.... It was quite rightly, a disaster. I mean how was I to know what jokes would work with a crowd I had no idea about? Eish this job...

Nairobi on a weekend: I walked around Nairobi on a Saturday for the first time this past weekend... wow!!!!! I see what I have been missing by avoiding the center of town.... First I get into burgerdome and there is this dude sending a mail to bbwafrica whom I just happen to remember (as an expert on personals and such websites) is looking for adult friends and hopes to find (hint hint).... Then I get into the Nando opposite Hilton and get me an empty table... next thing I know I have these 3 sweet lil things asking if the seats are free (d'oh... they are soo free!!!) and we chit chat about this and that... I would have gotten some numbers but... I am cutting down on these things... not building up!

My beste leaves tonight for the UK.... 3 years of studying in some obscure lil town... I will miss her... Yes, even not withstanding her telling me about a boyfriend in the US at our farewell meeting... After years of friendship... Gal u could have mentioned this earlier...

The sun has gone to sleep and so must I....