Yihaaa

The week is over... the week is over....

Well not quite but almost over. Tomorrow is my last day of the working week after which I will head over the border. The trip to Moshi crushed and burned under the fire of a better offer. On one hand... an offer to go to Moshi and watch Rugby (at my expense) against the back drop of Mt. Kilimanjaro, the second offer being to go to Kampala all expenses paid and have a looong weekend, returning on Monday. Hmmmm.... From what I have heard of Kampala, Moshi never stood a chance. No... It had nothing to do with the expenses.

Weekend: My weekend started well enough with the Kabeberi 7's and my footy team winning on Saturday. Ended up in a night club with my brother (who was supposed to be enroute to Mombasa before getting the royal summons back home)… Then Sunday my eejit of a rider Dani went and crushed into Nicky. Now Valentino is a dead cert on retaining his crown. Oh why..... I was so frustrated I walked out of the house and came to office to follow the rest of the race on the internet.....

Books: Read "Angela's Ashes"... I never felt like I had a great childhood and lovely parents till this book came and changed my perspective. I recommend it for anyone.... I know the movie is more available but with the book, you will be speaking in an Irish accent before you are half way to the end of it

Internet: I browsed Boney M early this week. It is amazing how changed they all are; It’s sad when you imagine how popular these guys were 20 years ago (Xmas was not Xmas without the song Mary's Born Child" playing off the state owned radio station. When I think that these guys are not exceedingly filthy rich after 4 smashing records and air play in even farthest Africa, its amazing how times have changed. Shakira probably makes more money off a single than their life time earnings.

In my Mail: 10 Dating Tips for Christian Girls: 1. If he tells you that you are hot...Tell him God made you hot.
2. If he wants to hold your hand...Give him a Bible.
3. If he tries to get closer...Tell him the Holy Spirit is wooing him.
4. If he asks to pay for dinner...Remind him that Jesus also paid a debt He did not owe!
5. If he reaches his arm around you...Tell him that nobody will ever be as close to you as Jesus is.(or ask him if you instead could "lay hands" on him in prayer)6. If he tries to kiss you...Remind him that a kiss killed your Savior.(and you're not ready to "speak in tongues")
7. If he asks to come inside...Ask him if he has asked Jesus to come inside his heart.
8. If he tells you he loves you...Tell him that Jesus loves him.
9. If he gets angry that you won't put out...Clarify to him that W.W.J.D. does NOT mean "Who would Jesus Do."
10. After you dump him...Tell him that Jesus Christ will never leave or forsake him.

Janus: My workmates have all been fighting for a trip to South Africa. My nominee was out voted by my Director’s nominee. On one hand it is such a pity. On the other hand, now I get to look like a tried

Heep: I feel so bad that we tried and failed….

Salut!

Another Month Goes By

I am more or less convinced that I am a reader and not a writer. A whole month between posts!!??? I always saw myself as a Black Hemingway - all the talent bottled in; just waiting for a release, but the reality is since I got hooked on this bloging, all I have done is read more and more blogs while posting zero.... Of course also not knowing anyone else doesn’t make it easy.... But I finally got one comment on my blog.... The vanity! The pride!

Well all that's changed in the last month is the cigs are back and shame o shame so is the booze – at least briefly. On Tuesday I stepped into that pit that is "Pavement" with a couple (ok maybe 6-7) buddies. A bunch of drinks later we decided to step out...

"Bill Please"

Bill is presented and to my shock and dismay, Bill has (at the back in pen) 9,300/= on it. "Whaaaaat!!!???" Never, and I mean never am I going there with anyone again. Not to get finger pointing; but one of my "friends" promptly volunteered to round of the bill with a 300/= contribution. 9,300 divide by 6 has never been 300... Well not until you have such friends (pronounced Fredz). I can safely say I am off the booze again after that one. Now to fight the addiction for “one last puff”

Well so its Furahi day. Time to drive around in circles looking for a place to "heng"... One of the things I love about Nairobi is the mutual distrust among strangers. I walk into a place, I am watching my wallet, my neighbor is watching his wallet, the girl across is watching her drink lest some one spikes it and the bar lady is watching how drunk we are so she can slide a few more tuskers on to the bill.... Lovely! Such fun! Finally, some lady of the night will slide up to me and once she realizes my Swahili is crap, she will ask me if I am a Nigerian just because she thinks all non East Africans must by default be West Africans. I am sure that’s what she thinks coz once I state that I am not Nigerian, her next guess will be Ghanaian, then Cameroonian, Then, exasperated she will go for Congolese.... Hey!!! Is it coz I am... what??? Me pants aren’t tied next to my umbilicus, I don’t have any jewelry on me and I didn’t talk about oil or say “Oga my Broda”..... Finally bored I will saunter out of the clpub (I don’t know if these are pubs or clubs)... Driving home will be boosted with the rush of adrenalin - speeding along deserted roads and hooting at the gate praying and promising myself to come back a few hours earlier next time....

So much for comments on Nairobi - lovely town it is. Next week is another public holiday. If the rumors are confirmed that the next Monday is a holiday as well then I probably will run across the border to Moshi, a town I have not been to yet but I am told it’s a lovely place to go.... Else it will be time for more mad driving, mutual distrust and bills that just don’t make sense....

My accuser that I was bogus (and who only a few months earlier proposed that I become a CFA - as if I knew what that was) finally got a man to settle down with and I am down on bended knee hoping it works out so she can be happy.... Naah, so I can exhale....

My kid bro is back in Nairobi so this should be a great weekend.

Sports.... The season comes to an end in a couple of weeks (the only season of sports I follow with passion). Not much to look forward too seeing as my man Dani Pedrosa is down in fifth and lets see... Valentino was fastest in free practice 1 and Dani was sixth…

Music…. I am just cruising through the last hours of work listening to Misguided Roses… Edwin McCain

Learning…. Today I had a conversation with some one from Azerbaijan he spoke broken English, I spoke broken Russian, He understood me, I had no clue what he was typing… Some things you can’t fake

Emails…. I don’t open my email for a week and when I do open it I have 375 offers to buy Viagra, win the lottery (actually they say I already won) or date black singles….. Not to forget the usual mail where I am told there is a fortune lying in a bank and I have been chosen as the sole owner of this money….

And later tonight, some one will think I am Nigerian!