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Tuesday 31 March 2015

EAST-LANDS IS HOME,,,,The Chronicles

I know i have kept you waiting for part two but finally, the palatable, inevitable, deluxe and most exciting blogger is back again. You can simply say, "another one from crater automobiles,,sorry another one from vinniewatz story telling dungeon."


...The cool breeze swarm in the air as we sat cool and calm waiting for the most outrageous thing to happen. You could see white smoke puff out of our mouths, like those people who live in icy regions breathing hard after each tick and tock of the clock. A train of thoughts whirled and twigged in the little brains in our big heads as we thought of a way out. The loud knocks of Oti forcing himself into other people rooms could not be ignored as his screeching voice irked the ears. I wonder why people with huge bodies have a faint voice which is not proportional to their body size. Anyway, Oti's voice spoiled the tranquil ambiance that was dominated by fear in us.

Jaymo had a suggestion, "why don't we jump over the window and leave the legal owners of the room to face Oti as they will not be victimized." Not only this idea was stupid, but also thoughtless. How can we jump from the third floor and the ground was cemented? Secondly, the room was so stuffed that even the blind could see that it accommodated more than two people. As always, i had a better idea to salvage the situation. Pray, pray and pray hard. Everyone laughed at my idea so i did not pray but whispered to God to save me the embarrassment that was about to happen.

Three...two..one...knock knock knock!!!! At last, our most awaited "guest" arrived and in style. His first statement was "Vinnie i know you were not awarded a room this semester, with a well labelled diagram, can you explain what you are doing in this room."  My heart was pierced with two huge swords that matched the ones used to protect the king during the Roman Empire. A sharp, electrifying pain swished through my stomach affecting my gait posture before i could think of a response. The security officers resembled Men In Black as they all wore black suits that comprehended their toned black skin color. They resembled a vacated coal mining dungeon somewhere in Kitui. My two ears flipped from side to side trying to figure out what next. Before i could utter a word, the security guys were on my neck you could have thought i was in the EACC corruption report. Actually, we were told to step aside, not to allow investigation, but to...


... the next thing was being frog matched with all your belongings to the "Kamukunji Square" where we used to gather during campaigns and any other gatherings. Everyone basked on the hostel balconies to watch the parasites who have been squandering their resources without paying a single cent. Unfortunately, one of our classmates had "boxed" a fellow lady classmate. Imagine she witnessed all this happening and the way she was best known for rumor mongering. She did not have a mouth but a beak because she could not stomach any information but spread it to the other faster than diffusion. My world was now crumbling as i imagined how i will face my classmates on Monday. To add insults to injury, my die hard team Chelsea had lost to the Manchester....as in ManCity and you know how people are against champions. I imagined the kind of a week i will endure,,,


A man never crumbles to the ground but picks himself up and makes a move. I collected all my paper bags and hit the road facing east. East-land was my final destination and there life begun...



teren teren tereen if you need to know how we interacted with East-land life. Keep tuned to this station that does not require a digital set box to watch....

#Iamout


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