Once upon a time,,,,there was the chronicles of a fresha that was authored by Vinniewatz and it used to elevate the reality to the world. I was clinching twenties and i was in my early years as a comrade or an university student. My ambitions were up high as i wanted to become a banker (by the way, what do we call those people who work in a bank,,,anyway i wanted to become one of them).
I was walking admiring the lawns and the well dressed grass at the university park. My mind was well set that it was time to gain knowledge and become the General Manager of Co-operative Bank in our region. It was just a dream, believe you me because i am still jobless three years down the line.
Some fool somewhere cheated me that i would succeed in college politics and clinch a seat in university union. Please, he lied to me!. One crucial thing that people need to succeed to university politics is money and fame. I came from a remote place where getting my own school fees was a problem, i wondered how i would finance my politics. But some people guaranteed my sucess as i was a popular guy with a good rapport that could influence students to vote for me.
Confidence built in me slowly like a mole house. I knew that things were going to work out but i had to work out with a certain clique that would enable me to win..that is where i made a mistake.....
to be continued when the Tv switch on...
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Thursday, 12 February 2015
VALENTINE: Kenyan Edition
The Chronicles are back....and they are smoky RED for the mood is right,,,,
I was going through my twitter and Facebook timeline just to find an anomaly that couldn't pass my eye. Why can i see so many ladies posting their photos with all the entire 4 liters of sadolin paint on their lips and their bumps held up high with matching colors from tip to toe. Theyaretoomanyto ignore; hence, i had to hit a like on one or two. For sure if i do like your photo then you are lucky enough to have pleased prince charming that he has to deviate from his important schedule to like your damn photo). Hold that thought for a minute, about photos, yes,,photos and those annoying hashtgaz you upload on social media. Ati ooo #morningtingz #feelingmaself #modellingtingz #iwokeuplikethis....that's a lie you woke up looking awful, without your make up, your hair looking like an old toothbrush and sleeping dress that depict your body without those bump enlargers. Allow me to refer to a columnist Michael Muraya that you can never be a model on instagram whereas your mother paid fees at %&#$# aviation to study disaster management which occurs once in a millennium.
Do not judge me for the irked tone that i started with, we were talking about my morning observation lest we forget. I was perusing my social networking sites and found an abnormal trend of these hashtags #valentinethings #feelinginthemood #singlebutloved...by who????? ask yourself that question a million times, but if you don't get an answer,,let me help.
Ladies and gentlemen it is that time of the year that we all experience a RED ambiance on the environment for an entire week if not month.For men, we try our level best to evade this neck strangling day that pilfers all the coins out of our wallets.Oh ladies graciously have mercy on us (if i would quote that catholic prayer). For heaven sake! it is only fourteen days after njaanuary that had pressured us to even putting our phones into airplane mode (kuhepa m,adeni). Then you need a treat after making us to do a hell of a shopping to take to your mother and extended cousins for Christmas whereas i evaded my mboiz because i could not afford a beer. In addition, mothers day is one month away where you all over sudden graduate to become mothers even if we are just dating and you want a treat. After that we have an international women's day before we hit labor day which you confuse with labor pain day, you also want to go out and i cater for the bills. Your birthday is around the corner, you want to invite all your friends, you want me to propose with an expensive ring and i take you to a cosy hotel. Seriously ladies are about to demand for a treat on fools day, oh my oh my::men we are dead. During my dress my choice campaign, men were seen in skirts defending ladies. Have you seen women rally for Nyeri men when they are allegedly disciplined by their wives?
MEN this is a wake up call to you, let us all arise and sing our national anthem "amkeni ndugu zetu" (actually it talks of ndugu not dada). We want a national holiday where we should be treated by women. We also need a national dialogue to discuss who should foot the bills for her mother's Christmas shopping. We also want to know what we get in return for all this spending. Period.
I was going through my twitter and Facebook timeline just to find an anomaly that couldn't pass my eye. Why can i see so many ladies posting their photos with all the entire 4 liters of sadolin paint on their lips and their bumps held up high with matching colors from tip to toe. Theyaretoomanyto ignore; hence, i had to hit a like on one or two. For sure if i do like your photo then you are lucky enough to have pleased prince charming that he has to deviate from his important schedule to like your damn photo). Hold that thought for a minute, about photos, yes,,photos and those annoying hashtgaz you upload on social media. Ati ooo #morningtingz #feelingmaself #modellingtingz #iwokeuplikethis....that's a lie you woke up looking awful, without your make up, your hair looking like an old toothbrush and sleeping dress that depict your body without those bump enlargers. Allow me to refer to a columnist Michael Muraya that you can never be a model on instagram whereas your mother paid fees at %&#$# aviation to study disaster management which occurs once in a millennium.
Do not judge me for the irked tone that i started with, we were talking about my morning observation lest we forget. I was perusing my social networking sites and found an abnormal trend of these hashtags #valentinethings #feelinginthemood #singlebutloved...by who????? ask yourself that question a million times, but if you don't get an answer,,let me help.
Ladies and gentlemen it is that time of the year that we all experience a RED ambiance on the environment for an entire week if not month.For men, we try our level best to evade this neck strangling day that pilfers all the coins out of our wallets.Oh ladies graciously have mercy on us (if i would quote that catholic prayer). For heaven sake! it is only fourteen days after njaanuary that had pressured us to even putting our phones into airplane mode (kuhepa m,adeni). Then you need a treat after making us to do a hell of a shopping to take to your mother and extended cousins for Christmas whereas i evaded my mboiz because i could not afford a beer. In addition, mothers day is one month away where you all over sudden graduate to become mothers even if we are just dating and you want a treat. After that we have an international women's day before we hit labor day which you confuse with labor pain day, you also want to go out and i cater for the bills. Your birthday is around the corner, you want to invite all your friends, you want me to propose with an expensive ring and i take you to a cosy hotel. Seriously ladies are about to demand for a treat on fools day, oh my oh my::men we are dead. During my dress my choice campaign, men were seen in skirts defending ladies. Have you seen women rally for Nyeri men when they are allegedly disciplined by their wives?
MEN this is a wake up call to you, let us all arise and sing our national anthem "amkeni ndugu zetu" (actually it talks of ndugu not dada). We want a national holiday where we should be treated by women. We also need a national dialogue to discuss who should foot the bills for her mother's Christmas shopping. We also want to know what we get in return for all this spending. Period.
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