Thursday 3 November 2011

To Uganda and back...

so i spent last week in The pearl of Africa. no doubt i love my homeland...despite my not wanting to stay there.
the best thing about being home is i do a lot nothing. now many people who are close to me have labelled me a mama's boy...and i don't know how true that is(I think all guys are mama's boys...we have that close bond to our mothers as girls have to their fathers). so this is my story of gaining 4Ibs in a week...

i was to travel the week before last of November. and everything was in palce...but you know how lazy i get. i ended up using all my fare and by the time the weekend came...i had close to nothing. so we spent the whole of saturday and Sunday(22nd & 23rd) hustling with MAWE (https://www.facebook.com/groups/234227409925894/).
the evolution of mawe

 it's almost unbelivable how much people get broke just towards the end of the month.

we eventually managed to get the money and book the ticket. aside from the being busy and attending the Kenya ni Kwetu
event just outside city hall(hosted by kenyan poet) and watching some awesome performances(i was deeply moved by some poor slam kids who had an electrifying performance. it's a pity how much talent is wasted in our slums... to think out of performers like El poet and Antoneosoul...







Antoneosoul of paragasha
El poet doing his thing

these kids actually beat em) i managed to skive the humiliation that was Manchester United being treated like ass wipe(at Old Trafford). to think some weeks ago when we were trailing 3-2 to FC Basel (a game we were leading 2-0) and i kept referring to our bring at the theater of dreams and how we never lose at the theater of dreams.

 you know how rowdy boys get when watching football... more so when it is on campus and it's just a testosterone filled room. i was almost deaf by the end of the BS from man u haters. but i had the final laugh when we drew...at least we did not lose. lucky for me i'm off session and was off twitter and fb even a week after the drubbing. guys were out for blood....MINE!!!
i guess it was not  battle on that day

my trip was excruciating to say the least. and with the constant threat of being bombed (the bus group had been bombed earlier in the year. what about now with the heightened tension after our government decided to take on the 'blow at will' Al-Shabab).

 by the time i got to the border(which is like half the distance) my neck was sore on one side and had puffy eyes. the guy who sat behind me could not let my sit recline. imagine sitting upright for over 13hours...then try the impossible task of sleeping also.
uncomfy bus ride...
you feel like you are in class for more than half a day.at least i can even slouch in class.... oh..plus due to the aforementioned inadequacy of funds, i had to travel with 200bob. so add hunger to the discomfort...by the time i was alighting the bus at Mukono (my home town)...i felt like smacking someone...HARD!! to add to my displeasure, the rain was pounding away and i had to endure a not so short motorbike ride.... so now it was DISCOMFORT, HUNGER & i was SOAKED to my boxers.....
DISCOMFORT, HUNGER& SOAKED=F&$#

as i said, the best thing about being home is doing nothing. i go into my cycle of eat,sleeping,movies,eating,sleeping.... i broke this off when i decided to visit my bro at his school. he had been transferred to a boarding school just close to home(500 meters or so away). so a few steps into the school and my name is yelled out. i see him running from some distance away and the image is that of those figurines guys have on the dashboards on their cars with big bobbing heads.
just a bobbing head
                                     
 this was a kid who weighed 40Lbs by the time he was 3.
this is how he looked...
                           
and he gained weight over the years. he was not obese...but he wasn't you average kids size either. but now.... i was AWED & pained. i tried to hide it most of that afternoon. but eventually i had to comment...'man you have lost wait'. and it echoed in my mind that that's the same statement i was told after my first term in high school boarding (i can have 100 blog posts of my high school experience...but that's for another day). then i asked myself...is this how thin i got?



the rest of the week was a blur. except that my fears when nai was bombed. actually, grenades were thrown into 2 clubs.:(  the only other highlight was at the end of the week when we had mum's graduation party for finishing her Masters. Congrats mum...


 At a time when i do not have any responsibilities but still slack in studying and barely pass my exams, she soldiers on and almost tops her class. what does that say about me?more so...what does it say about her?:P

+ highlight of the event...MAMACITA ALERT!!!
YEAH!!!!
 and the best thing...we ain't related. always hated when you sight a chick at a home event and when you are finally introduced it's...'this is your cousin...from your aunt...and uncle...' WTF!!!


Down side of the trip..i could not go out. i can't imagine that for 6days...it rained every afternoon...and nights on weekends. i was all dressed up and psyked for the dancefloor on friday night. if you want crazy nights, you need to experience Kampala. Bumping music and fat ass chicks...
Fuck the rain!!!!
F$#%


Saturday 1 October 2011

OF CONCERTS & EVENTS IN NAIROBI....

CONCERTS!!!!

so today there's a concert at carnivore. the tusker thing where eve, shaggy n windeck are coming. sounds fun...

i have never been to a concert before(do not comment).... at first it was just the lack of opportunity thing...i did not start going out until i was late in my teens...now, its just phobia i have. CONCOPHOBIA....hahaha


it's in my early days when i still lived in highrise(the highrise estate off mbagathi)  that i realized what really happend....by the way, this is before i was anywhere near my teens. we were constantly bullied by the big guys in the estate. you would get out your ball and they would play with it until it was dark.
 if you were lucky, you would play with them...hahaha...think of my fat 8 year old ass in the premiership...that was more like how it was. or you would get your bike out over holidays at say 8am (how did we mange to wake up so early those days?) and they would take it and return it at say 7pm. the good thing is that...they always returned your stuff lest you went to their homes...


unfortunately for those guys who would go for night concerts at carni...they did not know these guys...nor their homes. so whatever the bullies picked could not be returned. after every major concert, the bullies in our estate would either be loaded or clad in new stuff. now you do not need to second guess  where some poor kid got 8k timberland boots from...
The problem with carni at that time was its distance from the road. more so if you were javing...after you get off the mat, by the time you get to the concert gates you look like you just stepped out of a plane from Baghdad. 
no shoes,no money, disheveled hair...guys would even turn up with no trousers. these days, the mugging happens inside carni...i won't even get into that...the stories are just as funny as they are sad. 

and how can i forget how it rains on almost all concerts...

so i do not go for  concerts, but i never missed any 6am event. 
yeah...at least those first days when it was like a secret society and the rest of the guys were like...'what's that noise you guys listen to all night...i can barely get through  a song...' and venues they had never heard of.no way the highrise bullies could get there...:-) then unfortunately, in their shift from ignorance...shit happened. these everybody listens to trance and house music. think of the tout in the mat and wanutty wa esto...

for me, aside from the fun and euphoria the music itself brings, it was the exclusivity of the whole thing.
 i remember my first speakerz freakerz at the loft. it was nothing short of legendary... now look at earthdance  three weeks. if you did not get your little bro or siz...it must have been the tout...hahaha

so its Saturday and where as guys are thinking about going to carni. i'm bored and just pissed. after my recent run ins with muggers in the middle of town...in broad day light, there's no way i will be taking myself to them in westy. i wouldn't mind them taking my phone though...hahaha.... i'm pissed that westy will be empty...girls love celebs...as witnessed here below....
and if you remember when RDX were in nairobi and the whole city was on al fours!! i have to say though that the craziness at the events is something i'm looking forward to experiencing.






NAIROBI ON ALL FOURS

its near blasphemous that mpaka road will be a sausage fest tonight...what to do??????

normally on PUSSY AVENUE(mpaka road westy)

But today...




















Wednesday 21 September 2011

INHUMANE!

BE WARNED......






FUNNY, STUPID PICS...

So i tried to get some funny and stupid pics from around and about. most are from kenya (or so i hope).


the story?is it a guy?is it a chick?




so this guy decided to take a pic of the riot police


4 THE CELEBRITIES....







how we advertise...




oh boy



hmmmmm...




MILITARY....






no comment



MAN & WIFE



Who's pregnant here?


the difference between you and your wife in 20 years



EVOLUTION



evolution of mawe

i guess we are still evolving

el fruity


CARTONS...





this guy must be Indian...or european 




Kenyan famine and hunger....

women 4 u...














QUOTES...




MEN...



COWS....



how?

PREMITIVE....

hmmmm....







it's the mobile phone era









COOKING....




PASTORS....


so not all pastors are gay




LOCK DOWN....
abstinence is the key








WOMEN 4 U...


are there E cup sized bras?






SEX






this is how we diss in high chool



family road trip


and you wonder why population growth is as it is...



jackson family reunion


hotspot



deep in the vilage



girls in the urinal



just so you know, senye means pussy


shaq n girl fried...miles apart



POLITICAL...

kenyan member of parliament






not so funny...





orie rogo mambuzi
this ain't kenyan


DOGS












post ellection violence...
WHO'S YOUR DADDY?


who's your daddy?
KIDS.....


supra frenzy...










DANCING...











ATTIRE...