NAIROBERRY!!!

i had planned on spending my sunday indoors. despite my buying wrong cds...twice(i have this particualar series i want to watch but i don't know the name. i bought life as we know it and accidentally on purpose on two separate occasions thinking it was it...hmmm...talk about confusion). i had still planned on spending my day indoors before Boss(dad) called me and told me to go pick Rajab(long lost prodigal uncle of mine who was exiled in India because no one could live with him).

so i wake up earlier than usual and have my morning treat of cake, biscuits and milk in the morning sun.vitamin D moment i call it. then tweet away @meddyguru, update flowetree and after all i get to listen to some crazy beats as i prepare. so i'm off.a few steps into tao(from khoja to posta number 9) n i'm faced by this chokosh. now i'm a short guy, so most people will tower over me...and this guy was tall. he approaches with his dirty fist to got to and asks for some change...my first reaction is to run....which i do. so i duck him and now he is behind me. but the guy doesn't give up. he pulls me back...again...the dirty hands...now on my sweater(white). he goes on about how he is starving and has a kid who is sick. i normally do not give out change in town...even to the little kids.i wasn't going to give out this time...then shit happened.

after realizing i wasn't going to give him anything, he pulled out that weapon they have tucked in the inside pockets of their overcoats(it isn't a 9mm)but rather...a small tin full of shit. so now that we have a new deal on the table...we had to negotiate. so im like.'you want money for food, ok. lemmie buy you food.' by now we are at that baker's inn. so i get in, buy something the guy jovial on my back yapping away.  i hand him the food but he refuses and says he wants the doe.so i give him a 50.he asks me where i'm headed. south c...how much fare?50...i get his flow. i tell him to give me the 50 nad i hand him the 100 and we walk on...

by now many of you are wondering why i did not just take to my heels.or yell MWIZI! i don't know either. i thought after all the 'bonding' that was going on, he would just be satisfied and let me go. i had been forced to give away my belongings like 3 moths ago...happened in the same area. the incident was different. these were well dressed guys(obviously not dressed as well as i do) but not as muggers either. they made away with my 2 month old E-90, mob doe and my beloved ring.(i was a target because they assumed i had a laptop...im my man purse that couldnt even fit the E-90 SHAME) so you think when something like this happens again will b ready. i had even replayed what i'd do and say in case. i think i'm on of those cases of easier said than done...ama i sit easier thought than done.
to cut a very short story very short. the guy did not leave me alone. he made away with my phone...and the 100.haha he had almost dragged me to his colleagues...i guess i escaped that, the shit obviously and some filled up syringes he kept brandishing.
i hate the ghetto side of town(the other side of tom mboya).mostly beacause of the congestion and commotion. now i have vowed never to set a foot there again.
i eventually make my way to south c. i'm with akil's aunt and she tries consoling me with some stories of other pople who have been through the same.6 in the past week and herself...some years ago. she was actually smeared with shit...:P(that was conoslation enough). i call boss and he insists i have to make my way to the airport.honestly i was in no mood.i still blame the events on his sending me. but you don't say no to boss. so i make my was to JKIA.

last time i was there. man....i grow too fast.i ask around and get the international arrivals. prodigal nephew's flight was scheduled to land at 1.30. i was 30mins late. so i stand directly infront of the arrival exit....and wait...and wait...AND WAIT!!

 i go to the help desk but all i know is that it is a flight from india and was scheduled to land at 1.30. so they say clearing takes some time...so i go back to my spot...and wait. now everyone had placards with names of their respective customners. i wondered why i did not make one...:-s. Guys must feel goldy walking from arrivals and having a placcard with their name. i must try that...newho,Rajab is nowhere at 4. i have no phone to call home. tricky...i ask around and some vendor helps out. i ask boss and he tells me to wait out...again, you do not say no to boss. at 6 i just walked away. afterall, he can't call and fuss...

GUYS ARE NEVER JUST NICE TO GIRLS FOR NO REASON!!!

true.we are not the U.N....nor the IMF n certainly not the world bank. and you know why this reference is on money related institutions. because most of the ways guys are good to girls is...monetary wise.or so we think.when you sit down and think however, it extends further...much further than just money. when a guy sees a girl he wants, its like the 'help out' button is released by our brain to the rest of our body. many a men have been blinded by the allure of woman. didn't the world go to war because of a woman...and a recent refrence...didn't the arab revolution start because of a woman. and ain't we on earth because of the allure of a woman??

even the movies emphsise it. the famous 'bump in' scene. the girl has books close to her chest, as she turns, the guy bumps into her and she drops them down.they both get down to collect them and at times even knock heads...but after a few sorries, the guy always walks away carrying the books.or the scene where the guy helps a girl pick a book from a higher shelf that her short stature wouldn't have otherwise allowed her to get to.or the guy neighbor who has hots for his hot female neighbor and helps her carry the grocery and shopping into the house...or occasionally helps with her plumbing and fixing her bulbs. the list is endless.

when i had just joined campus i had hots for this girl(i won't mention her name because i am still in the same campus and we will be together in class for at least another 2 years). i would do almost everything for this chick. what i really remember about today's topic is this day when she was to go to coast to meet her man(yeah...i did all that in knowledge that she had a guy). she was to travel with the night bus. unfortunately, come evening, the heavens opened to some shower.heavy as hell...a hoard of us had promised to escort her, but at the sight of dark clouds, guys decided to settle for the warm and dry of their rooms. so i took her to the bus station....and if i remember well, i'm sure i gave her some pocket money for the trip. call it being naive... sometimes its the depth guys go for girls we like.but contrary to what girls think, we ain't the good Samaritans that our images portray.

no doubt some guys just have a good heart. for the rest of us however, all our good deeds are for another cause. a guy may just like you are at least thinks of you sexually. for some weird reason we think being good will win the girls over. however, since studies and stats have shown that it's the bad guys that both good girls and bad girls prefer, i'm not sure who still plays the 'be good to the girl' card. the worst thing about guys being good to girls is being put in the friendship zone. today i was on site campo and there was this post...

It's official. We're tired of girls complaining that there are no good guys left...hallooo...we are EXACTLY where you left us, IN THE FRIEND ZONE!! Benefits anyone?

hahaha...true as hell. no one can deny. its a cruel feeling i swear. all of us have been there.after all the good doing and ass kissing, the chick doesn't realize that you are there. and like in ma situation(being a guru), and girls always opening up to me(not their tops of course), it's unbelievable. but where do u draw the line and stop being a pussy and...want pussy?

the group of guys who have mastered the art of getting what they want from girls must be sugar daddies. they pay heavily for their mistresses. lavish fully furnished apartments, cars and monthly shopping. in return they get wild sex at weird times of the day and adrenaline filled 'hope i am not caught' sex that their overworked wives lacking elasticity from a number of births would not even dream of giving....even in their wildest dreams.

of late the scratch my back i scratch yours policy seems to be to be getting a better acceptnce. more so now that girls know that they have the secret weapon down there. what is left is us guys reversing the role. you want the good i have to offer, part your legs. by the way...it woks perfectly(speaking from experience). and what's more is that the girls themselves know. i think we just weren't asking. 

so if you want a girl....ask. it goes a long way being straight forward with girls as i we all know they can't themselves. if you do good and you don't reap, stop doing good. if there was something there, she will come back to you...if not. you were wasting your time and efforts and would rather invest them elsewhere. or we have a win-win situation...friends with benefits. i do good, i get laid...she gets laid and gets good done to her.