Honest Scrap award!


It appears that I have been awarded the prestigious Honest Scrap award by the one and only Lady Farmgal.


The little trophy says “This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blog’s content or design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.” I would like to thank FG for this honour because really, I don’t see anyone more fitting to receive it than myself. I would also like to thank the Almighty for giving me fingers to type, my parents for…….


Rules

  • You must brag about the award (I just did that up there, no?)
  • You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger
  • You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.
  • Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog.
  • List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on with the instructions!


So here are ten truths about me (as if y’all need more)


1. I once narrowly avoided arrest at Johannesburg International Airport (now O.R. Tambo International) in 2005 for being in possession of an AK-47 bullet. I shit you not. It was a replica of a bullet, made into a pendant. I managed to get through one airport earlier that morning with the receipt from the shop where I bought it and they let me through bila maswali mengi. So I begged and pleaded and after calling the store to confirm that I did purchase the bullet there, they confiscated it and let me go.

2. I have a very low opinion of modern day feminists. They disgust me. But that doesn’t make me a chauvinist.

3. I have a habit of nicknaming things. I call my laptop Cathy (coz it’s a Compaq, and it has serious PMS-like mood swings) Pinky coz it’s…well…pink. My two cars were Helen and Helen Bandia. I also have a knack for nicknaming my friends. My phone book contains names such as JVC (Jaluo Very Charming), Bullshit, I Shit You Not, Baengele, M.O.M.C (Mother of my children), Bushman, Powertab, Mascot, Kilunda, Gadaffi, Semantics, Mr Bad, Papa Shirandula, Mr Dad, Ms Ethiopia, KAR 041U, Ms No Panties, Muskaki, Eyewitness, Boxman, Rockstar, Runda’s Finest, Superwoman, Ka Smiley, Frishy-Frish etc.

4. If my little flat was to catch fire and I could only save two things, I’d grab Pinky and Cathy.

5. As mentioned in this post, I decided to mend relations with people who were close to me at some point and shit came between us. So far, so good. But it involves a lot of ass kissing and however much I think I’m beyond that, sometimes it needs to be done. There are some asses I’ve saved for last coz I’m 100% sure the ass owners will enjoy every second of it, and might specify that it be done with red lipstick!

6. I still think Grace M. is pure eye candy. Bite me.

7. When I listen to music (well…some) I picture the instrumentals in form of a painting. I do that for several songs, I simply close my eyes and paint something. It's beautiful, really. Does anyone know any application that removes lyrics from music thus leaving only the instrumentals? Me thinks that's the best way to listen to sh*t hop...sans lyrics!!

8. I think I’m a fairly good judge of character and I generally make friends quite easily. However, with my goldfish memory (I sometimes forget what I’m saying mid-sentence!) I tend to forget people quite fast as well. If I meet someone and we don’t click from the onset, then there must be something wrong with them. Most times I’m usually right.

9. I have one brother, two step brothers and a step sister. I don’t get along with my brother, but he’s by far the funniest person I’ve ever met in my life. My brothers and I are talented in different ways. My older step brother is an actor, my brother is a comedian, he’s the kind of person who walks into the room and everyone bursts into laughter. I used to act in plays and I have ambitions of becoming a writer someday. My younger step brother is a singer in an up and coming afro-soul band. My step sister is loud and obnoxious just like her mother so I don’t like her much.

10. For some reason, people come to me with their relationship issues like I’m some sort of relationship counselor. I take it in my stride though, I do as much as I can to sort them out. The problem with that is that I can’t use those skills to sort out my own relationship issues!


I hereby bestow the Honest Scrap award on the following deserving bloggers.

a) Ciiku: your brutal honesty should make this quite interesting!

b) Kelitu: Shimba Hills Finest, get on it chap chap!

c) Kahenya: very hilarious blog you’ve got there. We’d like to know a little more about you.

d) Supaflyshi: you never disappoint as far as TMI goes

e) Bomseh: rudi into circulation boss!

f) Zax: Same applies to you, cuz!

g) KD*: Coz I’ve never tagged you before.



Picture of the day!

Arsene Wenger is the master of excuses. Might this be what he's preparing to say at the post-match press conference should Arsenal fail to win tonight?




“Ze pitch was sloping heavily…and we vere attacking on ze upper end!”


What’s on my Playlist?

Cross my mind – Jill Scott



WaPi, Saturday 14th July 2007.

This post is more than one month overdue, reason for this is that first I had to chase Mrs Mishale so as to get the camera and thus the pics. Secondly, I’ve been trying to watermark the images using The Gimp 2.0 and following some very straight forward instructions from EGM, but trust me to get lost somewhere along the way. Therefore the watermarking flopped. So if anyone sees any one of these pictures being plagiarized elsewhere, just know that you saw them here first!!



The last WaPi (Words and Pictures) was held at the British Council in Upper Hill on July 14th, and here are some of the pictures from the event.

1. GRAFFITI

The theme for the day was “Visionary” so the graffiti artists had to do pieces along that theme. What impressed me most about the graffiti this time round was that each artist did his piece separately, but all the separate pieces had to form one big image written “VISIONARY”

So you’d find one guy working on his unique piece, which in the larger scheme of things would be only 1 letter of the word Visionary. You get my drift?


for example, the pic above is an “A”




for me, this piece stole the show. It’s done by my pal Billy, who could not remember anything about the piece since he was under some serious chemical influence at the time he did this piece. So when I showed him the pics the next week, he was like “Damn, did I do that? Are you for real? Shit, I’m good!!”






The man himself, Billy.

that one spells “VSY” which is short for Visionary. Graffiti is very confusing sometimes


I got a headache trying to decipher this one! I like it but I don’t have a clue what it says. Anyone?

Another one of my favourites. To me it looked like some monster riding a motorcycle. Si you can see the head and the handle bars? Kumbe there’s a hidden message somewhere in it, and in the grand scheme of things it’s supposed to be an “O”


That’s the “V” and the “I”, but separately they read something else. Anyone wanna guess what the V says? Aegeus and Bantu, no you may not attempt this question!



Eh…a good attempt though.

2. DRAWINGS

The main man (or woman…who knows?) Nuru Bahati was back with some more of his biro pen wizardry! If this is not supreme talent, then I don’t know what it is! But THIS right here, remains my favourite of his works (main picture available here)


Jomo Kenyatta

Martin Luther King Jr.




Kwame Nkrumah

Tom Mboya



3. DIGITALLY ALTERED PICTURES

The Samsung Digimax V800 camera that I was using has so many different modes which I wasn’t afraid to give a try. And this is what I came up with.

a) Sepia


Smiling Tom Mboya

I didn't manage to establish who the artist behind these portraits was. Anyone know? But anyway, this was some very good stuff!

Raila Amolo “Agwambo/Tinga/Hummer/Nyundo” Odinga



Pio da Gama Pinto


Jaramogi Oginga Odinga


Ramogi Achieng' Oneko


Masinde Muliro


Johnstone Kamau wa Ngengi alias Baba Uhush Onyatto



George Anyona



b) Inverted colours

Yes, Tom, keep smiling!

(Sidebar: si Kumekucha akiziona hizi picha mob za Tom Mboya, si anaeza mbao mpaka next week?)



Masinde Muliro


Jomo Kenyatta. This is my favourite of the bunch!

4. EXTRAS

The camera isn’t mine, it belongs to my girlfriend, who lets me borrow it on occasion. I’ve had to learn all the different modes and settings by trial and error since she didn’t give me the manual.

In the process I’ve taken some random pictures, there’s one of what Aegeus will look like in 35 years but for the sake of my personal safety, I shall not put that one up. (Dude was spotted carrying an assortment of clubs and whips when he was moving house last month. And I know those are not for decoration, neither are they sex toys!)

A couple of months ago I was toying with the idea of doing a post about the hottest local TV presenters, but I benched that idea since I’d look like one very idle idiot just taking photos of people on TV. Sounds fooresh anyway. So I won’t post any of those pics.

What’s on my Playlist?

In too deep - Damien Marley


Photo Blog under construction

I'm converting this blog into a photo blog, so it will be under construction for a while. I've also decided to restore my former template. I missed it too much!!

Stay tuned.

Weekend roundup...

(Disclaimer: if you think you’ll find any serious rugby news here, hehe! Sorry but you’ll be disappointed. Click HERE instead!)

Finally the 2007 Tusker Safari Sevens was upon us last weekend. I had mad excitoz seeing that I’ve missed Sevens for the last three years. I don’t have much to say about it though coz I was only there for about three hours, and rugby had very little to do with it.

First order of business was to check out the Safari Village and I came across
Methu and Modo at Galito’s seriously concentrating on dismembering some rather healthy grilled chicken breasts like no one’s business! Sleeves rolled up, plastic forks and knives clearly not in their agenda, Fanda na Sprite ready to escort the ngoks down to the gut... Well, it’s not so hard to see why they were so engrossed in the chicken, coz around them were hundreds of toddlers looking for hidden corners to perform acts of mischief.

I’d borrowed a digital camera for the day (Samsung 8.1 Megapixel yawa! But do I sssaut?) And in the process of acquainting myself with the features (while the two Ms loudly slurped on their fingers, I came across this young lady:


My dear, your mirror lied to you this morning.

Then, this is what happens when you have a geek and a lunje fiddling with a camera:


Archer: Eh…Methu?

Methu: What? (toying around with buttons)

Archer: Are you seeing what I’m seeing?

Methu: Yes yes, the resolution is quite good.

Archer: sio resolution dadii! But I hope you are zooming in?

Methu: you know, if I zoom any further it’ll mess up the resolution. In fact you need to adjust the contrast since the shutter speed...

Archer: Wee acha siasa mingi upige picha!

And voila!



Methu you were right, the resolution is quite good!!


I have to admit that in all the years that I’ve been for the Safari Sevens, I’ve never gone down to the pitch to watch a match. Yes, you read that correctly. I have never watched a single rugby match at Safari Sevens! When it comes to rugby, I only know the basics. You score a try, get 5 points, convert it and get 2 more points. Kwisha. Maneno ya ma flyhalf na ma line out mi sijui. I just know who a fullback and a winger is (coz Bryan Habana is one. Just give that chap the ball and all the work is done!)

So Methu, Modo and I found ourselves in the main stands, among the main hecklers, watching (or at least pretending to be) the Uganda vs Tunisia match. While our brothers from the west were getting their asses thrashed....I was looking elsewhere!



and the view “elsewhere” was quite alright! Clearly fashion knows no weather...


Watu walikunywa fooobe, and of course the usual hecklers were out in full swing.


"Huyu mngoso asipomaliza ataniangushia ngiri tano!!"

"Hoi mate, just watch my wallet"




Haiyaaaaaaaeee! Kwani huyu mse mi m-Irish? Sa nitoe ngiri tano wapi?



Shortly the rain caught guys unawares during the Kenya Vs Japan match, but trust Kenyan rugby fans to remain patriotic no matter what. We cheered our boys to sweet victory (in what becomes the first match that I’ve actually ever watched at Sevens) and just after the final whistle went, the pitch was deserted in record time.





It poured incessantly and that effectively put an end to any plans to have a few beers at the village while looking to pick up a woman or two. The Safaricom network was completely congested, no calls or text messages were coming in or going out. Switching over to Celtel was useless since the fools forgot to send vendors over to the KRFU grounds! So here you are stuck with one unreliable network, and another for which you can’t find any credit!! How stupid is that!!

Na Sevens yetu ikaisha papo hapo.


Come Sunday, of course I missed the Canadian Grand Prix and yet again, trust the local media not to consider it newsworthy during their prime time news. I suspect that KTN may have showed the highlights in their daily sports show) NTV did mention Lewis Hamiltion’s victory last night, but they showed clips from the qualifying sessions on Saturday!! You guys asked for it:


Fokojembe of the week (for the second week running)

NTV sports team! You guys are utterly, utterly useless!!


Anyway, Lewis Hamilton finally got his first grand prix win, and now goes ahead to top the championship. Way to go McLaren!! Wazi Hamilton! This boy is THE FUTURE of Formula 1!




Now, Bankelele, are you joining us or not? Sooner rather than when we’re dishing out all the trophies at the end of the season! Some of us have been waiting too long to have a season this good!! In fact, I give you my word, if you defect to McLaren Mercedes, I will personally welcome you with a McLaren Mercedes team jacket! (Terms and conditions apply!)

In other news, Real Madrid are close to sealing a Primera Liga trophy for the first time since 2003. Just as long as it’s not Barca taking the trophy, I’m happy!!!!


What’s on my playlist?

When was the last time anyone heard this Kenyan gem? I last heard it way back in the early 90s. It will especially apply to you if you’re over age 25 coz I’m sure you’ll remember it. (Betty don’t bother. Si you’re still under 18?)

(I can almost see EGM cycling home from jobo with his iPod plugged in singing to himself


“safari niliyo nayo ni ndefu sana o-oh, sijui mwaka gani nitarudi yo-yoooh”


Click HERE to download/play Nimaru (John Ngereza)

Knock yourselves out!!



A.O.B

There’s a person who left a comment on a previous post about a month ago (using a fake e-mail address so I was not able to email him/her back) anyway, this person complained that I’d used a derogative phrase in the post and requested me to take it down. If you’re reading this, I’ve edited the post and removed the offending phrase. My apologies, for any offence was not intentional.


Difficult choices

It’s interesting that I typed out this post two nights ago, only for some of the same issues to be aired on TV last night and discussed in today’s papers. We all know that very many of our youth are having sex, some as young as 12!! (saw that on KTN last night) However much we’d want to hide our heads in the sand and not think about it, young people ARE having sex. A lot of it for that matter. So next time you look at your teenage bro or sis, just know he/she may be getting laid more often than you are!

Let’s look at unwanted pregnancies and abortion (flushing as it’s also referred to) for a minute, with particular reference to the youth, and some of the issues that it brings up. I’m writing this from the ignorant perspective of a man who has never been pregnant, doesn’t intend to ever be, and doesn’t know what goes on in the mind of a pregnant woman as she decides whether to abort the kid or to keep it. So please co-operate with me here even though I know I’ve not brought forth the argument as clearly as the idea appeared in my mind.


Situation 1

Early last February, on the last weekend before I went back to South Africa, I was out at Crooked Qs with the Mrs, when a young chic who’s a family friend (she’s about 16 or 17) came in with a bunch of very thuggish looking dudes. First I was wondering how the hell my aunt let her leave the digz in that skimpy belt masquerading as a miniskirt. It basically left nothing to the imagination! And let’s be honest here, huyu manzi amebarikiwa vilivyo. But she’s 17!!! Chic walks up to me and asks me to buy her a drink. So I switched to “overprotective big brother mode” and I unleashed a barrage of questions, asking if her mother knew she was out in a nightclub dressed like a hooker and who those guys were. And of course I refused to buy her a drink! Well, she quickly dismissed me with “Who the hell do you think you to question me? Go f*** yourself! I can get pints from someone else!”

Punde si punde the young lady had an assortment of tequilas, sambuca and a couple of Tusker Malts in front of her. About an hour later I spotted her dancing atop a table with guys gawking at her goodies from under her skirt and slapping her thighs. I was tempted to grab her, throw her into my car and drive her home but I couldn’t. At the end of the night as I was leaving, I spotted her, drunk as a dodo, in a street corner making out with one of the dudes that she’d come in with, with his hand firmly grasping her ample rear end.

Many months later, I got word that the chic had just given birth to twins! AT SEVENTEEN!!! Not only that, the baby daddy had denied paternity and bounced. Word has it that he has one or two other baby mamas around Nairobi.

Situation 2

In the last few weeks, a few chic friends of mine have confessed to having had an abortion done last year. I’m talking about four different chics. And they’re not ati toiz, they’re in their mid twenties.

In South Africa alone where abortion is legal and is even covered by one’s medical insurance, I know of several chics, many of them friends of mine, who have “flushed” since 2004. These days I have to count those among my female friends who have not had an abortion. And it’s becoming more difficult by the day. And it’s no big deal to them. I’d think that it should be, ama? I don’t know what goes on inside the mind of a woman who’s considering having an abortion or has already had it done, so someone please tell me. But I’d think one should be traumatized, having feelings of guilt...right?

One day in June, a pal of mine was coming to stay at my apartment since I wasn’t going to be in town during the vacation period. He came with his mama, but she left shortly. Dude was looking quite stressed so I asked him wsup. Dude told me he had to part with his entire allowance for the month to pay for his chic’s abortion. Chic wasn’t on medical insurance so they had to pay for it in cash. A few hours later, she was back at my place, looking like nothing had happened. Smiling tu kama kawaida. I couldn’t believe it!

I even know one very close friend of mine who “flushed” twice within months of each other!! Ok, maybe falling pregnant the first time might have been a mistake, but I thought that’s how people learn their lessons. From experience. So how do you go out and make the same mistake again? Now that’s just dense! After getting into such a predicament you should learn to keep your legs together. I’m not implying that the sperm donors are not equally to blame coz they are. Some people should be banned from having sex for life.

And also, it’s no secret that you don’t have to go to some back street clinic in Nairobi to have the procedure done. It can, and is done at major private hospitals in Nairobi although on the low low. Everyone involved knows that getting busted means a death penalty since the Kenyan constitution prohibits abortion, so it’s in their best interests to shut up about it.

So what’s my point? It surprises me that in this day and age, very many young people still engage in reckless sexual behaviour. Not only does one have to deal with unwanted pregnancy, but aren’t young people afraid of contracting HIV and other STDs? And in a place like South Africa with a shockingly high HIV rate (official stats at my university had it at 14%, but it’s suspected to be as high as 50%!!!!!) And where many students within the Kenyan circle sleep with each other on a rotational basis. It’s like one great Kenyan orgy down there. I’ve told guys severally that if one, just one Kenyan contracts HIV, best believe that guys will drop like flies! Especially for those who have casual sex when “the need” arises. How in heaven’s name do you meet a dude or a chic, then decide to go bump pelvises bila protection? Are you stupid or what? Some people have a death wish!

Something else I need to ask, does the responsibility of carrying condoms fall only on the dude? I had this debate with some of my friends last weekend, and some of the chics insist that it’s primarily the guy’s responsibility. OK but what happens if you’re in the mood but the jamaa doesn’t have any condoms at that moment? Or kwani the sex comes to you as a surprise? Ati “alaa.... legs, iz how mumejifungua?” I’d respect any chic that takes it upon herself to have condoms as well, coz it shows that she’s thinking ahead, being prepared for any eventuality. One doesn’t have to be thinking about getting laid to carry condoms, just as one doesn’t have to be preparing for a head on collision to wear a seatbelt. Ladies reading this, please advise.

And yes I had to go here. If you don’t like what you’re about to read, come bite my ass. SOME women (note the emphatic use of the word SOME) are very scheming creatures. Some fall pregnant with the intention of trapping the dude if he’s planning to leave her. Of course the pregnancy doesn’t happen via bluetooth or WiFi so it’s not as if she impregnated herself. But surely, if you’re going out with a dude, you guys are faithful to each other, you’ve both been tested and therefore decide to partake of the delicious chicken without wearing gloves while the chic is on the pill, I find it sickening that the chic can decide to stop using her contraceptives without telling the guy and therefore falls pregnant. How does one do that?


A pal of mine in SA was going out with a dangerously fwyne mama who was madly in love with him. The dude claims to love her too although it was no secret that he used to outsource regularly. Anyway the jamaa was about to graduate and go back to his home country, and the chic, knowing that that would probably mean the end of their three year relationship, stopped taking the pill and got pregnant. They had a son about 5 months ago and now he’s been forced to marry her!

A certain control freak I had the misfortune of having a thing with told me that her previous boyfriend wanted to break up with her, so she conveniently fell pregnant as a way of trapping him. It worked, the pregnancy part. Unfortunately she miscarried so her plan backfired coz once the guy found out the baby was no more, he took off! I don’t blame him. The stupid b*tch tried the same thing on me! I had tried severally to ditch her ass but she still kept coming back. So she pulled the same trick on me by trying to have unprotected sex (which I strictly do not do. I believe in no glove no love), but being the sharp ass jamaa that I am, I didn’t fall for it!!! Right now y’all would be calling me baba nanii.

I think such women should be shot. Repeatedly. Then hang from the closest tree until vultures and maggots finish the job. Then the bones should he fed to some stray dogs. I think that’s one of the most selfish things that you can possibly do to someone. I mean....How the fuck? If the dude decides that he’s leaving you, deal with it! Trapping the dude by getting pregnant is not a guarantee that you’ll live happily ever after.

Guys have always been accused of sambazaing the essence of their loins ovyo ovyo but to every story there are two sides! One of which is rarely ever considered. Not that I support guys with such behaviour.

We all know that Nini Wacera spews forth a lot of crap on radio, but for once she said something of maana a couple of weeks ago. Some chic called in and said that she was pregnant and her boyfriend took off and left her to deal with it. She was wondering whether to abort the toi or keep it, seeing that she was still in high school and she was afraid to face her parents with the news that she was pregnant. Nini said that a very high percentage of women will have at least one abortion in their lifetime. (Ladies, again please advise) She, as well as several other callers, advised the chic to keep the kid, even if the folks would throw a fit upon hearing that she’s pregnant. The folks will definitely be mad at you but once the kid is born, it’s all forgotten. Of the few chics I know who decided to keep the kid, none of them ever regretted their decision to keep the kid.

I’m firmly against abortion unless it’s in situations where it’s absolutely necessary. I just can’t see how someone can destroy a human life and act as if nothing ever happened, and then go back to living the same reckless life that got them into that situation in the first place. Doesn’t the guilt ever bother you? What if the kid could have grown to be the next Nelson Mandela or Wangari Maathai? If ever I got into the unfortunate predicament of early fatherhood, however painful and difficult as it may be, I’d strive to keep the kid. But unfortunately guys really don’t have a say in these matters and if the chic decides that she’s getting rid of it, there’s usually nothing much that you can do.

Question: should the dude have a say in the matter? I know it’s her body and the kid’s growing inside her, but he contributed to the pregnancy occuring. I’m not implying that he should coerce the chic into having the kid against her wishes, but if the dude is willing to accept the duties of fatherhood, don’t you think he should have a say?

I’m not judging the chics that have had abortions coz I know a great deal of thought goes into it before the decision is made, and only they can tell you what mental torture they undergo before deciding to “flush”. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. And if keeping the kid would have messed up your life in one way or the other, hey! You do your thing.

Somehow in my own little way, I’m proud of the young chic for keeping the kids. Her mum spoils them thoroughly and it’s obvious that they’ve brought a great deal of happiness into their lives. I hope it’s given her a new focus in her life that now she’ll be more serious with school and with her career coz she knows she’s got someone depending on her now.


FOKOJEMBE OF THE WEEK!!





(Pic courtesy of Sunday Nation Head On Corrishon)

Our good friend James Kamangu has taken Bishop Margaret “The Glowreh!!” Wanjiru to court and among the things he’s demanding from her is a restoration of his conjugal rights!! Boss, do you even know what that is ama it’s been stuffed down your throat by those stupid characters from Maendeleo ya Wanaume?

KAMANGU KUWA SERIOUS!!!!