This beautiful life

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2010-07-13T16:09:00.000+03:00

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Some lines for slap! or PUNCH..maybe

2009-07-19T16:04:00.001+03:00

These aren't original (not mine):

1. Hi, I may not be Fred Flintstone, but I’d certainly like to make your bed rock.

2. Would you believe me if I told you I’m an angel and God sent me down here on a special
mission just to give you a kiss?

3. Let’s do breakfast tomorrow. Should I call you or nudge you?

4. If I could rewrite the alphabet, I would put you between f and ck.

5. You look yummy. You must bring new meaning to the word “edible”.

6. Nice shoes, do you want to f*ck?

7. I’ve heard that sex is a killer. Do you want to die happy?

8. I would like you to attend my party; and then we can also invite your pants to come down

9. Hi, my name’s (your name). Remember it, you’ll be screaming it later tonight!

10. Hey baby are you wearing your space underwear tonight? Because your ass is out of this
world!

12. Hey sexy. How would you like to join me in doing some math? Let’s add you and me, subtract
our clothes, divide your legs, and then multiply.

13. Hi, you outfit looks really cute. But it would look even cuter wrinkled up on my bedroom
floor.

14. Hi, let me interrupt you for a moment. The word of the day is “legs.” Let’s go back to my
place and spread the word.

15. Hi, do you have you got a little Kenyan in you? Do you want
some?

16. Want to come see my hard drive? I promise it isn’t 3.5 inches and it ain’t floppy.

17. I’m an organ donor, and I have an organ you might need.

18. Gorgeous hair. But it’d be even better brushing against my thighs.

19. Wanna play carnival? That’s where you sit on my face and I try to guess your weight.

20. If I could rewrite the alphabet, I would put U and I together.

21. There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can’t take them off you.

22. Do you have a map? I just keep on getting lost in your eyes.

23. I looked up the word “beautiful” in the thesaurus today, and your name was included.

24. Excuse me, can you give me directions to your heart?

25. Pardon me, but what pickup line works best with you?

26. Excuse me, do you have a quarter I can borrow? I told my mother that I would call her
when I fell in love with the girl of my dreams!

27. This is your lucky day, because I just happen to be single.

28. Hi, the voices in my head told me to come over and talk to you.

29. I lost my phone number. Can I borrow yours?

30. Congratulations! You’ve been voted “Most Beautiful Girl In This Room” and the grand
prize is a night with me!

31. Are you religious? Because I’m the answer to your prayers.

32. Are your legs tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.

33. Is your dad a baker? Because you sure have got great buns.

34. Was you father an alien? Because there’s nothing else like you on earth!

35. Did heaven lose a couple of angels? ’Cause I can see them bouncing around in your shirt!

Clandestine..

2009-05-24T08:31:00.000+03:00

I haven't blogged in like ages,but then again thee mojo seems to have in simplex mode ebbed away from my persona .On accout of joy-unspeakables,he of Life's mysteries jostles, here goes a trail,

1. I kinda know and have an idea that this shouldn't be the first thing I say about myself, but lately the self-impossed block, or exile from my point of view, forces me to say this: I've recently become an ardent watcher of soccer as opposed to fan. Phew! I told you it would be lame.

2.This blog passed the work in progress stage like eons ago but didn't get to the masterpiece stage and thats why I do posts epochs in between. I haven't deleted it with the constant hope that someday a bit of my grey matter will unblock of the gooey material at its nerve endings.

3. I sometimes do things which add no meaning or value whatsoever to what am doing at a certain point in time. For instance, the word constant in no.2 adds no value to the sentence its in. The world would still continue with its omission. Also, the two words 'or value' above were added as an afterthought and with the sole or solitary or only aim or goal being to increase the length of the sentence its in.

4. Don't the 'or(s)' in the last sentence of no.3 just further prove my point.

5.I've come to recently regard House, the series, as entertaining.

6.I know a response to a tag is supposed to be about personal ish but the past few months have been mostly lacking in major blog-while events or those that I consider and judge to be worthy this page. I am more of a reader this days and I find CB, PinkM, Val and some others more............exhilarating than my own writings.

7. Can you imagine that this post has been in the works for about a month and as you have read, nothing would have been better. I guess I'll just continue reading other's. Hope ur time wasn't wasted!

Something special - Usher
Lithium - Evanescence

They,Them,Mine

2009-04-03T15:37:00.001+03:00

I haven't written for a while and that beats even me since a blog is suupposed to be about the goings on in someones life! Anyway, these are some of the kinda HARD on-goings (pardon my English: or is it pidgin) in ma life:

She, the bread-weaner does everything.
She hustles and all the finances/money(s)/funds used in Her, and not his home, are from her undertakings.
He, meanwhile, finds time to drink like six days of the week. Point to note: sometimes from HER pocket. Saddening isn't it and, disheartening to a point of hopelessness, on my part.

She, close to my HEART, like literally beside it[like LITTLE MAN who is also beside HER here].
Him, only wishes that was the case, although I don't think he even cares!
I, want it to stay that way.

Some sing-alongs that help me forget about HIM:
Speechless - Carol Atemi
Lazizi - Sautisol

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This is surely disillusioning, sad and stupid[more like stoooooopind] of our leaders. But all in all, its too funny. Knya is the only country where a commission of inquiry is formed to hoodwink us on the real issue being investigated. Then, they form another that gets our(citizens) views on whether the first commission should be given the go ahead!!!!

Am literally in stiches?!?

Kenya 26.....the others 7

2009-03-07T17:15:00.000+03:00

Since I've not blogged in like FOREVER I just want to bring to your attention of the things that Will Smith's been up to. One: when he made 'In Pursuit of Happiness' I thought,wow, what a great movie. Then '7 Pounds' was released and am like 'Double Damn!' This guy can really act. I personally don't think anyone else could have done what he did in this movie. These two are movies of his that nearlly brought me to tears in some instances............REALLY MAN!! And if you had forgotten, am a guy.......atleast 99% of the time,I think.

He(Will) recently said,
"Usually with the films that I make there are ideas that I connect to, but lately I've been dealing with the bittersweet in life because it feels more natural. You don't ever get it really the way you want in life. That really fascinates me. As an actor, there are certain parts of a character that you create, and you train yourself to have those reactions and then it becomes hard to stop them when the role is over. You have to retrain yourself. My character in this film is like hot grits. You know you can't shake them off and when you do, it hurts. But I'll be darned if they don't taste good. Know what I'm sayin'?"

In other news, I used to, note carefully, not listen to rock music and not HATE it, but these days I find myself inclined to do so. Some of the reasons for this are: most of 'One tree hill's' soundtracks are so dope plus I recently watched the 51st Grammys and wasn't Coldplay's performance of their chart busting new song, Viva la vida, from their most recent album wicked or what. I know am behind but who can blame me!

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For all Kenyans:

I've just finished watching the rugby 7s quarter-final match btwn Kenya and Fiji and guess what.......we fuckin WON!!!! Its just one of those times in one's life where our sportsmen and women just make us proud to be KENYAN! I could kiss anyone right now with all the joy thats in my heart but I know that it 'll be short-lived coz of the shit our fuckin politicians just pull us through, literally. I guess thats why I watch only sports news. Forgive me there but I just had to let it out.

LONG LIVE OUR CHERISHED SPORTSMEN AND SPORTSWOMEN. God bless them all.

Part 3 : CLB 102

2009-02-07T16:21:00.002+03:00

The next day we arrived at our campsite just outside a small town called Angoulins, not far from La Rochelle. It was close to a stretch of coast Geoff had assured us would be quieter than most this time of year. We had decided to spend the next five or so days relaxing on the beach, as we had had a lot of car journeys recently and we all were ready to kick back and do absolutely nothing for a while.

The beaches were quite spectacular, long swathes of smooth, golden sand stretching as far as the eye could see. Geoff was right; the beaches were quite empty with them being on the colder Atlantic as opposed to the Mediterranean further south. But, the weather was perfect, azure skies and the hot sun beating down. Taking a dip in the cooler Atlantic was quite wonderful after having your skin bronzed by the intense summer sun.

We were in France and topless sunbathing was ‘de rigeur’. On our first trip to the beach I wondered if Caroline would do as the locals. I had imagined seeing her large breasts in the flesh many times and thought that perhaps now was my chance, but when we arrived I was mildly disappointed to see that she stripped down to a two piece bikini. She probably wanted to save Pete from embarrassment, as she was clearly and with good reason, proud of her body. She did look quite spectacular however. Her bikini was all black. The top fastened in a bow between the shoulders and had two ties that fastened around the neck. The bottom part was rather small and tied in a bow on either side at the waist.

Caroline’s body was everything I had imagined it to be and more. Her full breasts sat independently of each other and followed a curving line, ending in two subtle peaks where the nipples were just discernable beneath the cloth. Her bottom was well rounded, but still quite pert, and the skin on display was smooth and blemish free. She had a flat abdomen and long smooth legs. Geoff was a very lucky man indeed.

We lay among our towels at the edge of the tree line at the top of the beach, soaking in the rays. I watched as Caroline applied sun cream to herself, smoothing it up and down her long legs and rubbing it into her tummy in a delicate circular motion. I watched her arch her back, thrusting out her wonderful breasts as Geoff massaged the cream into her shoulders and back.

Having passed the sun lotion around, Caroline announced that I needed some on my back too, and forcing me to stand up she gently rubbed the cool cream into my skin. I had to make use of every ounce of self-control not to get excited by the feel of her touch against my skin. As she finished she ran her long fingernails down either side of my spine causing me to shiver and then promptly smacked me on the ass and said, “You’re done tough guy.”

Pete was very keen to take in the local talent and dragged me along with very little resistance. On our walks up the beach we saw women of all shapes and sizes, some exceptionally beautiful and many naked from the waste up, but despite all the stunning women on view I couldn’t help thinking back to Caroline.

In the evenings Pete and I hit the local bars and the one nightclub. We met some attractive French girls of our own age and attempted to seduce them with stilted French and free beers. We had some fun; we danced and we got drunk, but each night would end with a peck on the cheek, a giggle, and the promise to be back the following night. Pete was adamant that persistence would pay off, but I wasn’t so sure. I had a horrible feeling that we were not much more than the source of free booze and a few laughs. Over dinner on our third day in Angoulins, Geoff announced that he was taking a trip to a nearby automotive museum and that all those interested should be up at eight the following morning. I thanked him, but as a musician and not an engineer, I declined and saw it as an excellent excuse for a lie-in. The other three seemed enthusiastic however.

Pete and I staggered home late again that evening several Francs lighter and just a little bit more frustrated. Pete was coming around to my way of thinking, and we resolved to persuade his parents that it was time to move on. We wouldn’t tell them that, but we were both desperate to get laid and this town was looking like a dead end.

Early the next morning, I was awoken by hushed voices and hastily eaten breakfasts as the day-trippers readied themselves. I listened as the car was driven away and relaxed back into my sleep. Around nine-thirty I awoke again feeling slightly groggy from the copious Kronenbourgs of the night before, but generally relaxed. Fearing I was about to be robbed I quickly covered myself up. The zip was drawn down noisily and Caroline’s head appeared through the opening.

“Wake-up lazy arse,” she called. “I’m going to the beach, and you are going to keep me company.”

“But..! I thought you’d gone to the museum?” I stammered.

“Are you kidding? What the hell do I want to go and look at a load of rusting old Citroens for?” she answered derisively. “Especially when you consider I could take a trip to the beach with the most handsome man in the west of France.” Caroline smiled her heart-melting smile.

“And I with the most beautiful lady,” I answered, quite out of character. I was pleased to see that I had actually caused her to blush this time.

Collecting herself she said once again her confident self, “Come on get your stuff together. I’ve got everything we need. We leave in five. That is,” she said, eyes moving down to the bulge beneath my sleeping bag, “unless you have anything better to do?” I laughed and threw my arm across my face to hide my embarrassment.

Caroline had packed a large straw bag with all that we needed for our trip, which I hoisted over my shoulder, and picking up my towel off the roof of my tent, we set off. Caroline slipping her arm through mine as we walked.

As we picked our way through the pine tree woods towards the beach the cicadas were already shrieking in the mid-morning heat. Caroline teased me about Pete and my failure with the local girls. I laughed and agreed that we must be doing something wrong, to which she joked that we couldn’t possibly be, and that they must all be lesbians.

As we finally arrived at the coast some twenty minutes later, we saw that we were at a particularly secluded part of the beach. Most people, including ourselves, drove to the beach and because we had cut through the woods we were a long way from the car park.

“This looks good,” Caroline declared, dropping her towel to the sand and bending over to straighten it, giving me a front row view of her silky smooth legs and the lower part of her ass cheeks spilling out of her tiny shorts.

“It really does.” I agreed, under my breath.

“Pardon?” she replied.

“Oh! I was just agreeing. Nice spot and all that. The sea over there and the sand here.” I waffled on.

Caroline shot me her cheeky grin and sat down.

I passed her the bag and laid my own towel out a few feet to the side of hers.

“Breakfast,” she declared throwing me an apple.

“Why thank you,” I replied and bit down into its crisp, slightly sour flesh.

“I’ve got a nice peach you can bite down on afterwards if you would like.” She said bursting out in laughter. “Christ! I must have seen one too many porn movies in my time.”

We chatted for a while enjoying each other’s company and the warmth of the morning sun. Caroline was wearing a figure-hugging black cotton camisole-top, showing off her perfect upper body, and a pair of very small white shorts made from a kind of light toweling material.

“God it’s getting hot,” she announced and kneeling upright pulled her camisole above her head. She was right in front of me, and I couldn’t help stare at her naked stomach and her wonderful breasts as she slipped the top off. She was wearing a different bikini today. It was composed of black and white horizontal stripes. The top was a single band of lycra that hugged her breasts tightly. The briefs were also in figure hugging lycra, cut high accentuating her long legs even further. I suspect I must have stared a moment too long for, when my eyes finally looked up to hers, she was staring straight back at me. She smiled.

Next, she stood up still facing me and slipped off her shorts in one deft movement before sitting down again.

“Oh yeah, that’s better,” she said, once again smiling at me.

I was already wearing my swimming trunks. They were black and of the gym shorts type. I did unbutton the short-sleeved shirt I was wearing however and allowed it to drop off my shoulders. It was my turn to catch Caroline eying my body appreciatively, and I felt that familiar stirring in my shorts.

“Here!” she started. “Turn around and I’ll oil you up.”

I did as I was told as she crawled over to me. My body reflexively tightened as I felt her hands touch my shoulders, the cold sun lotion in her palms. I kneeled up so that she could reach the full length of my back. She seemed to be taking a lot longer over applying the lotion than on previous days. I felt her fingertips tracing the lines of my muscles, her thumbs pressing deeply into the tight spots. I let out a little moan, and realizing I was enjoying her touch, she proceeded to massage my back more thoroughly.

“You really ought to find a nice girl to do this for you more regularly,” Caroline said, her fingers sliding in and out of my ribs, instinctively seeking out the muscle knots. “I’m sure she would enjoy it as much as you do.”

As she slipped lower I felt her fingers very slightly slip beneath the waistband of my shorts. My cock twitched and grew hard within moments. Very quickly her fingers slipped out again, but instead of taking them off my back she slid them around my front and drew them up across my abdominal muscles up to my pectorals, an oily hand on each, my nipples slipping across her little fingers. She pulled her hands away and standing up, walked back to her towel.

“I’ll leave you to do the rest yourself… You’ve got a nice body Joe.” She said.

“Thank you” I replied, having no clue how to respond.

When I finished with the lotion I chucked it across to her and watched as she began to rub it into her skin. Feeling a little self-conscious of myself watching, I slipped on my sunglasses and lay down on my front, aware of my hard prick pressing against my abdomen. I turned my head towards her, hoping she would be unable to see if my eyes were open or not.

I had managed to calm myself enough that I dared to role over onto my back and was just dozing off in the heat when I heard Caroline ask in a deep lazy drawl,

“Joe?”

“Yes?” I replied, mimicking the questioning way she spoke my name.

“I want to do my back now. Could you be a sweetheart and rub some lotion into it?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice and brought myself upright moving over to her on my knees. She smiled up at me, an arm draped across her forehead to shade the sun from her eyes.

“Thanks,” she said, letting a hand slide down my thigh. Here we go again I thought, feeling my cock twitching in my shorts.

Caroline slid over onto her front and pulled her hair away from her neck, exposing as much of her lightly tanned skin to me as she possibly could. I squirted a dollop of the cream on to the tip of the fingers on each hand and lightly touched her shoulders. She drew a short breath when the cold lotion met her hot skin. I apologized and she told me that it felt wonderful. I rubbed the lotion along the thick, smooth cords of her shoulder muscles and then down into the hollows below. I used my thumbs to coat her neck in the oily liquid, applying a little pressure to the muscles either side of her spine.

“Mmm,” she moaned, as I massaged the sun cream in.

I let my fingertips lightly trace their way down from her neck with a feather light touch. Squirting yet more of the sticky white lotion into my hands I then began to apply it to her upper back. I dug my thumbs deep into the muscles next to the shoulder blades and again she let out a moan.

“God you are good at this,” she purred, as I began sliding my palms upwards and outwards. I allowed them to slide across her upper arms and down her sides. I looked down at her skin glistening golden, tiny, creamy freckles brought out by the sun dotting her shoulders. I allowed my hands to slide lower and made a point out of stopping along the upper line of her bikini top. Moving my hands down to her waist and applying yet more sun cream to them, I slid them across her lower back, coating all exposed skin before pressing my thumbs deep into her flesh and moving them upwards in little concentric circles either side of her spine. Once again I stopped as my fingers reached the lower edge of her top.

“Hang on,” she said, and arching her back she slipped her thumbs underneath the elastic material, stretching it wide and slipping it upwards and over her head. I momentarily caught a glimpse of her magnificent breasts hanging free before she lay back down on her front. My already swollen dick throbbed with excitement. Caroline rested her head on her folded arms and had her face turned towards me, but as she was wearing her dark, sunglasses I could not tell if she was watching me or not.

So that I could allow my hands to apply smooth, even strokes up her spine, I straddled my legs either side of hers. I held myself upright enough that I was not really touching her, but as I swept higher and higher upwards I leaned into her and allowed my stiff cock to press against her ass. She didn’t seem to mind and the self-satisfied smile stayed in place on her lips. I pressed the heal of my palms deep into her flesh as I slid upwards, this time pushing myself quite firmly into her. There could be no doubt she must have felt my prick pressing into her ass, but she said nothing and just moaned again under the pressure of my hands.

Not really knowing what to do next, she was my best friend’s mum and I was not about to risk making a fool of myself by making a move on her that she would probably reject, especially as we had almost three weeks of travel left together, I allowed my hands to come to a rest against the small of her back and said,

“All done.”

“Mmm, Joey,” she moaned through almost closed lips. “You are going to make a lot of girls very happy and very wet.”

I clambered off her and slid, as surreptitiously as possible with the biggest hard on of my life, back to my towel.

I too lay on my front, a mirror image of Caroline. I couldn’t tell if she was watching me, not behind her shades, but I was certainly watching her. Her lips ever so slightly parted, her tongue lightly tracing the gap from time to time to keep it moist.

We lay there watching or not watching each other for about twenty minutes. I felt as though I could stare at her forever, when she hoisted herself up onto her elbows and turning to me said,

“You don’t mind if I go topless do you?”

“I gulped and managed to say, “Not at all,” as my heart hammered in my chest.

She grinned and drew herself upwards into a cross-legged position facing directly towards me.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to look like I was staring at her naked upper body, which of course I was, but I didn’t want to turn away like a shy child. I decided to lie as I was, pretending to not have noticed and hoped my flushing cheeks would be disguised as sunburn.

I heard the pop of the suntan lotion cap and watched as Caroline squirted a generous portion into her hands and then began to smear it into her chest. I was transfixed as her hands slid up and down, lightly tracing every curve and line of her breasts, her fingers finally reaching her nipples. She cheekily arched her back a little at this point, thrusting her chest towards me, and I watched as her nipples played in and out of her fingertips. When finally she let her fingers fall I could see how pronounced and stiff they had become from her caress. She smiled straight at me and I involuntarily smiled back. She had caught me red handed. Her smile broke into a grin as she slid herself down on to her back.

“Maybe I should have asked for your help then too,” she teased.

My mind was a whirl. Caroline had always been a tease with me, but surely this was more than just her wicked sense of fun? She had put on a show for me and got me as wound up as a clockwork toy, but what the hell was I meant to do about it? Nothing was my answer. I would act as though it were just two friends flirting and having fun together, and when I got back to my tent I would unleash the orgasm that lurked inside me like a caged tiger.

I twisted onto my back, no longer really caring about the hard on in my shorts and thought about what had happened. If Caroline had been a girl of my age I would have been all over her like a rash, but she wasn’t; she was a wife and a mother and what was I to do?

Time ticked onwards as I lay there hard and confused. Finally I heard an “Oi!” and looked around to see Caroline sitting bolt upright, once again wearing her bikini top and unpacking the straw bag.

“Lunch,” she said as she pulled out a French loaf, a ripe, round Camembert, some liver pate, a couple of tomatoes, and bottle of the local red.

We dragged our towels a little higher up into the tree line to escape the full force of the midday sun. She pored us both a large beaker of wine and holding hers up declared,

“A toast! To a lovely day at the beach with a lovely young man.”

I smiled and gave an elaborate bow and said that the pleasure was all mine. We clinked our plastic cups and drank each other’s health, Caroline staring deep into my soul as she drank. I had the not entirely uncomfortable feeling that she was reading my mind.

We ate and drank and laughed, and the tension of the hours before finally began to leave my body. My erection had subsided enough that I was comfortable, but it would not leave me entirely. As the wine flowed and we both became a little tipsy, Caroline began to ask me about my girlfriends. I said that I did not have one at the moment, which was probably for the best, as I would be moving down to London in September. She agreed, but said it was unhealthy for a young man like me to be without a girl for too long. I concurred and exaggerated the truth that I had been with girls casually since my last relationship broke down. She asked me if I had ever been in love and I replied that I hadn’t, but looking deep into her emerald green eyes, I began to question myself. Finally, as the wine got the better of us both, she said with that cheeky grin of hers,

“So, have you made love to a woman yet?”

Of course I flushed scarlet, but feeling bolder from the alcohol I answered her honestly and said that I had, but only with one girl, and we both had been pretty awkward about it. She smiled at me, but with no trace of her mischievous side. It was a warm, caring, dare I say, loving smile.

“If I were twenty years younger Joe, I would happily share my first experiences with you.”

I don’t know where it came from, but I replied, “I can think of no one I would rather experience it with even if you were twenty years older.”

Realizing what I had just said I blushed again and sank my head with embarrassment. Caroline just stroked her hand across my cheek, lifting my eyes to hers and whispered, “That was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.”

She leant in and kissed me lightly on the lips and then, standing up said in her normal breezy tone, “Right! I’m off for a swim. Watch the stuff.”

As I watched her beautiful, lithe form strolling towards the ocean I wondered to myself if I really was falling in love, and then, noticing the demon in my shorts back to torture me, decided that it was perhaps, just lust.

I dragged my towel back into the sunlight and lay on my back. I must have dozed off from the delicious lunch because the next think I was aware of was the feeling that the sunlight had been somehow taken away from me. I opened my eyes blinking to see Caroline’s form silhouetted before me. The sun was directly behind her, and bleary eyed, I found it hard to see her clearly. I could just make out her sodden hair hanging to her shoulders, wet streaks clinging to her cheeks and again, the naughty grin playing across her lips. She stood, legs apart over my legs, hands on hips, and I felt the cold drips of seawater against my thighs. Looking up at her she looked every bit the Amazonian warrior preparing to attack. Then… attack she did.

She suddenly leapt down to her knees, one on either side of my thighs and throwing herself forwards, laughing, she grabbed my wrists in her hands, pinning me deep into the hot, dry sand. I didn’t try to resist her, but I could feel how strong she was as she held me down. She looked straight into my eyes, that silly grin fixed in place. She looked young and vibrant. She was young and vibrant.

All of a sudden, she threw her head down and let her wet hair fall all over my chest, and then shaking her head wiped it all over my naked skin. I couldn’t help myself from trying to rise up against the cold, wet hair against me, but I really was pinned down properly. The best I could manage was to arch my back, thrusting my pelvis towards her.

Caroline eventually sat upright, releasing my wrists, smiling in a different yet more dangerous way now. Her eyes traveled down my torso; then her open palms followed. I felt myself shiver with excitement as her fingers stroked across my nipples on their journey downwards. They smoothed their way down, and as they reached my shorts they continued. I was slightly relieved that they just missed stroking my hard cock, as my desire would be all too apparent. She finally let them rest against the bare flesh of my thighs, just in front of her own knees. Her eyes rested on the bulge in my shorts and feigning surprise, she asked,

“What have you got in there Joey? Is it a present? For me?”

I just gulped……………..and…….

The end of my truly...um…...really nice and short 3 PART story!?!?
Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

Part 2 : And she said....

2009-01-31T17:31:00.001+03:00

…….she was of northern European descent, a mix of German and Danish, which blessed her with many naturally strong features. She was taller than the average English woman, probably about 5’9. She was slim, the result of a healthy diet, regular yoga classes and her good, Teutonic genes. Her hair was shoulder length and quite straight. The overall effect was blonde, but was, naturally, composed of many different shades and tones, some quite golden, some silver and others almost chestnut. She had quite strikingly pale green eyes that drew you in whenever you met her stare. Her eyebrows were quite strong. They were clearly well crafted, but Caroline left them a little thicker than most women, adding to her stunning Arian appearance. She had a long, straight nose and full, sensual lips. Her cheekbones were high and she had a powerful, yet still feminine, jaw line. Her skin tone was quite pale, but glowed from within and gave an overwhelming impression of good health. She was one of those ladies who looked incredibly good without any makeup on whatsoever, and when she did wear it she applied it only to her eyes and lips, but in quite dark tones, giving her that ‘femme fetal’ look.

I remember she had taken to wearing a pair of half-moon tortoiseshell spectacles when reading, and the effect, when she looked over the top of them at you, was both unnerving and incredibly erotic at the same time. She definitely had that ‘sexy librarian’ look about her when she wanted it.

I suppose, as a young man, I could not help being drawn to the sight of her striking physique. She had rather large breasts, definitely bigger than the average, and she was not afraid to show off the fact by wearing tight sweaters and low-cut tops. I suspect that they were perhaps not as pert as they must have once been, but they maintained a good shape despite her age and sat as high on her chest as someone ten years her junior.

Anyway, I was smitten. I would invent numerous fantasy scenarios whereby the beautiful Caroline would seduce me and make a man of me; little knowing that something along those lines was indeed to come true one day.

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Pete and I were eighteen. We had just left school and would be going our separate ways after the long summer break. He was to go to Edinburgh to study engineering, and I had won a scholarship to study piano and composition at the Royal Academy of Music in London. It would be the first time we had not been at school together since we were five years of age. Caroline and Geoff had decided to take a month long holiday, camping throughout France, and had suggested that I come along. It was to be something of a celebration of our impending independence, but above all, I was there as part of their family and to keep Pete company. I leapt at the offer. It was to be my first time outside of Kenya, and Pete and I made great plans to experience the exotic delights of the famously sexual French girls.

At this point in my life, I am proud to say, I was a rather handsome younger man than I am now. My body had, over the last few years, become a man’s body and as Pete and I were quite athletic boys, playing a lot of sports and working out with weights, we both had developed strong, muscular physiques. I was about five foot eight, had short dark hair, black eyes, and fairly regular features. I was luckier than many boys my age in that I had excellent skin; my mother, being something of a health nut, had always fed her kids fresh, healthy, nutritious foods.

Our trip through France began. We took our time driving southwards, taking advantage of the quiet, linear, Roman roads and reveling in the beautiful countryside around us. We would stop off at a campsite in the late afternoon and set up camp for one night only before moving on to the next port of call. The downside to this was that there was never any time for Pete and me to check out the local talent. We did eat delicious food however, in the local bistros, and I got to sample more than my fair share of the spectacular French wines.

It was during these boozy evenings that naughty, flirtatious Caroline would come out to play. I remember her asking when we “young studs planned to get laid?” Pete would just tell her to shut up and I would turn beet red. Paying no attention, she ran her hand across my chest and said, “There must be thousands of girls out there getting wet at the idea of being screwed by two muscular men like you.” I could say nothing and just kept swigging my wine, but I could feel myself as hard as a rock inside my trousers.

Geoff didn’t seem to mind his wife’s flirtatious manner. On the contrary he seemed to enjoy it and would often laugh and join in with the humiliation. Caroline once joked to Geoff that when we reached the coast we should maybe hunt out one of the famous nudist beaches in France so that they could see if I was as impressive as the rest of my body. Pete gave his mother a tongue-lashing and Geoff just burst out laughing, suggesting that that was probably a good idea. I silently prayed that they were only joking as the idea alone of standing naked before Caroline made me as stiff as a pole, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control it in reality.

On the whole we would all laugh and joke and tell lurid tales as we drank, and then we would merrily stroll back to the campsite, Caroline linking arms with “her men” and laughing all the way back to our tents.

As I am sure you can or wouldn’t imagine, it was hellishly hot in France during July. We would rise early so as to do the majority of our driving before the noonday sun would beat down on us. Stopping in a shady spot for a long, lazy lunch of bread, cheese, pate, and fruit, and to enjoy a nap or if we could find somewhere suitable, to take a dip. Caroline would be the one to wake us boys in the mornings. She would go to our tents, unzip the flap without warning and shake you awake with soft words. You had to sleep naked because of the heat, and there were a few times when I would have to drag my sleeping bag over my body just in time to avoid…………..you know what. The idea of displaying myself to her in that condition became so exciting that one morning I decided to try it. I prayed that Geoff wouldn’t wake me for a change and lay there, my unzipped sleeping bag wide open with only my feet tucked inside. I lay there and feigned sleep.

As usual, at about seven-thirty, I heard movement outside my tent. I listened as the zipper was drawn down and then… there was silence. My feet were pointing towards the entrance and Caroline must have had a prime view of me. The silence was palpable, and I wondered if I would be able to pretend to be asleep for much longer, as my heart was hammering and my lungs were aching, desperate to take deep, calming breaths. Suddenly, I heard Caroline speak in a hushed tone, “Ooh, what do we have here?” she murmured suggestively.

I pretended to wake up and saw Caroline above me, lips slightly apart, and the hint of a smile upon them. She grinned at me and slid out of the tent telling me to “do whatever I had to do” so we could get going.

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We had two more days of traveling before reaching our first stop-off point. Things carried on as normal, although for some reason I lost the nerve to expose myself to Caroline the following mornings.

One afternoon we arrived at the campsite hot and sticky after a long day in the car. We all agreed that a shower was of the utmost importance. Geoff kindly set to work assembling the tents. Pete, Caroline, and I wandered off to find the shower cubicles. There was a row of about six doors side by side, and it was clear to see that they were all taken. We lined up and waited, looking forward to washing away the sticky sweat and relaxing under the jets of water. Finally, one of the doors swung open and a leather skinned gentleman with an enormous potbelly stepped out. I was about to indicate that Caroline should take it first when Pete shouted out “see you later losers,” and dashed for the door leaving his mum and I standing.

“Charming!” Caroline declared, “I blame the parents. I bet you wouldn’t allow a lady to wait in your place would you Joseph?” her emerald green eyes burning into me.

“Um, of course not,” I offered. “I am a true gentleman and would lay down my life for a beautiful maiden in distress such as you.”

Caroline laughed, looking almost girlish.

“How about the next cubicle that comes free we share? You can scrub my back, and I can see how much of a gentleman you truly are,” she suggested, looking up at me with that naughty smile of hers playing across her lips.

I immediately did my lobster impression ….

Just then, the two cubicles next to each other on the far left of the row swung open simultaneously, a pair of elderly ladies vacating at the same time.

“Oh too bad,” Caroline teased, winking at me, “we’ve no excuse now.” And she headed off towards the far end cubicle.

Once inside the shower I stripped down, hanging my shorts and T-shirt on the pegs by the door. I could already hear the water splashing down in Caroline’s cubicle and thought about her there, just two feet away, absolutely naked, the warm water playing off her wonderful body. I started my shower too and closed my eyes as I let the water consume my body.

The showers were the type with the timer button on them that you had to punch in every minute or so to keep the water flowing. I was in a dream world, enjoying the jets of hot water and thinking of Caroline when the water clicked off. I took this opportunity to soap myself and taking a generous handful of shower gel, I began to lather my body up. I heard Caroline’s shower click off too. I listened as she flipped open the cap on her bottle of shower gel. She was singing an almost inaudible tune as she washed herself down. The sound of her soft breathy voice so close to mine, the idea of her hands caressing her body right next to me was too much to bear.

Caroline had stopped singing, but her shower was still switched off, and I am sure I heard her let out a soft moan of her own. I stopped and listened closely and there it was again, an almost inaudible cry let out from the back of her throat.

When I left the shower I could see that Caroline had beaten me back to our tents, as her cubicle door lay open. I wandered back to our site, bare-chested with just a towel draped around my waste and clutching my clothes to my chest. As I arrived I saw Caroline and Geoff sitting around our little primus stove with a glass of wine each.

“Nice shower Joseph?” Caroline asked, a cheeky glint in her eye. I just muttered something back. “Mine was wonderful,” she purred and smiled a knowing smile at me.

Part 1 : A certain story................unedited!

2009-01-17T16:56:00.003+03:00

I had been “in love” with Caroline for as long as I could remember. Well, to be more precise, I began my crush on her during my adolescence. While hormones were raging and I was becoming aware of my sexuality, it was she that became the focus of my desire.

Caroline was my best friend Peter Foster’s mother. Pete and I had decided we would be best friends on our very first day at primary school, when we sat opposite each other and shared crayons. We have maintained that friendship right the way up to this very day.

Caroline and Geoff, Pete’s father, were young parents, and Pete was their only child, no doubt the unplanned product of a night of passion at university. They were both highly intelligent people and had obviously not let having a child while still studying spoil their careers. By the time Pete and I turned eighteen, a month apart from each other, Caroline was only thirty-seven and Geoff just thirty-eight.

As the youngest child of four myself, my parents were old in my mind and going round to Pete’s was always something to look forward to. There was always a lot of swearing going on and rude jokes being told. Pete and I would be allowed to stay up late and watch the kind of TV shows that kids weren’t normally permitted to watch. It was, in a way, more like being looked after by an older brother and sister than a mum and dad.

Caroline always had a naughty sense of humor, and as I entered my teens she would regularly tease me with suggestive comments, no doubt reveling in my obvious embarrassment. She would tease me about how tight my jeans were and how they left little to the imagination, or about how handsome and muscular I was becoming and how the young girls must be fighting over me at school. To the best of my knowledge they were not.

When she came home from work, Caroline would make a big show of telling me how she was going to strip off her formal work clothes and change into something more comfortable. She would appear moments later wearing quite sexy, figure-hugging outfits. In retrospect, she was clearly just having fun. She was hardly more than a girl herself and took pride in her good looks and enjoyed being flirtatious.

Caroline was a beautiful woman. She was.........................
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Culture shock

2008-12-13T22:16:00.000+03:00

She: ‘I wrote this in hope that someone would be here today……………but it seems he isn’t. So why not just do it anyway
Me: [It’s a she, presenting a poetic piece at a certain poetry jam]. Its funny of how easy this (presenting poetry) is so easy in front of a room full of people you don’t know but its hard for the one you seem to be ‘winda-ing’ (I used winda in place of courting coz I can’t remember the word the artist used).
She: Here goes nothing…………….
……………………………..
Tasting the sweetness of lakes
Remembering water that mingles at dawn
I am dancing on the color of light
The shape of sound’
-the above are words said by Nia Long (needs clarification) on the ‘Love Jones’ soundtrack, a movie I surely must see one day. I was listening to a certain radio show when it came on and those are the few words I caught while writing this. Beautiful ain’t it and it would be nice for a person to dedicate a nicer one to me in the near future. Sooner rather than later!

Anyway, before we close the year, I thought; why not share the goings on at a recent a ka-family function; my bro’s school clearing party to be specific. So the day is going on real well, with good food being served, nice company of relas seen in yester years. All this got me thinking about the way we Africans are seriously leaving our ways. For example, who does family get-togethers anymore? We all go about chasing our elusive dreams like we are PAID to. Before answering the next question, think real hard and be honest. Here goes………….when did you last have fun during public holidays? As for me it’s been a real long time and its all because of lack of family. In yester years we used to all get together and catch up on our times apart. Back then, we loved our cousins. These days we like them: and its only coz of we remember the times we had had as kids and teenagers!

What a blast I had at the party and I thank God for it. It was a welcome break for me especially during this time of exams. Imagine they are not thru’. One more week to go. Have some sensible fun as you move through to next year and try and make some realistic RESOLUTIONS for 2009!?!
Me I don’t do resolutions, yet! Don’t know why.
Rumble on guyz and be blessed.

What We Can Learn……From the Marriage of Michelle and Mr. O

2008-12-07T23:29:00.002+03:00

Barack and Michelle understand the importance of putting a priority on their time together. Even with both of their busy schedules, Barack and Michelle make time for one another.
In an ABC interview, Michelle said that "Barack didn't pledge riches, only a life that would be interesting. On that promise he's delivered." She also said as part of the division of labor in their house, Barack did the grocery shopping.

How Barack and Michelle Met:
In 1989, Michelle was working at a downtown law firm and assigned the role of advisor to a summer associate from Harvard, Barack Obama. He reportedly didn't have much interest in corporate law, but did have a lot of interest in Michelle.
She said "she fell in love with him for the same reason many other people respect him; his connection with people."
After refusing to go out with him for a month, she agreed to go to dinner and then to a movie, Do the Right Thing on their first date.

Quotes:
Barack Obama: "And I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years ... the rock of our family, the love of my life, the nation's next first lady ... Michelle Obama."

Barack: "If I ever thought this was ruining my family, I wouldn't do it."

Michelle: "Time and love and sacrifice and struggles make you stronger."

Michelle on why the family did not move to Washington, D.C.: "We made a good decision to stay in Chicago, to remain based in Chicago, so that has kept our family stable. There has been very little transition for me and the girls. Now he's commuting a lot, but he's the grown-up. He's the senator. He can handle it. That's really helped in keeping us grounded."

Michelle on being a political wife: "It's hard and that's why Barack is such a grateful man."

Barack about being present to his family: "It is important that when I'm home to make sure that I'm present and I still forget stuff. As Michelle likes to say, 'You are a good man, but you are still a man.' I leave my socks around. I'll hang my pants on the door. I leave newspapers lying around. But she lets me know when I'm not acting right. After 14 years, she's trained me reasonably well."

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What’s up with the lights and electricity getting lost at Juja Boys And A Few Girls always during exam time?
Are the prices ever going to come down? Any economist listening!!!

My story

2008-11-26T23:44:00.001+03:00

Imagine a guy is in love with a girl [Sue] and then, he gets a job at firm that’s so away from his home that he has to leave his woman. At his new place of work he meets a certain free-spirited girl [lets call her April] who, as you may think, the possibility of ‘pushing together’, as we Kenyans like to blatantly put it, is far from close. However they do become friends and in the course of their lives they grow to like each other. As all cute stories go, they start to communicate with each other and the April finally realizes that she loves our ‘jamaa’. The twist comes at this stage coz the guy has been trotting around and at that time is in love with another woman, April, and so is kinda cheating on Sue. The girl moves on. No hard feelings though, but some uncovered emotions are left hanging!........pls pardon my poor English [a language that came to Africa on boat just like guns and the bible and that’s part of why I don’t totally believe in either but that’s an issue for another day]. The guy goes and marry’s his first love; they have a great and wonderful kid. After a few years they get divorced and the guy is left all alone with him thinking that the girl he loved most, April, already taken. A time, fortunately and much to my appreciation, comes when he finally gathers up some sort of courage and decides to face his girl………………………the rest is in the future, and not history, as people have so over-used the phrase.
I know the story’s true taste and suave and everything else that I experienced...........a breather…………………… are watered down by my poor descriptive ability and also due to the fact am not an accomplished writer. The script is from ‘Definitely, Maybe’. That movie is soooo in the same lines of a P.S.I-love-you-kinda love: now that’s another cute and nice and a flick that makes you just go aaaaaaahh! And ooooo!! And makes a guy (not me……hehehe) just wanna cry! That’s a secret between me and you. Don't tell anyone. Now the above two, flicks, got me thinking of how we just let good things pass us by on account of our cowardliness. The issue am talking about here is ELUSIVE: love. If you like someone why don't you go and tell them so. I know it’s hard but what will you loose. Absolutely nothing. You’ll only gain more confidence to move on in life. I thence decided to go and conquer the world with my new found wisdom. Wish me luck coz am about to just go and do that. Tootles!?!

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1. Why are dreams so surreal? If its pain or love or any other emotion it feels like you are actually experiencing them right there and then!
2. Why is it………………………………………and what is it with the whys today...that if a person is taken in by another person he/she finds him/herself practicing, unknowingly and unintentionally of course before the actual meeting? Be it planned or just at random!
3. Aren’t the following just ‘no-word-having-emotion-creating-like’ [well, it sounded sensible while being written]:

Lazizi – Sauti [wicked Kenyan crew]
Amini - Pentharmony
The Real Thing – Jill Scott
Miss Thickness – Jill Scott (from experience +826)
Alicia Keys ft. Busta Rhymes - Falling (Remix)
Do Re Mi – 4th Avenue Jones
Possible – Dwele

Add yours, please.

Coldest winter.

2008-11-23T01:09:00.000+03:00

When you are coming out of a block, as I am, you write and think of the weirdest things. Come to think of it, it’s funny that I consider myself a writer yet I don’t pen down anything palatable for like months!

Searching for a love
Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow
I got my third, I want the sparrow
Want my peoples straight and rock sweet apparel
Baby it's your back, I got forever
As the weather, talks to us
The blunted eyes of the youth search for a guide
I still stand tall; I walk through the valley, with a life preserver
Feeling at times, that I might just……………
I want folks to say his life it meant more
Than any car, any rock, any broad
He found Ghetto Heaven in himself and God

Love, your happiness don't begin with a man
Woman
I understand you want a man that's resourceful
If he pay your bills, he feel like he bought you
Talkin to a friend, about what love is
Her man didn't love her, cuz he didn't love his
Hugged her from afar, said what I felt
You never find a man, till you find yourself
Time helps mistakes, you can learn from
Cuz one man fucked up, men you shouldn't turn from
You want a certain type of guy, gotta reach a certain point too
At the destination, a king will annoint you
Goin through the storm, many bodies stay warm
That relationship died, for you to be born, you worth more
Than anything you could cop in a store
For you to grow he had to go
So what you stoppin him for
Not even I could ignore being alone it's hard
Find heaven in yourself and God

Beautiful thang.....

2008-11-16T19:36:00.002+03:00

The sweetest thing I've ever known
Was like the kiss on the collarbone
Soft caress of happiness
The way you walk, your style of dress
I wish I didn't get so weak
Ooo, baby, just to hear you speak
Makes me argue just to see
How much you’re [or aren’t] in love with me
See, like a queen, a queen upon her throne

I get mad when you walk away (don't walk away)
So I tell you leave, when I mean stay
Warm as the sun dipped in black
Fingertips on the small of my back
[Got u thinking certain stuff huh!...]
More valuable than all I own
Like your precious, precious, precious, precious
Dark skin tone (or is it chocolatey)

It was the...Ah
I tried to explain
Ah...but baby, it's in vain

The touching makes me think I'm grown, (you ain't grown)
Sweet princess of the ghetto
In my mind
Your kisses taste like armoretto
Intoxicating, oh, so intoxicating
How sad, how sad that all things come to an end
But then again, I'm, I'm not alone

My girlfriend.

2008-11-14T23:18:00.002+03:00

I so love my girl!
Am wondering which present to buy her and where to take her this coming
weekend! Ladies, any pointers on which[gift] is the best and most appropriate at this time of the month?

Me and me endz!..

2008-11-09T23:58:00.005+03:00

"F You"

Leave me never would you, if you should could I live
She said that she still wants a friendship
She cant live her life without me as a friend
I cant figure out why I'd give a damn to what she wants
I don’t understand the now, before, the then

Most of this garbage I write
Is about you
And how I let you infect my life
And if they got to know you
I doubt that they would see it
They'd wonder what I showed you
How you could leave it
A friend said that I should stay persistent
If I stay around, I’m bound to break resistance
F you for defining my existence
F you and your differences

Ever since I was a young lad
It was hard to find happiness inside of what I had
I studied my mother
I digested her pain
And vowed no woman on my path would have to walk the same
Travel like sound across the FATE ladder
I travel with spoon to mix this life batter
And I travel with FEELS so I can deal with TOUCH
Its like that
Thank you very much
F you very much

F the what happened
I got stuck
They can peel pieces of me off the grill of her persona
Used to walk with luck
Used to hold her hand
Fell behind and played the role of a slower man
I wanna stand on top of this mountain and yell
I wanna wake up and break up this lake of hell
I feel like a ‘female dog’ for letting the shit twist me up
The last star fighter is wounded time to give it up
On a pick it up mission
Kept it bitter
Getting in a million memories
With others
Just to forget her
The difficulty in keeping emotions controlled
Cookies for the road
Took me by the soul
Hunger for the drama
Hunger for the nurture
Gonna take it further
The hurt feels like murder
Interpret
The eyes
Read the lines on her face
The sunshine is fake
How much time did I waste?
F you for leaving me
F you for not needing me
I wanna say F you
Because I still love you
No, I’m not ok
And I don’t know what to do

It hurts when it hits
And the truth can be a bitch
I got an idea
You should get a tattoo that says warning
That’s all, just a warning
So the potential victim
Can take a left and safe breath
And avoid you
Sober and upset in the morning
I wanna scream F you
But the problem is I love you
So instead
I’m a finish my drink, and have another
While you think about how you used to be my lover
(F you)

I guess if you ‘ve read above, you have buy now got to know what ‘F’ stands of and represents. I didn’t wanna be blocked a d rated explicit: but its full effect is got when read in Full.
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I guess an Obama post is the most sensible and sane thing to do know next,eti with all the emotions that were brought up when he won!!????.. However,below are some crackers related to the recent happenings that i dug up somewhere in blogosphere[I just had to post them for those of you who didn't find some]

CNN BREAKING NEWS ALL WHITE PEOPLE MUST REPORT TO THE COTTON FIELDS TOMMORROW MORNING 7AM FOR ORIENTATION. COCO CHANEL !

Joe the plumbers phone is off. Voice mail says " Call back later, im tryna clean up all this SHIT Mc Cain got me into!.

Double damn*

Words written......The SALUTE!

2008-11-01T00:41:00.000+03:00

Good men are indeed all around us. We pass them on the streets and the halls at work. Mostly women can't see this because we don't know what a good man really looks like.
He usually isn't flashy enough or rich enough to turn our heads. He might not wear a suit or roll in a BIMA or 'CIDO'. He might not have a "body like Tyrese with a Denzel face". But, as you mature, you realize it's better to find someone who's got your back than someone who turns your head.
A good man doesn't agree whole heartedly with everything you say. He doesn't just tell you what you want to hear and do the opposite. He doesn't declare how sensitive, sweet, caring, sincere, yadi yadi yada.
He has his own opinions and you may clash, but he doesn't have to degrade you to prove he's right. He even admits at times to being wrong, regardless that women aren't willing to do the same.
A good man is not going to meet every item on your checklist. He is human with frailties and faults mixed in with all of his wonderful, strong attributes. He needs your love and respect. He needs to feel that you don't live to "catch" him doing something wrong so you can declare, "Aha! I knew you were a dog!!"
A good man doesn't necessarily give you a huge birthday or Valentine's gift. He shows his love in the ways that are comfortable to him. Don't judge him by TV standards(...Bold and the Beautiful,LaMujer,Ana,Young and the Restless (wonder why they are restless)...etc). No one,atleast the many couples that i know,lives that fairy tale for real.
You'll miss out on your own fairy tale by buying into the myth that men are no good. It's just not true.

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Girls are like phones, they like to be held and talked too, but if you press the wrong button you'll be disconnected!.............sorry ladies!....just had to.
You're like a shining star in the cold dark nite, you lead me, you guide me, you makes everything seems so rite...

'M' is for Mojo

2008-10-23T00:52:00.001+03:00

Masononeko!.....

Whoo! long time no write. I 've been away from blogging that I don't deserve the 'write' to call myself a blogger.Am here asking myself why I cant write as frequently as P Memoirs,CB and family? I guess when I do find an answer the result will be more posts.....huh...ain't that smart or what?......now thats what I call slow,as if!
Any way life's still the same,tough, and in most of my free time recently I find myself watching movies..which i've come to reaffirm have great themes......ain't I becoming stupid or what,ofcourse movies,most anyway,have great themes,papa shrindula!....Duuuh!Listen to me,am so pathetic,with my weak a** story on movies trying to blog - so weak! Maybe I should just give up this blogging thing.....I 'll just stick to commenting.Yeah,great idea King Genius!
I was at wapi the other day and I was so taken by the likes of Stan- in pic(who is about to release his album),Pentharmony and Wafalme. What a mix of hiphop and beautiful 'sung' music!

But before....

2008-08-30T10:48:00.003+03:00

The place is Wapi and as usual,things start to heat up at around 2pm.On the stage is Njeri Wangari and by the way she's flowing,her spoken word ish has taken me up to cloud nine and kept me there for the duration of her performance. Kwanza there this piece she did about the way she is mythical Gikuyu's 10th daughter,the one who is learned and doesn't follow all traditions - but get this, Gikuyu had only 9 daughters!(Gikuyu is the historical father of the Agikuyu people of Kenya)...Word up! Andy Zawadi followed up with his spoken word piece about how all HIPHOP cats want the bling-bling. Third World Revolution followed up with their wicked cypher. There is a not so new band out there going with the tag 'Just A Band' and man can those guyz can rock a place. They did their song with Wakamba Wawili feat Liz Ogumbo ,'Never Knew' and standing Os were in order.The most talented and out of this world hiphop producer in Kenya ,Chizzen Brain, was in the house and Wakamba Wawili were next on stage. They did their thing and the crowd loved their sensational performance. Johny Vigetti of Kalamashaka arrived from months of being underground. Poet and spoken word artist and performer Tim Mwaura was on the W-times and that was a breath of fresh air!
Yesterday while writing this I was listen to Lauryn Hill's MTV Unplugged album and can't that lady rock a mic...so.....spirirutal...with her lone guitar. Its so sad that she went under.
The next Wapi will be on 20th September and you know ur boy can't miss!
Peace out,mpaka tena!

Politricks Part 2 : Commissions

2008-08-27T11:12:00.001+03:00

Is it just me or is Kenya becoming a country of too many commissions?We have the Waki,Koka,Kriegler and others that are yet to be created on our(tax-payers) cost.Furthermore,these commissioners are also paid hefty salaries.This to me paints a really grim picture of what the priorities of those in power are. They think we the populace are so stupid that as soon as those commissioners terms come to an end,the main purposes of their formation are forgotten; if that doesn't beat logic then bite me!
Its like they are,in Kikuyu folklore, like rats and how they chew and nibble on your flesh[human] while you are sleeping as they slowly blow on the created wound so that you don't feel pain and much to their dismay,wake up! The problem in their case(leaders), is that we are fully awaake and aware of their STUPID and futlie attempts at trials of conjuring up solutions to well-known and disheartening problems that our beloved country faces:the main ones to me being corruption and poverty in that order.My solution is that the prevention and persecution of those involved in the first would provide avenues for the solving of the second.Simple
In that spirirt am thinking of creating my own commission and name it 'Commission On Why I Don't Have Enough Money To Spend Everytime'.Another would be 'Why Is The Fucking Grass Always Greener On The Other Fucking Side And Not On Mine!'.Luckily,mine would be dissolved early because I don't think I would have time to wait instead of cashing my tenure salaries and perks for doing nothing all day long!

Have a virtous day,or night,won't you!

My Family Album

2008-08-22T16:22:00.002+03:00

During a recent strike at the place I school at(and after being sent home), I got the chance to enjoy some really required me-time with my recently begotten small brother(whose pic I would have liked to pin up here but shock on me I can't - am working on it.PROMISE!)He's so cute and I don't even mind changing his nappies(daiper-changing is so eventful - like when he decides to pee while am in the process and at the same time he's laughing!) Of all things,don't you just love when you are peed on,hahaha.Then there are the times he decides to blabber sweet nothings for all who care to listen.You should all get a small listen, sometime before he reaches 3yrs old...working towards that too.If I had a small dictaphone I could have jotted and paper-recorded all the stuff that made me so wanna jump coz of my happiness in him(so simple,huh!).I have decided that when God grants me life and when the right time comes,a child is the most appropriate thing you can ever bear(and I will, with that....and when that...... someone,if special [and if there exist someone special to those who believe in fate] comes along).

Random.

The re-runs of 'Better Days' aired on KTN (which I watched during my week at home) were so refreshing and who said that fermented 'uji' - porridge - wasn't soooooo sweet,thats when cooked or is it prepared,well!Mmmmmmmmm!!I know u like it.Can u taste it on ur buds,dripping saliva and see the rising smoke?Hahahaha!?!

Right now am so feeling like Stifler The Stiffmaister(American Pie)!Is it just me or am I using too many brackets?I guess its coz English came over to Africa on a ship and the missionaries presented two options,the Bible and English or you could swallow a bullet!

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So fresh.

Did anybody miss the immaculate run by Jelimo and Jepkosgei in the 0lympic 800m finals on 18th? Man(or woman) do they make runnig look easy or what!A million kudos and thanks to both of them coz at that time I was so patriotic I could kiss anyone and burst into little bubbles of joy!At that time our NATIONAL ANTHEM was so relevant,meaningful and all that other stuff........Damn!?!

Limit of a function....

2008-08-18T15:47:00.000+03:00

Yesterday..
Am just.....uhh!!!........I just want you close to where my heart is. I don't want none of that crap about you being sophisticated and all.I just want you between my bronchiles and main artery - heart. Just squeezed tightly in that gap so that I could atleast feel you whenever I breath. Does that do it or do I have to like go on one knee and get....all the more mushy?mushier?.... Am doing it know but that beats the point since you can't see me and these words are written to specifically fall on deaf ears!
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I recently watched a couple of really nice movies that would make you want to live every second of your life with so much emotion that you 'ld feel satisfied.'Tears of the Sun' brings out so much love for man and his kind in a plot that's set in the rainforest of Africa.Damn those civil wars and there f***ed up foolish ideological dictators of the yesteryears. Anyway,I really think Bruce Willis and crew really outdid themselves as was also the case in 'Amargedon'. Although older, they are fine movies.
Imagine a guy just struggling to put food on his fams table only for everytime to be pulled down to the dregdes by people and not so sweet situations.Luckily he finally succeeds and lives from then on a good life.Thats the pursuit of happiness as potrayed by Big Will(Smith) and I 've gotta hand it to him, he brought me to tears so many times that I.........woi!..yaani life can be like that! I know you 've watched it but I just had to recap it.Damn!
Sydney White is a REALLY down to earth girl(not as most of our Kenyan girls) who goes to college and as she tries to fit in the 'riht' group she finds herself tied up in problems as she has an in-born goodness that she just can't chuck away.She struggles and as most flicks end she triumphs above all odds and succeeds to get good + the guy - me -(I wish!). The movie is as her name.

Pardon my luck of 'material for an interesting post - guess my mojo must be fading - but I just can't think str8 during this harsh eggzam and strike-ridden times of ours.I guess I should become a reviewer but more juice on the way.Promise!
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Today...
I saw you again and I had to completely refrain from blurting out loud that you kinda looked nice sine we last met. But am happy that the effect you had on me subdided.Finally!

Mucasa sucasa....

2008-07-30T11:48:00.001+03:00

Idols came to an end and although I didn't get to watch it much, I gotta say am kinda happy that Nicolette made it to the end, although she didn't win!I guess its cause I didn't vote for her,or anyone,anyway. I think she's really cute,real and so natural! That's one person who's music I 'll be listening to for a while,and that's if she chuks out any.
Recently I was like:

Life is a string of pearls,
And you the first I strung.
You left -first flower -
Life lyric on my tongue,
An inexhaustible romance!
Blush of love's dawn, bright bud
Time -I embrace all time
As my arm rings your waist.
Space -you surpass, sublime,
As, taking me, we taste
Omnipotence, sense slaying sense,
Soul slaying soul, omniscience.
We lay beneath the trees
With you at my knees.
We sing of God above
And of love.
Well satisfied,
And at set of sun
We were one.
I carry your heart with me
I am never without it

So unrelated.
I watched a few of Micheal Jackson's old performances and boy couldn't the guy dance..rephrase that...break down.....Damn! Bummer huh,that today he's like breaking up into small bitty detattchable pieces(his body)!
What does one do to get their appettite back? Nothing I seem to look at seems to be palatable nor appetizing! Any ideas!
I may go for a heitus(as I was) on account of some 'ec-sams' that are so hot on my heels together with the usual assignmments, that will take up your time when its most wanted.
May luck plus the work of my brains be blessed!
Let it be!

Mr Dracula's woes.....soul sista!

2008-07-14T17:44:00.000+03:00

Today I saw you
But I couldn't talk to you
Its like you are untouchable.
Its not that you are more than human
I guess
Its coz you are more than human
You are not like the others
Every of my kind thinks the same of you
Wants to spend time with you
As I write this I try really hard to connect
And even ,if by a fraction, to match
What comes to my mind to what I write down
But can't!
Its like you ....
Well you just have something that is just soooo...
......
Heavenly
For lack of a better English word.
When you talk, I want to take out a paper
And note down what you say
So that I could later, go and decifer what you could have been saying
Between ....
Between tha.......
Between the lines......
What you could have been saying between the lines!
Lovely!
Am even suprised that I could even write as I do right at this moment,
Coz
I can't believe its me!
But, then,
I guess its a side you bring out of me
A side I didn't even know existed.
Am like a small chirpy, jumping baby at that one moment
And then the next am a grown up man thinking of the future.
Woooord!
Listen...
Sad..sad!
All this is however very saddening
Why?
Because you didn't reply to a question I asked you
I guess it wasn't mean't to be.
I thence decide not to even think of you and
Try to avoid you
As much as I can
But I find myself still doing the forbidden
Just as I finish making my hard choice
I guess I should wash my hands of you
Damn!
Word!..
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I recently passed by a gospel concert which was to be the launch of an album titled 'Zao album'.Most, if not all, of the songs played there were so soulful that I had to decide to attend, although for a short time.Who thought that gospel music could be so sooo....beautiful.......What!I guess its cause I have,since last year gotten so out of touch with my spiritual side that I found it so refreshing!My reason for this is that I find most, if not all, religions I know of are full of contradictions and misconceptions.I just pass thru' this life of mine applying what I find helpful and moral(most of the time anywayz haha...).Whats your mantra?

As I eat my sunflower seeds...!!

2008-07-04T15:18:00.001+03:00

I recently was witness to ,if you allow me,a beautiful thing or some cute happenings.
There's this couple who met in college, grew in love with each other(and it was those once in a lifetime kinda loves,those you just wish you are in but furtonately or unfortunately for you,aren't part to). It was those types that where they do everything that Shakespear and others alike wrote about: you know those where either knows almost all about his/her better half(not loaf) and they finish each others sentences. Well, I guess you get my humble point.
Anyway,here comes this other rich guy, and he's like obsenely loaded! He is taken in by the antics of our girl and as if it was a test of their love, a problem arises: a finincial one. They are in dire need of some cheda and this my rich guy is just the one who can provide it,but on only one specific condition; the girl must spend one night with our wicked friend! Dig that!..
So, both our protagonists agree with the deal: si they have a whole life of happiness together? What the hell,they go through with the plan and are finally lacking in their financial problems, on account of the money they got from the lady's sacrifice. As time went by, my rich guy started playing dirty and he got into the good books of the girl and eventually the heavenly couple broke up! So sad ain't it?..
The first guy who's robbed of his love becomes one miserable fela while his girl lives life to the fullest(with riches amassed by our wicked rich spoiler)! As all good stories must come to a climax,both girl-and-boy-meant-to-be, re-unite to live together after realizing their stupid mistakes and forgiving each other. I guess true love does somehow exist in this harsh world of ours. The above is the plot of 'Indecent Proposal', a movie(not new) I recently watched and just had to share. Another that comes to mind at this point is 'Titanic': was that a storyline (the latter's)or what!???!!!

Secret meeting on the 5th floor staircase

2008-06-26T11:19:00.003+03:00

Am actually smiling as I write this.

After clearing my schedule for a few hours I packed up myself i.e. my torso plus all its protrusuions(limbs,etc), and started 'ku kula tarmac'.......what!........by now you are wondering if my block turned me into a sort of teacher-ish complusive student......well to both mine and ur relief ,I was just trying out something new which I have found out isn't for the blogsphere which it seems i left due to something even i myself can't explain.Daaa!
Anyway,the place was Wapi and I arrived at around 2 hours past meridian time just in time to catch Octopizzo STRUT his talent if there's anything like that(grammatically).That guy can flow and his use of wordplay and pun is phenomenal.Bigup! Neema,the poet,was in the house and reminded us of her most recent outing at Wapi which to me she truly rocked! Ojiji and his more talented(to me anyway) bro Eli Sketch gave us a lay down of their album which is truly a breath of fresh air. Mista Ree was as always so super-licious and witty and creative and oh ...before I forget..so fashionable(me laughing,eh!) and just out-there...what with all those bright colours....plus so many things wrapped into one.Here's a killer "He said that he found a prefect(captain) with bloody feet in his high school principal's office and his defence was that the prefect had told him to 'PIGA MAGOTI'". Ain't that so like Mr Ree! I could have divulged into a story on high school prefects but I realized that they are another bowl of fish altogether and could take the purpose of this post. I got some insight into something that I had for so long intended to learn - CAPOEIRA,a Brazilian sort of play-sport which at the same time serves to keep you fit. Anyway, its something I have been telling myself to do but don't get time to .Unluckily for me the organizers of that avenue were registering but I couldn't join up coz of my really TIGHT schedule - well school and life's own sideshows or is it life itself,bar me from such! But there's always a next time ain't there,huh!
Anyway the day was a success in itself and I was glad to detox with my artsy like-minded friends.
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Daimonds on the soles of my shoes - Black mambazo
My favourite things -
Sumthin' Sumthin' - Maxwell

Pulled back...

2008-06-18T09:46:00.000+03:00

Mmmmmmhhh!!....
Am 'seeing' some new things that i promise to share since am coming out of my 'block' officially. Wow! Ain't that nice!
Out of the blue,I heard that Natalie Stewart will give us something something something! And ain't that music to my ears! Literally and really!

Happiness is a Voyage!

2008-05-20T09:34:00.001+03:00

We convince ourselves that life will be better once we are married, have a baby, then another.
Then we get frustrated because our children are not old enough, and that all will be well when they are older.
Then we are frustrated because they reach adolescence and we must deal with them. Surely we’ll be happier when they grow out of the teen years.
We tell ourselves our life will be better when our spouse gets his/her act together, when we have a nicer car, when we can take a vacation, when we finally retire.
The truth is that there is no better time to be happy than right now.
If not, then when?

Your life will always be full of challenges. It is better to admit as much and to decide to be happy in spite of it all.
For the longest time, it seemed that life was about to start. Real life.
But there was always some obstacle along the way, an ordeal to get through, some work to be finished, some time to be given, a bill to be paid. Then life would start.
I finally came to understand that those obstacles were life.
That point of view helped me see that there isn’t any road to happiness.
Happiness IS the road.
So, enjoy every moment.
Stop waiting for school to end, for a return to school, to lose ten pounds, to gain ten pounds, for work to begin, to get married, for Friday evening, for Sunday morning, waiting for a new car, for your mortgage to be paid off, for spring, for summer, for fall, for winter, for the first or the fifteenth of the month, for your song to be played on the radio, to die, to be reborn… before deciding to be happy.
Happiness is a voyage, not a destination.

There is no better time to be happy than… NOW!
Live and enjoy the moment.

Now, think and try to answer these questions:
1 - Name the 5 richest people in the world.
2 - Name the last 5 Miss Universe winners.
3 - Name the last 10 Nobel Prize winners.
4 - Name the last 10 winners of the Best Actor Oscar.
Can’t do it? Rather difficult, isn’t it?
Don’t worry, nobody remembers that.
Applause dies away!
Trophies gather dust!
Winners are soon forgotten.

Now answer these questions:
1 - Name 3 teachers who contributed to your education.
2 - Name 3 friends who helped you in your hour of need.
3 - Think of a few people who made you feel special.
4 - Name 5 people that you like to spend time with.
More manageable? It’s easier, isn’t it?
The people who mean something to your life are not rated “the best”, don’t have the most money, haven’t won the greatest prizes…
They are the ones who care about you, take care of you, those who, no matter what, stay close by.
Think about it for a moment.
Life is very short!
And you, in which list are you? Don’t know?
Let me give you a hand.

Some time ago, at the Seattle Olympics, nine athletes, all mentally or physically challenged, were standing on the start line for the 100 m race.
The gun fired and the race began. Not everyone was running, but everyone wanted to participate and win.
They ran in threes, a boy tripped and fell, did a few somersaults and started crying.
The other eight heard him crying.
They slowed down and looked behind them.
They stopped and came back… All of them…
A girl with Down’s Syndrome sat down next to him, hugged him and asked, “Feeling better now?”Then, all nine walked shoulder to shoulder to the finish line.
The whole crowd stood up and applauded. And the applause lasted a very long time…
People who witnessed this still talk about it.
Why?

Because deep down inside us, we all know that the most important thing in life is much more than winning for ourselves.
The most important thing in this life is to help others to win. Even if that means slowing down and changing our own race.

A piece of cake!

2008-05-13T18:44:00.002+03:00

My Sicilian Godfather sent me these little Words:

" Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.
(Proverbs 18:21 )

If you love something, set it free. If it returns, you haven't lost it. If it disappears and never comes back, then it wasn't truly yours to begin with."

I recently came across these 'little words' and found them interesting. Don't take me to be the religious types, not that I have anything against them or anyone who believes in anyone or anything for that matter. Religion, as I have come to understand is a very touchy issue and can be discussed for days and months and years without any sort of understanding ever having been arrived at. Shoot! Some people believe that a cockroach is a divine 'living organism'.What! Now, that is what you call weird. Go and do your research and you 'll be amazed at what you 'll discover.
But then, who am I to judge what others believe in? For all I care, me being a Christian might be a big joke to my scientologist friend Mr. Cruise(who is a childhood friend by the way,ha ha) or some other person who believes in what I wouldn't even want to imagine(dogs,cats,clouds,etc)!

Cute words like the ones above bring a smile to my face. But there are other words that can bring pain, guilt and shame. As Proverbs says, your remarks or your words, can bring life or death. Try to use some beautiful words on somebody today,won't you? See the effect they 'll have.

The above doesn't qualify to be a serious post but if you ever been in a bloggers block(as I've read and heard it being called) as long as I have, then I guess you 'll understand where am comin' from! These is what you come up with when you are in such a situation. Here are some other 'block thinkings -cogitations-'(am no miriam(or is it meriam)-webster).
These-es and thats-es:
-What is the deal with holes in the wall(read atm) and them being able to suck you dry at your most vulnerable time?
-I recently saw a car labelled 'If over speeding or being driven recklessly,call the following number...'. And in bold, by the way.At this point a bulb lit up above my head! Aren't most if not all of these labelled vehicles not the ones which just do the opposite? Well,not the cars themselves but their drivers? Who bothers to call the displayed numbers anyway? I know I don't!
-a)Tokomba ba camarade-Franco b)Gidi man oloba! c)Madilu system & Wenge musica Ring a bell???

Washana nao!

2008-04-26T13:58:00.002+03:00

I am at this point going to say something and do something that I don't normally do.
I don't talk about politics but I think what our current top politicians are currently doing to blind-fold us into believing,touring the country and all,is all messed up.Why didn't they first do this when our beloved country was in turmoil. This brings me to another issue.I also don't don't like the way they are referred to as leaders. They are not leaders; they are POLITICIANS!
Period!
A leader is a person who would lay down his/her life to his people(SUBJECTS),who he serves and not the other perverted way around.
Phew!
Am I glad that's off my chest.
Am in a heitus of some sorts and promise to come out of the cocoon that's barricading me in.

Chao!

Kumbaya kumbaya!...

2008-04-19T17:32:00.000+03:00

Only when our hearts are

empty of things of the mind

is there love

without separation,without fear

there is only love

there is no you or me in this state

there is only a flame without a smoke

J.Krishnamuru

Trigger happy

2008-04-02T12:22:00.002+03:00

I hope to maybe trigger intentionally or unintentionally........ a response to the stimuli..... from below.Be it a memory,kind thought........anything.......that makes you tick or tickle.

Sooo unrelated...............stuff!

The other day, as most people like to say, a few of my relatives from the motherland(read ocha[usha-na ago]) came over to visit and in the guise of attending a certain family function-cum-somebody-graduated/promoted-thingy.I like them(not love) alot in the true sense of the word.Love is a word I don't normally use frequently because I just don't like the way people in this 'morden times' of ours just dish out feel-good words like they really mean them from the bottom-most pits of their, sometimes and mostly dirty, hearts and souls.Anyway,I like some of my relatives and love some of them very much.Back to my story;the point is that they visited! One thing that i didn't like about their 'visiting' is how they seem to take control of all that is in the house and more specifically, the tely.Why in this 'morden times' of ours would a person want to watch WWF/E or some other similar programme instead of another? Like '24' or 'One Tree Hill' for instance! It's not that I have anything against those who like these shows or their actors/partcipants, its only that I don't watch them.Don't take me wrongly - for at this juncture I know that you are already conjuring up some obscene words to throw at me and even try some of those moves you like/dream of ever doing before you reach 60(but you are un-ceasingly told not to try at home) - am only airing my views!Phew!

Dibaji.

Muhtasari.

8-4-4=0

Struggle is my address.
Paper
There is no money if your where am from
Funny
I just want some of your some
Like Martin,the king
I put together pieces of dream
And I still have one.

Papa Shrandula vs WWF:
Those relatives of mine really brought up some issues I 've been thinking out silently but its all good.Since I was forced to watch,unwillingly,with a somewhat disgruntled mood and a 'haidhuru' attitude,I sat down and happily sank into a frozen state while watching the latter T.V programme.It kinda brought back some memmories of akina Yokozuna and that ' am not your sexy boy,am not your boy toy' Shawn Micheals something.Boy! Weren't those the days?!? Anyway,my point is that I prefer 'Papa Sharndula' to 'Smackdown' or'Raw'.I guess you can't have everything you wish for.

By the way,what does having your cake and eating eat or making yor bed and lying on it mean?Bummer huh!

Don't you just love that 'No air' video by 'Jordin Parks ft Chris Brown'.

Huyo pimp ana pimple
Karani
Amevaa miwani akae handsome to my honey!

Les Wanyika - Embakasi
Elimisha.
DC.
Mgema akisifiwa......

Mwana wa imberi vayaye!

2008-03-15T18:26:00.002+03:00

Concerto of a desporado
-circa The roots:illadelph half life

Some 'copy-pasted' rules...

- Link to the person that tagged you.
- Post the rules on your blog.
- Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
- Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
- Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website

1.I have two dogs and a cat which am trying to 'enliken' each to the other.

2.When i discover an interesting blog or site or story on the net, I copy it, carry it home and read evrything(+ older posts) so as to know it better.

3.If you 've ever heard of a processor multi-tasking then I guess you 'll get the drift when I tell you that I can muti-process quite comfortably thank you! I listen to the radio while watching the tely (its actually not watching its flipping through channels: in an hour I 'll have watched like 4 programmes and understood them without any stress) and at the same time read a bit of a magazine or newspaper.

4.I think untrue is a better word than false or lie.

5.Still about the net: if I Iike an artist (of the 'sing along' genres) I go online,look for his lyrics, carry them home and then listen to each song while I sing along to them.I find this refreshing,nice,fun and informative since you get to know songs better and get those little bits(you know: those bits you hear and you think of a special someone or one you are thinking of gettin' ) that you are sure to have missed.

6.I detest the constant crying in today's so-called reality shows.

7.Does the name Andy Cap ring a bell?Well its the name of a 'ka-certain' comic strip that comes in the Nation newspaper(oh yes,that one) daily and I think...no,I know i like it and think its really funny.

In ma ears Know its alright - Malik Yusef ft Carl Thomas

Mnyambuliko wa Vitenzi

2008-03-06T14:16:00.003+03:00

These are some lines that I just jotted down
in case I spotted you around
that is if you are in town.
I started the first day of my life
when I saw you!...
Like good food and wine
flavourful yet refined...
you are.
She studying film and photo flash focus record
said she workin on a flick.
And that I stepped off the stage
and took a piece of her heart
we knew from the start that
things fall apart, intentions shatter
you know that you got me.
When I get home get at her
through letter, phone, whatever
let's link, let's get together
But let's stop talkin, cause it's feelin like an interview,
I know you into me, so, let me get into you..you..you..you..[fade away]

These are some of the things that go through my
head when am bored by life's ongoings or none-goings if you like.Although they
aren't original(mine), I do guess that since am 'blogging', am allowed to do
anything,right? Am happy Bants is back from his 'escapades'(unknown or otherwise), if I might call them so. He even gave me an idea(unintentionally) from his awaited come back! The above prose-like stuff were laid onto the ears of a certain someone but what went down is as follows:

Me(M): Hi. [fullstop was duely noted]

[After a thorough look-up and look-down! Well you know girls...rephrase that to ladies before I get beating on this our somehow cleaner streets]

Nairobi chick(NC): Don't 'hi!' me.

M: Hey,get a lock ['grip' would have been a more appropriate word but my goal wouldn't have been achieved] (sic!) on that tongue of yours.I just wanted to ask you,the persona, out!

NC: Ask me out! Are you insane?

M: Don't you like the lines that I have composed for a person of such beauty?I guessed that your heart,which is also defined by the same word, and mine would merge as the white and blue nile(sic)!!!

[NC gives a look like 'what the hell are you talking about']
[Another one of scorn and distate is extruded]
[Oh my dear Lord!]
I decide to recover and recoup before all is lost!
I go in for the killing.

M: But I have money! LOTS and lots of it!

[A brother's gotta try]
(Don't mug me,by the way; its not true)

NC: How much are you talking about exactly?(said with a sly,coy,playful smile)

M: Like alot. I work in an upwardly mobile job and in the upmarket areas of our greener city, for your information.

NC: Why didn't you tell me about that before.You sweet,handsome, RRROADED(read loaded) guy!(must have been a kyuk - neither pun nor bads thoughts intended though)What did you say your name was again? And when did you say our date was?

[At this point the widest smile I 've ever seen and a fine set of corroded white teeth are flashed. The extreme points of her lips must have touched at the back of her head]

M: Hahaha...You wish!

Bumpin' in my headphones: What happ'n - Floetry

Me and my artsy friends...

2008-02-23T17:15:00.003+03:00

Trance-like!
......
The day is 23rd February, the time is about 2pm,the weather is as beautiful as Kenya is and the place is WaPi.
The open mic session was off the hingez......no, i rephrase....the tone is set for what will go down as one of the best WaPis (to me anyway) I 've ever attended.
Jikoni-crazy as always,McOdera-of Kalahari and many others just to mention a few I can remember,performed. KPAG Dancers did the Eric Wainaina song "Dek dek" justice by giving us a hell of a show....damn!
Mista Ree and Morocco...what do I say about these guyz...well they are so talented that rhymes were coming out just as sweet as they were born to do it!
Chiwawa was nearly outdone by the two wicked brothers Ojiji and Sketch, but he represented well!
Bring da noise (a group of soulful artists from all over Africa) did what I would call, TRANS! This is coz after they finished performing it took me sometime to come down to earth from wherever I was! At this ppoint in time only the artsy people were remaining so it was quite nice and wonderful and so many good things put together.
Other artists who 'appeared' were Roba(K-shaka),Agano and Labala(Wakamba Wawili),Lavosti(of the 'Burn dem-Ukooflani' fame),Kimya and Point Blank just to name but a few!
Damn...phew!?!

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there's no skating here

Fresh to def she is
From her steps to the set she is
So "death" might not let me live
..............
Do this one thing for me
Outta the trillions of numbers that's in the world
Just leave me a few
That lead to you

(:a phone number:
courtesy of Lupe Fiasco's 'Sunshine')

Shot straight thru' the Heart.

2008-02-15T08:34:00.004+03:00

This is the post that comes before the real BLOG!

I just thought that I had kept quite for a long time and I just had to release some pressure before the real stuff(sic). Talk about a bad February or is it 'Black Tuesday'. I've been really stressed this month and have been going thru' a 'ka-crisis' before life starts going back to normal.
Valentines came and passed just as normal:what is all the fuss about one day in a very very short month anyway? Maybe its the issues that am going through!

Phew!!! That was really good...I mean....what I was supposed to do and didn't get to do .i.e. Blog!

Keep it soulful.

Get a listen!

2008-01-31T09:57:00.000+03:00

Here are some lyrics to a new song I know you MIGHT never
hear on your favourite radio station:

AGANO:

"So close
so cross the river ingia slums
uone kidole iko
so close na trigger
so bro na shinda
so close na shida
ndio maana sitaki bibi yuko
so close na FIDA
hata kaa yuko so mmmmmwaaa! na FIGA
..............
ni hii flow kwa KEYZ
kaa za ALICIA
na keyboard kwa giza
.......
juu cheque me ndio SINA
bike na BIMA"

LABALA:

"ni kikupa food ya fikra lazima upate ulcers
ni kitupa show na kusihi usije after
baada ya mi msanii nani atafunza jamii
baada ya hii kisanii ni lazima tu MAJANI
baada ya hii verse mi nataka niume LAMI
baada ya hii kazi mi wengi wata ni tamani
...........
natamani kula vyangu kabla jua halijaanguka
natamani kuwa mwenzangu ale kama sijaanguka
sitamani kuwa mwenzangu ajue tu KUBANJUKA
........
niwe timam kwa kila issue
si kila IMAM hapendi tissue"

I be like..

2008-01-26T16:57:00.000+03:00

Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs

Not happen between these thighs
Not happen between these thighs

The real revolution ain't about booty size
The Versaces you buys
Or the Lexus you drives
And though we've lost Biggie Smalls
Baby, your notorious revolution
Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche in my bush
Your revolution will not be you killing me softly with Fugees
Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring
And produce little future emcees
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs

Your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a jeep
With LL hard as hell
You know, doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
You know, doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well (nah come on now)

Your revolution will not be you smackin' it up
Flippin' it, or rubbin' it down
Nor will it take you downtown or humpin' around
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs

Your revolution will not have me singing
"Ain't no nigga like the one I got"
And your revolution will not be you sending me for no drip, drip VD
shot
And your revolution will not involve me feelin' your nature rise
Or helping you fantasize
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
No no, not between these thighs

Oh, my Jamaican brother, your revolution will not make you feel
Bombastic and really fantastic
And have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic

You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french
vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Or having Akinyele's dream, (mm hmm)
A 6-foot blowjob machine (mm hmm)
You want to subjugate your queen? (uh-huh)
Think I'm a put it in my mouth just cuz you made a few bucks?
Please brother please

Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave
And making me believe I'm some caviar-eating ghetto mafia clown
Or me giving up my behind, just so I can get signed
And maybe having somebody else write my rhymes
I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
You know I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown

Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go
If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and ego
We'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense
On a quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense

But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status
To express what you feel
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Will not happen between these thighs
Will not be you shaking and me (*yawn*) faking
Between these thighs
Because the real revolution
That's right I said the real revolution
You know I'm talking about the revolution
When it comes, it's gonna be real
It's gonna be real
It's gonna be real
When it finally comes
When it finally comes
It's gonna be real, yeah yeah

Thanks SARAH for YOUR REVOLUTION!

And another says:
JUST WAIT and see!!!>..

Tears..

2008-01-12T18:32:00.000+03:00

Will we recover from what we are going thru?
I literally was in tears when I viewed some pictures like the one above and from HERE.

Oh my KENYA.

"Tears,tears,
going down my window pane..."

Happy..no and yes...

2007-12-18T16:30:00.000+03:00

I don't usually do this.....wish anyone a good holiday/time/trip (from my background, clearly)........... but I guess there are firsts for everything.

I hope this doesn't happen to our dear old Santa..that is to those who believe he does exist.

May we all have a blessed and happy Christmas as opposed to a merry one!
While in that same mood here are some words that I've been listening to:

" Met him on a thursday,sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown,deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives (Word?)
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations,blue colors,memories of shell topped adidas
He was fresh,like summer peaches
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm,no jacket,no umbrella,just warm
At night we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper,red,hot,spicy
I felt Dizzy, Sonya, heaven, and Miles between my thighs
Better than love,we made delicious
He me had,had me he
He made me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love.."

Hope they put you in a zone like they did to me!

The Reserves

2007-12-10T16:07:00.000+03:00

Why go to a place just for the sake of it!
That's the question I was asking myself when I saw all the bored, tired-looking,
disinterested people and children! It's sad that they know not of all the beautiful art they miss every time.
The place is WAPI where people are 'councilled' by the British.

There were many acts on the said day (8th December) but a few that got me (not the song 'you got me' by The roots ft Erykah Badu)
and those that I remember are described. Grandmaster Masese exhibited his creativity by reading his critically funny letter
sent by his supposed GIRLFRIEND. Aimee (one of the emcees) gave us some truly wonderful AND memorable poems and spoken word
pieces: especially the one about her Africanness. K47 and Mr Ree were so creative with their true mc skillz. There was a time when Mr Ree said;

"the only way an mc could be ahead of him was when
Mungiki would cut off his head, be found by the police at the stage (bus stop).
that way he would be A HEAD! (get the play on words)"

Ain't that real hip hop or what! Can't wait for the battle between the two (Ree and K47).
MC Odera was flooicous and really got me when he sang 'Malaika Wangu' from their Camp Kalahari album pre-release. Judge, of
the 'Msanii' (ft L-ness) fame, was in the house and really rocked the place although not many people knew and felt him. The live
Wapi fashion was futuristic and a step in the right direction (what with local fashion houses - Urban Phunk and
Imani - showcasing their art and beauty). Githuku did the right thing in reminding us on voting wisely come Dec 27. Smokilla
really killed it with his Swahili poem while Mwaura....please forgive me but I just had to pause as I talk about Mwaura coz he had me in
zone like....

"You make me so so so...
So so so so so so.....(x2)
All you got to do is say yes.....(Floetry)"

Oh...sorry about that....... but its only that Mwaura was so ..he was so...well let me say he was what and where he was in those few ticks that
he did perform...a metaphorical land... far away above the clouds. The final act was by beautiful Muthoni Ndonga. Her story was reflective of the day's
theme and so beautiful and heartfelt. Since it was a true story, then the world is surely a place barren with goodness.

For the next WAPI, Imani,a spoken word artist and with a cache of other beautiful talents, of Amplified Tounges will be holding a Skillz
Factory lab. Liz will also be having a fashion lab.

...............

Now onto a different place and issue for that matter. As I was traveling on one of Kenya's roads (Mombasa road near General Motors),
I saw a couple hanging out. Guess where they were: on the road RESERVE! That day being a Sunday, I got to
remember how our beautiful (but not so much this dayz,according to me anyway) Nairobi lights up with cute couples
walking hand in hand and two-by-two. Those are surely nice sights to see on a day when you are down.
If people have gone to the extent of chilling on road reserves and walking beside any piece of land that has
been gardened-and-greened (read supermarket lawns), then love is truly in the air (if I might say so myself).

....Flashing Lights!

2007-12-05T16:50:00.000+03:00

Hmmmmmmmm!.....

She don't believe in shootin' stars,
but she believe in shoes & cars.....

As I recall, I know you love to show off,
But I never thought that you would take it this far!

Okay, listen everyone!.....

2007-11-29T10:29:00.000+03:00

This and that..

Hmmmm!,....what does a person write about. I asked myself that same question before I started writing this post. Do I write about how this days its really ngumu to approach dem girls(lasses)...my bad, I meant ladies....sorry again, what I meant is women. Yeah! I think I got it right this time. You see, its kind of hard knowing what to say and even begin at this days when formulating the idea or having thoughts of approaching a girl....sorry, I meant a woman! You see its even hard and I have corrected myself the second time in like what........ 2 seconds. Whew!

My main issue is the difficulty in courtship this dayz. Take for example the list that persons (note carefully that I didn't say that word)....I think am safe with that (hopefully).....like Cherrie, gave us the other day! How can we put up with that?

Think about all the do's and don'ts that come with even talking to female person.. (Hahaha!)....We are only lucky that it doesn't come with a technical rider attached! Am in this woeful mood because as I have observed or experienced, you can't even utter a word without having a possible main AGENDA! Now how about that?! And maybe all the poor guy...oh so so sorry and poor guy...wanted to do was have a chat. Guys, I think we should organize a forum called “THIS DAYS”, where we could just lay our troubles down and maybe come up with solutions for these unaccounted for problems.

Anyway, onto other brighter issues which bring a ray of sunshine to my dayz. Don't you just love rhymes or poetry or SWEET NOTHINGS(or whatever you would like to call them) depending on your taste in your music, that go like:

“I was told the true definition of a man, was to never cry.....got to provide...”

“We commute through computers.
Spirits stay mute while our ego spread rumors.
We're survivalists turned to consumers...”

“You pulled some tricks out your sleeve last night
Everything I fantasize about
You had me climbing up a wall
How many ways was God called
You represented in the fashion of the truly gifted
You put it down last night”

“I know if I pick up this phone, write this letter, send this two way.
I know I'm gonna say some things, I know you gonna say some things
That we both don't mean to say
Like...how amazing...how amazing...
When you would spread my limbs cross continents “

As I pen off...sorry....I meant to say...oh, hold on...by the way what did I mean to say? Is it click off or write off ?(pick the best word and use it as you please)....Am in a zone that you can't even imagine. What with all the sweet lines above. I have a smile that isn't from ear to ear: it runs all the way round my head. I know someone who would like to see me like that (such a weird and unimaginable phenomena). YOU!

Peace out!

2007-11-21T15:41:00.000+03:00

WAPI...

Got there at around 11am and found the DJ doing his thing. The day's theme was discussed at length although by just a meager of those present. Others were going about their own business although it didn't seem to be much! To me anyway. People should indulge more in the activities
since its beautiful and FREE!

The graffitis were coming out very well although I personally thought that Uhuru B's was on the right course since he didn't use
any masking tape for linings and his idea alluded to years of experience, craetivity and fresh thought.

The journey through photography by Alex Kimweru was very enlightening and refreshing together with the educative video on HIP HOP today.

The open mic session was the bomb with the 'guy in black' (pun intended) reminding me of Gregory Isaacs/MosDef's allussion and showing us how the power of the spoken word brings out a side of us beings that we always keep hidden. Isn't poetry so heavenly PEOPLE!?!
At this point am hearing YEAH's from anyone who appreciates art!
Still on poetry, I saw IMANI and wondered why she didn't perform. It could have been nice to feel some of her Morning Rain!

Ojiji and Sketch were unimaginably floetic and showed us how real ciphering and in relation,how hip hop should be done!

The warriors once again reiterated to us why they are so hot with their soothing and reggea-licious tunes. If you haven't seen their new video 'Burn dem', U are surely in lack of some ukoofalni-ish stuff. Their song on the Upendo Kweli compilation was off the hinges!! By the way or by the road (whether tarmac or murram) or whichever route of thought you might choose to use, doesn't Steve have a beautiful voice or what!?!

Morocco was as always, on point- with his wicked mind and cool freestyles - while JULIANI preached to us in his unique voice and sort of debued his new song while at the same time reminding us that life ain't just about 'RIMS,TIMMS and BLING'. His new track featuring Kanji, 'Pendo Kweli' ,has a surely nice neo soulish feel. Have a listen.

I am not sure but I think I saw McKah's album on sale. Any answers out there?

All in all, WAPI still remains a place where art can be appreciated by all:from the ghetto to the High rises. Its not,sadly, like KWANI? readings which are held at outrageously pompous places where most Kenyans and in particular, art lovers, can't go due to financial constraints. If Marjorie Oludhe Macgoye concurs, I can't be wrong!Or can I? Any comment KWANI? Trustees!

Can't wait for Adam vs Eve!

Peace out.

2007-11-21T15:21:00.000+03:00

Random De'ja'vu....

Do you sometimes wonder how some people come up with great music especially neosoul artists like Musiq,Jilly from Philly among others?

I sometimes wonder why it is that people do the things they do and in which case you will mostly find that it is the bad things they do most frequently..

Why do we have good and bad weather?

Why did Lilwayne say he was the king of hip hop @ this year's BET Hip hop awards?

Is it me or do taken jamaaz and mamaz more sought after than the LONERS! Could it be the hormones released when one is in a relationship or PAPA SHRANDULA COMPLEX THEORY applies.

Ever....

2007-10-29T11:24:00.000+03:00

Ask urself why the world is so CRUEL?What with all the killing,poverty,untreatable diseases and other sadening and related stuff!

Think of why all this politcking that's going on right now in Kenya,and the fact that two of the opponents know that their main challenger will go back to that said seat come December 28th morning!Do think the same?

Sat down and ask urself why so many Kenyan rappers call themselves kings of rap and HIPHOP mc's yet they don't know anything about it,it's roots,history and elements?We are surely lucky to have:

Looked for a place in Nairobi that plays only Neosoul,Hiphop,Jazz and Afro-fusion?All we are given are the so called "nites" which end up playing nothing of what was intended.Aren't U happy of the Kwani readings,
Poetry pots and WAPI?

Do you have some Questions that you ask urself daily?

I heard that Bantu twisted some dreads and then shaved them!Hahaha!!
PEACE.

Brown Sugar....The Movie

2007-09-30T17:07:00.000+03:00

I recently watched it(although its old) and if you have seen this movie and are a hiphop fan, then I guess U were really impressed as I was.Damn ain't it a movie and a half or what!!!!!

MosDef definitely ripped his part apart (he was really funny) and showed us how versatile he really is as an actor and MC!Queen Latifah also did her part well and to add to that she proved why she is one of the handful of female MC's (not singer or rapper but a real hiphop MC) who can also act....forget about Beyonce!

Taye Diggz.Taye Diggz.Taye Diggz.Taye Diggz.!!What can I say about this guy.I guess he is one brother who can really dress to kill- as he also does in "Daybreak' and 'Kevin Hill'- if a chance prompts him to.He's also one guy who knows how to act seriously althiough he does have a fetish (forgive the spelling) for GIRLS.

Any way this is a movie I could see daily without getting bored.

The deleted scenes were also nice to see together with their narrations.

Please link me to other reviews of movies like this and in the nprocess U could suggest similar themed movies.Trafadhali and THANKS in advance.

Kwani? 03.....Part 1.

2007-09-22T17:31:00.000+03:00

Wow! It being the first time I was reading it I gotta say I was really impressed by it.I had heard about it before and I finally decided to buy.Yes! I did buy it...and when I sat down to read it, I was really in a trance since I had never read such a compilation before (I was used to sci-fis and novels about clandestine activities e.g. those by akina Robert Ludlum-'The Parsifal Mosaic' is his best according to me for those I have read and I have read quite a number by him).Anywayz, to me a rough review or preview, depending on your preferred inclination to diction, is as follows:

The pictures,comic strips,drawings and other forms of visual expression(at this point I think of WAPI and Dead Prez's performance although I wasn't there[smilez and chuckles] ) were cool and tight.

Munyakei's story:U 've gotta feel sorry 4 him and KENYA as whole.We couldn't have got a clear view of how things went down.Kudos I guess are therefore in order to Kwani writers and in this case esp to Billy Kahora and Judy Kibunge for their superb work and to all those involved in the production of the sources.Who could have known that life could be so DAMN harsh and rough for doing what is right and what is U believe in.This got me to wondering if there's any need in being real in life.Isn't that so sad 4 a young mind(mine) to think of losing hope in a country that wants to be industrialized by 2030(hahaha!).Munyakei should be applauded for his courage and love for life although he's still waiting for a promised JOB! It was also cool the way the writers aluded to cultural issues mid-story e.g. marriage,initiation,e.t.c.

'Kamlesh' plea' by Tony Mochama was nicely rib cracking and satirical.If Kamlesh' wishes ever came true, wouldn't Kenya be golden studded,I 'ld be rockin' a rolex and with a beautiful damsel by my side(sic).

Kama's poem,'Zana za vita' was so true and it seems that REINCARNATION is the way to go....Before this thought passes, I 've got to give a weak punchline I just thought of (since am at this stage thinking of HIPHOP)....hope U hate it bcoz its the type of things we are hearing from guyz saying they represent Hiphop but they are just businessmen in a worldfull of people who just want to listen and accept trash[are U in this group?] :

In my past life I was Nastrodamus,
But in this lifetime am gonna be rockin' you alls!

Its not that I don't understand poetry but I had a hard time deciphering Ed Pavlic's poems.I guess its because he alludes to places,lifestyles and things(Texas,Hugo Boss,e.t.c) foreign to a (note carefully) KENYAN-AFRICAN like ME! Some help at this juncture would be so HELPFUL!! Please.

'The Deed' is so nice and describes the deflowering of a woman(girl) and how she see's it being undertaken.

The poems by Lily Kibaria put me in ZONE that I can't begin to describe them maybe at a later time and as topic on its own.Sorry!!?!...

Hi

2007-08-18T17:39:00.000+03:00

I just joined and am just trying to 'fit in'.I 'ld really love if you 'll just post/send me anything nice that can give a brother some joy e.g. neosoul news,war in iraq,about beautiful meadows and roses,etc.