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| Some stuff really ticks me off. I mean
REALLY ticks me off.... |
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I keep telling people that God has
an excellent sense of humour, second to none. I
mean, in life one has two options -- either you go to school
for 12 years, university for at
least 4, intern for about another
4 doing crappy jobs before getting
a semblance of a good job.
Alternatively, you could become the President of the United
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... TO MY OLD MAN ... |
After a long absence attending
to the calls of duty in some remote region in Rwanda,
where I understand the resident monkey population
believes it is part of the human population, the
Patriarch is back, in excellent health
and excellent spirits.
You, sir, have been sorely missed!
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... ROAD TRANSPORT PART I... |
For those of us who may not have
had the pleasure, our Roads Minister, one John
Michuki is a very fascinating individual.
One has not seen life until one has seen the look on a TV
station cameraman that has drawn duty to cover this gentleman,
and has tried unsuccessfully to give away his only
cow to a fellow cameraman to do it for him
The look is very much like that that must have crossed Daniel's
face as he was cheerfully informed that he was
going for a one on one with a pride (and
joy) of hungry lions.
Our John is a cameraman's nightmare
chiefly due to the fact that getting footage of that gent is (as
I heard a chap in this line of work bitterly say) im{censored}
{censored} {censored} possible!
This is due to the fact that immediately those cameras are put
on, the man's movements make Neo dodging bullets from Smith
and his men look like the leaning tower of Pisa doing the
tootsie roll in a pool of frozen molasses. His head ducks,
swans, bobs and weaves, floating like
a butterfly on steroids but not stinging like a bee. His eyes
dart from here and there, probably before light
reflects back into them. His neck jerks
almost violently from one point of compass to the next, shoulders
following reluctantly.
But I digress. This gentleman some weeks back issued instructions
to the effect that kutoga leo all matatus
henceforth, from then onwards
and from now on shall have seat belts
and speed governors installed. For those of us
who have never had the pleasure of traveling in one, allow me to
elaborate.
A matatu, at it simplest is a combination of the following:
1 (one) motor vehicle, seating between 18 and
40
1 (one) driver, who uses one hand to attend to
a large bunch of miraa / gomba / khat and the other to swig from
a soda bottle, separate the miraa leaves, unwrap chewing gum, gesture
respectfully at police and passing traffic with a well known finger.
Oh, and to drive.
1 or more conductors. One of these will collect
money from passengers with enthusiasm and only give change with
great reluctance when asked for the same. The others' duties are
principally to converse with the one collecting the money in vernacular.
If one does not choose one's seat carefully one shall be in the
immediate path or at least the slipstream of breath that can and
does peel paint.
A speaker system that includes woofers,
sub woofers, superwoofers, super sub woofers and sub super woofers
that can be heard as far away as Papua New Guinea
on a good day with the right winds. The speakers themselves are
hidden inside the driver's seat, or in the roof of the matatu. Generally,
the first aid boxes that come with the matatu are treated like part
of the wrapping and immediately replaced with said speakers.
A number of apathetic passengers
To Be Continued in issue 62... |
... KENYAN MUSIC ... |
Barring my MPs
and Councillors, I love just about everything about
my country. However, the music scene has become a pain in the --
er -- somewhere.
Why? It's beginning to sound the same. 98% of the artists
fondly believe they are rappers. All rap songs contain
one or more of the following :
- "ingia Carni na miokno hewani"
- "weka Mikono juu"
- "Tingisha kiuno"
It's easy to be a critic but can't we please come up with something
new? Come on peeps, can't we be original?
For goodness sake some 50 Cent wannabe has actually
taken it to a new level by releasing a Kiswahili version of In
Da Club.
CMB, Ogopa DJs and Blu Zebra
-- give us some credit. We can detect "borrowed"
beats a mile away. We've heard Tempting To Touch, Da
RockWilda, O Sista, Deja Vu, Never Diss A Man, I Hate You So Much,
In Da Club ... Try harder my lads!
Can you spell LAWSUIT?
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... THIS PART TO DRIVE THE CIA NUTS ... |
Bush. CIA. Osama. Bomb.
Al Qaeda.
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| ... QUOTE ... |
| Bombay : An explosion shaped like a harbour |
| ... GOINGS ON... |
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If you're not watching the Rugby World Cup you're
clearly as uncultured as I thought!
On the soccer
front my sympathies go to certain loudmouths who
know themselves that for some misguided reason back Mudchester
United! Gunners 4 Life Baby!
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