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How are you doing? There, my good deed for the day is done. As usual I am smarting after a weekend replete with fun, games and work (in that order) and am now just getting adjusted to my week. My eardrums are also smarting from the effects of listening to a good lady singing. She felt that she was producing melodies more associated with Alicia Keys and Ashanti but unfortunately the general populace found the music more along the lines of Barry White.

I would also like to remember on my good friend Teddy who met his untimely demise at the hands of a hit and run driver. 2 years down the line we still miss you dude. And as for the driver -- God bless you too!

Since I asked you very nicely to register yourself and you still tupad mbao, I will be carrying aroundcheese and crackers to go with all the whine that will come from people who complain that they never get any opportunities! (My suggestions that the qualification criteria be relaxed to allow jamaas to enter were dismissed as being impractical.)

And as for those who are keen for a night of good fun and entertainment, and enjoy it thoroughly when a prospective beauty queen informs us that FGM is a vegetable then we must rendezvous at the Carnivore on the 16th for the Miss Malaika Preliminaries.

I hear from the horse's mouth (no pun intended) that Redsan, Amani, Rada and lots of other talent will be there. The prospective beauty queens will also be there. Looks like quite a night of merriment so I shall be there with bells on. And so should you! If the worst gets to the worst I shall commandeer a bunch of 10 jamaas and we shall hold a paegent of our own ;-)

The final by the way will be held at Grand Regency at the end of August. But just in case an errant Mr. Kenya gets selected because there is not enough light and too much disco smoke, it will be held during the day.

The bone of contention was that jamaas were absolutely hopeless at communication and thus made very poor friends. Naturally me and my boy Jim indignantly reacted to the affront on our gender. We were outnumbered 4 to 2 but the regular grief we encounter purely because we wear trousers moved us to rise to dazzling heights of eloquence. I was particularly singled out shortly afterwards as being notorious at disappearing off the face of the earth and immediately defended myself with what I felt was a concrete example. I'll have you know, I told them, a friend who lives quite out of my way, in that famous fortress opposite Nairobi Chapel where fathers who want a good night's sleep insist their daughters take up residence. I have visited this fortress (which cannot be more out of my way if it tried) in search of her innumerable times, been left listening to a dial tone even more times when I endeavoured to call, left messages with cheerful people who clearly believe that phone messages are a tool of oppression and have been doing nothing more than giving my fingers good exercise drumming out numerous lengthy emails to this lass. The responses from either mode of communication have been conspicuously striking by their sheer absence, I went on to note, but despite this I still make valiant efforts to keep in touch. Is this, I asked triumphantly, the behaviour of an typical uncommunicative jamaa?

I must admit it was naive of me to expect to get the last word when there is at least one lass in the room. I am seldom at a loss for words but am still recovering from Judy's very sweetly put reply. "My dear," she said, "there is a difference between being a good friend and being a sucker".

Still have no words to defend myself!

Now just before I hit the hay I am listening to some very alluring tune from a group rejoicing under the name The Three Degrees. If you've never heard 'When Can I See You Again?' You must be a millennium baby!

Naturally I still enjoy my Hip-Hop, my Ogopa and my R&B and my Classical but having something to talk to the Patriarch and the Matriarch about when it comes to music is stuff to write home about!

A gossip is someone with a great sense of rumor.

August 7: Sam's Birthday! Dude, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
August 9: Anniversary of Theodore Kilonzo. Victim of a hit and run. We still miss u and your wacky ways dude!
Coca Cola is launching something or the other at the Carnivore. Ought to be interesting
August 13: Jim is leaving the country! You will NOT be missed :-)
August 16: Miss Malaika Preliminaries at the Carnivore. If you're not there you really are a square!

I have a constitutional right to give My own shout-outs to whoever I please!

Judy: I'm still thinking of a response!
Pato: Jamaa wewe ni shujaa!
Meg: Where's that logo you promised me?
Laura: Ushindwe wewe!