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Indeed it has been a mixed weekend. Friday started with considerable boredom and ended replete with merriment and much satisfaction. However Saturday and Sunday were spent buzzer beating deadlines that seem to be advancing on their own violation. If i do say so myself, I am a Ninja. And yes, since this is MY site I can say jolly well what I please!

Complaints abound form my failure to update my Journal. Well, since there is no 11th commandment telling me "Thou shalt update your journal" nothing is cast in stone. And I for one trust that Moses delivered to Israel what he was given. Again let me repeat -- i will update it when i update it and no sooner!

Someone accused me of being rude on Friday, and I am not sorry to say I laughed in her face. I do not deny that my sarcasm at times can be construed as such but in these cases I do apologize but in this case I did no such thing, nor do I plant to.

I informed the good lady of this and a reason was demanded. I was happy to oblige.

Indeed our world is composed of all kinds, shapes and colours, and I for one am grateful for this. Variety is the one thing that keeps us sane and relieves us of monotony. The world is made up of men and women, blacks and whites, Hottentots, Xhosas, Zulus, Ogieks and about a zillion other such divisions. These are good. We should embrace our individuality and our traditions, our cultures and our roots. We should be proud that our ancestors played Nzumaris or truant. We should embrace the fact that some of us can drive for hours, hopelessly lost and stubbornly refuse to ask for directions. We should recognize that some of us say things that are completely opposite of what they mean and react strongly when what they said is taken at face value.

In short -- variety is good. I have friends and colleagues from every possible avenue of existence, and I like to believe that I get along famously with them. It doesn't matter to whit what your colour is or where your ancestor came from or the position you assume when you are in the small room.

However there are some of us who do not have similar sentiments. If for instance you believe that a particular race (yours) is superior to another, or a particular tribe(yours) is superior to another then you have a problem. If you believe that all women are out to take your money or that all men are out to shag you at the earliest opportunity you have issues. In these days of education there is no excuse for such crass ignorance. Perhaps those brought up yesteryear in the confines of their villages may be justified in their ignorance but you who has an education have NO EXCUSE WHATSOEVER for tolerating such nonsense.

If 8-4-4 or 7-6-4 or 1-2-3 did not remove such myopic stupidity from your person there is no way in hell that I can. Nor will I bother. Man is born free and will die free, if not in body then in mind. And as the good book says there are none so blind as those who will not see.

WHy on earth should I waste 1 second of time conversing with someone who believes that due to my tribe, I must be a thief or a wizard or a showoff? Why on earth would I waste time talking to someone who believes I am womanizing prude? No, on the whole as soon as I detect such ignorant myopia I can assure you that henceforth you are on my list of people to avoid. I mean, if i am such a crook, your life undoubtedly will be better off without my presence.

I am not asking you to change your mind -- you won't. But i jolly well am not going to entertain such nonsense from anyone anywhere. Everyone is entitled to their opinions -- ignorant or otherwise! So feel free to be ignorant -- ON YOUR OWN TIME!!

My friend Stella returned to Nairobi after a few days in the country, and her tales of the visit filled me with nostalgia of the last time (quite some time back, I am sorry to say) I was having huge mugs of steaming tea thrust into meekly resisting hands. The friendliness of the folk is simply unbelievable. Complete strangers will pluck you from the street just to have tea with you. At any hour of the day!

The amounts of caffeine ingested pretty much against your will is enough to keep you from dying.

Then there is the small matter of transportation. Getting around involved a means of travel known as a Seven-A-Side. For those of you uninformed about rural means of transportation, a Seven-A-Side has nothing to do with rugby sevens or fifteens for that matter. It is a vehicle that is essentially a covered pickup with a bench bolted along either side of the back. Thus the occupants of the vehicle end up seated with their back to the sides of the van staring across all of ten inches into the eye of your fellow human being.

However in true Kenyan spirit, the owner of the vehicle wishes to maximize his profit and sees every need to cram every inch of the vehicle with humans.

What does this mean? You have 2 choices -- either you remain seated with a hunched over Kenyan's posterior jammed in your face or you be the hunched over Kenyan with nowhere to hold on to as the mercies of gravity jam you and your posterior from one side of the pickup to the other.

And this being a pickup does not have air conditioning, or an automatically controlled environment. The sides are tin. The window is tin. The door is tin. And the impressive sunshine enjoyed in upcountry translates wonderfully into heat within the confines of a tin body filled with 20 odd breathing Kenyans.

And of course within this hot, stuffy environment richly embroidered with the 'personal' smells of the occupants as well as the breathing, someone is bound to have had a heavy lunch and, when pressure accumulates within one's nether regions, releasing it is paramount.

An explosion of sound, like ripping canvas rents the stuffy interior and I can assure you your eyes, ears and nose will turn red after the combined efforts of nature..

August 23: Attend graduation of friends at Strathmore University (and get bored stiff in the process)
September 9: Mine brother's birthday. Boy will that lad get himself washed!
August 30: KENGELE'S!
September 8: Expedition to Paradise Lost!
September 9: Mine brother's birthday. Boy will that lad get himself washed!

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

Aida: Not forgotten
Joan: Thank you very much!
Rani: Welcome back!
Doreen Maureen: How the heck are ye! Long time no see!
Irene: Be sure to drink plenty of sea water while you're at the coast!
Maggie: Perhaps I was making a sweeping assumption when I thought you'd be done this millennium?
Aida: Most definitely intriguing!
Wanja: Hi! Long time no e! What on earth are you up to?
Carol The Pilot: You'll have to do a lot better than those 3 lines!