To a the modern and cosmopolitan gourmet Frenchman there are 3 types of pepper:
White Pepper
Black Pepper
Toilette Pepper

The typical Jamaa's better half replies with spirit to his letter with one of her own..
A man addresses issues such as crossing rivers in a letter to his beloved...
Updated my JOURNAL
Made a simple change to the site that only the astute will notice

LEARN KARATE
WEAR A DRESS
MAKE SITE
FIND ME A NICE GIRL (Who doesn't chew, smoke, boil or suck tobacco)
CONVINCE NICE GIRL THAT AM A NICE GUY
LEARN TO KNIT
HAVE THE LAST WORD
START MY CHRISTMAS SHOPPING
GET ME A NEW COMPUTER

I wish to thank all the beautiful ladies, good men and of course you for making this little enterprise the success that it is!
T H I N K E R ' S  R O O M is about 1 and a half months old now and yesterday I was looking at the statistics the nice people at Geocities provide me with and was a tad stunned to notice that in total I have 2000 or so hits so far. I can die happy! Of course this includes all the pages and other stuff but still -- dayum!! Many thanks to you all and I wish our liaison to proceed indefinitely!

I did keep my promise and have tried pretty much to reply all the mail I get. Rest assured that any mail you get from me has neither been auto generated (the time to write that code is just not there!) nor copied and pasted (I've learnt from experience that here you cannot fool anyone at anytime!) The policy that I implement here is very simple. If you send me mail I WILL reply to it, guaranteed!

Some people deserve special mention for all the psyche and support: Aida, Wanja, xplaya8, Laura, Miamama, Sam, Kevo, Judy, Caro, Gracie.... and all those others! If I have forgotten to put you here be a pal and remind me to do so!

Well, someone was kind enough to inquire since I have a rather energetic approach to life, do I have any phobias? Well, I'd be happy to say no and earn your undying admiration but there is ONE thing that I loathe with all my being! What's that? Well, it's very simple really -- I CANNOT, DO NOT and WILL NEVER be able to tolerate a live chicken.

Yes, you heard me the first time. A live chicken I cannot stand! Never have, do not and will never for that matter!

Perhaps I should explain further. The only chicken I entertain feelings of goodwill and good cheer towards are those that I perceive next to a helping of fries. Feelings of tenderness I also extend towards those that are languishing in a bed of baked potatoes. I do not mind seeing a ruthlessly dismembered chicken golden brown, of course. However I cannot stand a live chicken. Being in the presence of one awakes feelings within me that I am sure that God did not intend some of his creations to have. When I see a live chicken I usually proceed to boot it as hard as I can, repeatedly, energetically and enthusiastically in the backside. FIDA will be no doubt glad to know that I do not discriminate. Hens get the very same treatment as cocks, but I must confess the cocks usually draw from me more ire. My backyard is ideal for this being just the right size. A minute of this kind of treatment convinces the fowl that it's best course of action is to remember how to fly and many a time a fluttering and clucking foul has found itself at quite impressive altitude due to the impetus of both its own power and a powerful boot from myself! Of course after a while it remembers that it is not too good at flight, gets altitude sickness and descends heavily to mother earth. By this time loving family and friends have arrived at the scene and after many hugs and "there there"'s I am convinced to re-enter the house and put my feet up and make short work of glasses of juice.

Perhaps I should explain this ire for the hen. My loathing for this bird can be laid sparely at the feet of a chap named Julius and his scheming sister Wilma.

I met Wilma at the sterling age of 5. She was in my nursery school and I do recall that I found the copious gap in her dental formulae fetching. Close to 4 of her front teeth were missing and her smile was engaging. She in turn found my untidy hair, untidy shirt, untidy shorts and dusty shoes fetching. (My mother todate believes that no power on earth can keep a small boy clean for more than 10 minutes). As it happened we lived in the same estate Majiwa, if I recall rightly. She has a teenage brother, a gent called Julius.

One fine day we were playing house in Wilma's room (she was very persuasive) when good old Julius came by and made some comments about my untidy appearance. I objected strongly to the critique of my wardrobe. Julius laughed and pushed me lightly, precipitating me into a tangle of those huge baskets that were the proud receptacles of dirty linen. Considering his 13 year advantage my small mind correctly decided that physical assault would not be the wisest course of action so I settled for finesse.

Julius' room was next door to mine. Julius' room had plenty of stools , chair and wardrobe doors, made of nice wooden materials. In my pocket was the tube of Super Glue that had been such an asset in our war against the watchman. Indeed it had served me well and I saw no reason why it should not serve me well that day. Wilma's toothy or to be more precise toothless grin went to my head and before I knew it I was in Julius' room freely and liberally smearing strong glue upon any surface that would receive it, furniture, clothes and gadgets.

Of course the course of events was predictable. Julius emerged from the shower entered his bedroom and closed the door. Some minutes later an irate Julius emerged from the room, yelling words most inappropriate for my tender years. I later discovered that a good portion of his hair was now part of his cap and a good portion of the skin of his back and upper thighs had become to finish of his bedroom chair.

Having foreseen this outcome I had already hidden in one of the clothes baskets. Wilma however refused with spirit to join me and thus was in plain view when Julius blew in like a hurricane. Since I was in the clothes basket I failed to hear Wilma quite shamelessly choose her own welfare over me and some seconds later the basket was open, a flapping and indignant cockerel was tossed in, the lid was closed and all 80 Kilos of Julius sat on top.

That the cock was not amused to be in the stuffy confines of a basket with a small boy I did not for a moment doubt. It flapped its wings, clawed and pecked. It dug talons into my cheeks. It crowed, clucked and gobbled. At the time I was quite unaware it was a cock and believed it to be a demon. I fought back with energy and terror but the clothes in the basket considerably hampered operations. My screams of terror were talked about in the estate for weeks after the incident.

After some minutes of this Julius' father appeared at the scene and seconds later a bedraggled and bleeding small boy was hauled out of the clothes basket together with a more bedraggled and bleeding cockerel that was missing most of its feathers.... you will understand now why I do not particularly care for live chicken!! And for the KSPCA, RSPCA and all those who are outraged -- BUGGER YOU ALL!!!!

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

Samu: Wasup dawg!! I skia vitu over there are off the chainz! Holla bana!
Cheri: Why thank you kindly! A kindred spirit is hard to find indeed!
Gathoni: Got me hook, line and sinker my dear!!
Paulo: My dear chap, long time no see! If I recall rightly I last came across you 2 years back! Anyway my son, the reason the Special Air Service is so good at what they do is that they do what it is they do quickly, thoroughly and well without anyone knowing what the hell they are doing!
Emma: Worry not! You will be treated very well!
Miamama: If you hook me up with a way to contact you, no doubt something can be arranged
Ngumu: Habari ya maisha bana! About those pictures -- the attachment was too large and therefore the mail client flatly refused to send it but am working on it ;-)
Joe: I sure do hope that you're still a good boy.... but then again, knowing you, I doubt it :-)

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