Hit and Run

Not a driver........I know that is what you gone think. When I put my mind on it a little long, I gone agree with myself, its a driver alright, but this sort do not go hit with car, they hit human and human. Maybe this city is too big for people like me who grow in the country side, who still uphold things that the Good Book will give nod on.
No matter what Nita sometimes say I go lack, that I need to get me self civilised, act proper, accept social reforms, change with time, be dynamic in me thinkin........ I think she tries to defend undefendable happenings, its good when a pot breaks it can still be mended, if not it can still serve some food, its use still is there. This hit and run i go say about it what i really think my head is going around for. No man wants to stay around no more. They want to hit and run, its the new game in town...and Nita says some woman has just got to play it. Well i thot, i get hit becoz i dont know, and hitter run because they fear, but not in this particular one. Jack says, tomax..... I love you , i do. I say how can you love me, I met you now...you know. He say I know from now i love you...... what a misuse of words! If you love me, you bring two white chicken, three He-goats, and 12 cattle, or 6 cattle if three of them gone calve, so Papa, and Mama can measure yo love for the first daughter of theirs..... their first fruit...you want position of eldest son-in-law show yo worth to Papa! Jack, He bolts, I never seen him again, I say to meself....... thse were 17 animals I ask for, he bolts...... love indeed!
So Nita says if I go round here like that am gone loose evry boy who wants me close, then am gone reach my 30th year and no man would bring even a chick to Pa! I say why not Nita, you think am less beautiful, am not worth...all that, you know Pa will even ask for more...she say, time have changed Tomax..... you place those conditions that sound like IMF loaning rules, you get no man in your Pa's homestaed asking you to have the honour of bring up his seedlings!
I say Nita, what I to do now? Namba 30 is far, but the world is ending, days become years, and I would have bring not forth no younglings!
Nita ....always open minded, you got to let the man hit, and if he runs he no yours, if he stays...he is teh one. Now if some customer gone ask to taste Aunt Nera fish am gone let them.... but if a three legged male, wants a piece of me to be shure or to help him decide if to stay or not.......my dead grandfather forbid.... am gone tear him into two, cut off his third leg before he even says L....a..v!!!!!
Whether village in me stays or leaves, ......... the village in me will still gone to ask for those animals.......and the woman in me gone to wait around for not the man who just delivers the animals, but he who will deliver and still awoken the lioness, that sits still in me, rave it like a fire in the bush, prey on me like an eagle swift on a chicken, and the river will not run dry.
It broke my heart that that Jack did not stay, I mean he was good to look at, but he sure is good riddance! Probably a hitman!

Coup de' dat

Sometimes when I talk, everyone just thinks am talking, becoz of no other job to do, like the other day I say it so well, why would a man send another man to woo some woman for him? You dont need to go to school to know a coup can happen, the government can be overturned on you, and trust me you dont need a stranger to go done that for you, your own flesh and blood can do it for you. I tell Ikanta that has get nething to do with, smartness, its all in the ego, the animal in every man, the desire to conquer, to rule, to acquire, to posess, to mate, to ensure the survival of his seed, and what the rest of the pack wants , challenges the lone male to go after te ultimate female. It happens in the animal kingdom, and its no different here, only humans are higher animals!

So when Tito, came around looking for me, last week I thot it was the fish money he owed Aunt Nera only wen i see him yesterday, he tell me why he look for me that bad. Tito and I hail from same village, so i treat Tito with lots of respect becoz he can act as my brother, we are from same clan........ Tito tell me I was in Naivasha Tomax......i say yes...whats good there, you want to leave your driver job...he go no no...... I go to visit Andy. Ok Andy, I, Tito we all know each other from bak in the village, but that is not breaking news breaking news is An-dy, An-dy the trusted messanger, of Tito the special envoy, which means he was entrusted with going to call Tito's girlfriend from their homestead when Tito needed to si' her , was now the husband of that gal Tito loved so much.. Abello. He said he heard it in the village when he went visiting and he had to go confirm in Naivasha if it was all true... I look him in the eye and ask, you saw with your own eyes or you heard...he say i go there too, found them ...all tense...all tense, and he told them its fine with him, life must go on, and they have him blessings......quite some man i think...anyhow it all brought it bak to me ..... and am gone say it again, in ancestors name if you want some woman, do the chasing alone... this is not a whole pack chase,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, its a one man one lion chase...no way around it!

Rain or no rain....

Nairobi inanyesa. In this city even a drizzle is rain. But you know Njoguini he has lived in nairobi longer than anyone i know, from the dig, mvua ya nairobi ikitaka kunyesha, haimbembelezi...it rains, not baby drops, but it rain, rains!
Speaking of babies, no one here ever goes to see newborns anymore. Agneta, that is our cousin from Pa's side, she came to Aunt Nera place , saya mama Vino had just given birth to twins, Mama vino is my Aunt on that side too, now it has been two months, becoz i go count them, since Aunt Nera said we will go see the blesing, you cant call them babies..u know, the spirits might come and whisk them away to twin land. Anways now aunt nera keep saying if she aint no careful the day she will go see Mama Vino, those tow blesings will be the ones opening the door for her, Ancestors forbid! Twapa! Aunt says the beautiful days, when everyone would kam see the newborns is just getting lost..........no napkins,, no foodstuff, no vests, no nothing, some even just kam, and say they are greatly suprised you gave birth quickly it passed there minds, they see baby, and go, i find it truly uncustom of afri-ca-ns to do that, you go go see, an angel and empty handed you arrive? Now they , modern, city, town, urban women call that ceremony they kam with baby things...baby shower, and they do baby shower before the baby arrives. that is insult to the spirits, the West call it counting your eggs before they hatch....... which clothe to buy when no one know if he gone be a boy or he will chose to kam out a gal....... you let the baby be born then , only then all this came after...but they say.......primitive is the word..archaic...ignorant, .........call what they may......tradition is tradition, even Pastors I see dont get buried in the churches, they go take him home, where his forefather, once were!

Joy of nature

Ji enjoy

A jackpot?

I am trying to do the right thing.......by every rate, am trying to get a job. I gone talk to evryone out there, am now good in computer, ever since I coming to the youth centre, dont think I gone have a big headed, but I need decent job, Aunt Nera's fish ga ga is not doing bad, but not bring green bills too, and I not biting the hand that feed me, but if we all gone go to the road to burn fish, we are not going to get enough to get me out of here.

I love it here, I came from no place in village, they brood me in, Aunt Nera, feathered me so much, Father at the youth centre just allowed me to train on the computers and am gone be a star, they call it whizz........ and I want it so badly , to be so good before I gone leave the youth centre, then am gone do my Ma-ma, and Pa some proud, and Aunt Nera too, but right now I have to keep coming here.......... Father tell me its fine, so am gone keep doing this blog project while i can, and Juma also said he might get me into Data Entry job, where he works with those data people in the company he goes to, he says that is the easiest way to get into big company. So am going serious now, gone get some job on the desk

Jua Kali

To be honest sometimes the sun in Nai, doesnt just shine alone, it does so with the whole family baking on it, jua na watoto wake. Its probably hard to understand what am saying but if you have to stay outside, wait for Aunt Nera's omena to dry up, you would probably get it, its good teh dry up in a few days, but it should rain, i tell you, it just should, otherwise i wouldnt stand it anymore........ hot is just the word, but that never amazes not with this city gals, you expect them to do things wisely and they never suprise to go on the country...anyway not all of them

Take shiko from Apa, she has a boo here so she always come around, you know the rich gal poor boy story, anyway i cant crucify her for what har family has, but I certainly can when she has to stick those sharp pointed long leather gumboots, on this path. with tall skirts, you know the senorita one....s, give them a cold weather, heck you will never see them boots on, except some pieces of clothes in the name of spaghetti family...give them some sunshine.... well its Senorita on the mountain alright, am short changed in alot of things, smartness just passed behind our homestead without getting in, but logics, I have that abundantly, and am fashion logic..... not fashion stiken by light but definately fashion smart I am!

Come sing with me.

A pillar of salt

Its a Monday......and am keeping a low profile, but not before, I kashifu some stuff I just dont appreciate...one of those things is when some guy just pats the mathuths, of another fellow guy. Just like the open sewers at Mama Recho's kiosk dont go down well with my matumbo's, so do I find it hard to swallow this kind of moves.
Oh you thinking, yeah....... the villager in me most kindly has not taken up to the city life here, I don think the village hen, nor the city hen lay eggs in so much different styles they both...gone shout it to the whole world...before they gone place there backs on something, and drop it like is hot! That is why no matter, how much Nita and her friends gone say am taking long long to reform...conform........ a man pats a lady gigaga I gone accept it, even if its lack of respect, and shame on him......but a man pats anothers' gigaga..... I raise hell, right here on earth!
But its the new boy...on row four..... he is been thinking that Mbuyu's from corner is taking him for them free drinks. Now its a wonderful thing to give all the chemicals in the name of alcohol from the den a break, but hii mambo ya kupewa........ kupewa..kupewa....***
Nobody talks about it aloud lest mama Njigs, hear but we all know that he doesnt just use his front well, he uses the one that belongs to the government too, aha..u know..... and not with ka Mrs. no...no ....its with those boyoz he tries to pat, that irks anyone, for ancestors sake the Mbuyus is pure black, body spirit and soul............. we must be living in the days of Revelation, Mama says that, even Aunt Nera...... where things gone go opposite, things will get inverted, backwords.......but rights or no rights, freedom or no freedom, time cannot right a wrong..........., a wrong in the time of Lot...is a wrong in the times of Mbuyuz.......take it or leave it!

Shoro!

That boy from kayole… Musa was here jana, and that is not just the whole story. I already told you, how everyone takes advantage of this place. Look at all those politicians trying to find some holding here in Kibich…….. the latest I heard Nita saying that everyone is going to try and come and vote here. Everyone exploits the poor, not just the rich, everyone, even those who are not so very Rich, and even …just our normal friends. Now bak to Musa he is another one, taking advantage of this place…he is in Exile, he is taking a low profile from Soweto in Kayole, and yesterday I know he thought I didn’t have my ears on those walls, but I did…….and the whole juicy story came out, and to be honest its more of that Monica Lewinsky stra.
Musa fell in love with some Cutie, that is what he said… some Shoro, he couldn’t stop thinkin about after seen the underpants protruding from those so called peddle pushers… what a name..peddle?**!
So he starts to juice up this Shoro, and things went fine because within a minute the Shoro who knew Musa’s roomaate thought it would be nice to know where they live, to Musa’s excitement. Well kwa Keja they went, and after story after story…….well the Chile was like….. I wanted to leave but I will come around later. She left but came bak with her belongings which she claimed she would like to keep round for some while, before evening comes……after her errands. She did come bak, and Musa couldn’t wait to shoot the fireballs from his loins……they got to an agreement,
“why cant you stay the night” told like Michael Bolton , I hear!
Girls falls for this kind of stuff, get mellow..go gi....... ga.. ga.. ga

Well one night stand turned out to be 4 night stand…… the Shoro stuck there, till Musa had to go and plead with his married neighbour to get that lady out, a panel of the plot tentants finally got her out but after giving her fare, to catch the coast bus. The part I did not tell you about is the night she left…….. the Shoro was not only cute… but she had a husband living in Komarock, who had just found out in time that his lovely wife was hooked up with some fire spitting Musa, and Musa had to exit so fast, the only place he knew was here, Safe Haven!

Why cant men get it into their heads, what is it with…Cutie….??? If cutie doesn’t get you into trouble now….. Big Johnny will, Chukua Control!

Lucky Philip Dube- Victims

A post of Silence- Lucky Dube

Sometimes even wordz become scarce, and this are the times am lost, and short of anything to say. He lived codemning the evils of this world through his songs, which touched many, and ironical that he had to die by the hand of a carjacker!!!


Rest in Peace Lucky, for now, sina words.

"Nobody can stop the Message spreading, even when the messanger is gone"



Tomax.

Jua Kali Expo(18-21) K.I.C.C

Jana!

Now yesterday was just one full day...... and when today arrived all I wanted was a breakfast fit for a king, and I know Mandazi za Wambugu are just those kinds that you are sure you can cover your face with and tie it behind your head, but , with the type of day I had........ Wambugu's products did not look like they could live up to the job! Nada!

Let me just sambaza the preview, of what I went thru, this gal, she is Ikanta's neighbour from behind the house, she has been planning to get married......not those church weddings, the exile one; however her boyfriend doesnt live here, so the "boyfie", i like saying that, I got it from Nita, you know the way Nita drops words like they are hot on her lips, but I caught that one before it turned cold. Anyway Nereah's boyfie sent money to buy sofa set, and she had to take them to this place Umoja, that is what they call it...Umoja, so me and Ikanta were going to be the escorters, helping her set house, what I was not told was those houses in Umoja, did not need a well schooled architect to raise them from the ground. If it were not for the fact that Nereah promised us some good return for our sweat, quiting was a lovely word yesterday.......not only were we taking them to Umoja, but that Umoja turned out to be a flat, and Nereah;s place ...3rd floor, no sweat, but tears if the stairs I saw there, those ni mtoto wa stairs, those were in no way stairs......even getting a three legged sit thru, was just Mayhem. How in the Ancestors name would I want to live,........!!! there? To cut the story short it took me, Ikanta, Nereah, and five other men, from that place to help hoist those damn butterflys in the name of seats to Nereah's place, and it did not happen till 7pm at night, I got that 100 shillings alright, but the next time I hear moving house, am remaining right at the doorstep I better watch Aunt Nera's fish than get myself into pit latrines with no exit, am still aching... I mean when i tell you now, it might just seem like am talking, but I wish I could bring Ikanta here, to speak for me, it was terrible, tho i thought we would be finished and we get bak before Aunt Nera goes to the road, but what we saw there, and did, was a story I had to live to tell today.......terrible is an understatement, but here those guys in Umoja say if it was hard to get it up there, then a thief would definately not have a chance bringing it down, a security measure they say......security my head! Who still steals sofas!

Orange craze

It a sumptous morning, one because, am hungry, quite hungry and second because I had to come to the youth centre early, I have a tailoring exam....now my dreams is to maybe become the next fundi frank.
I have no doubt the guy is having some booming business, right now......... look at all the matching happening around you...its the politics e-u-phoria, T-shirts saying this saying that, kenyan style I guess........ and Orange is just the colour to go for........ trust me, if you are into business......keep everything orange aside, its the money milling shilling from today till we get the next Prezzo, so I started collecting orange socks from Toi market, to be real, am collecting anything orange....ties, t-shirts....scarfs........ I am stocking........waiting to hit the Rungu right on the head when it catches fire.
Somebody mentioned that the problem of us slumdwellers is we find certain things to be normal....... but dreaming to be rich is not abnormal is it? I dream, I dream the way Bob Marley dreamt, I dream the way Marcus dream, I dream the way Martin Luther dreamt, and I dream the way... Tomax would......small dreams, in a big world..... that is why I want a piece of this orange....... and the only way I c it is the early I start...the much better!

Off colour

Just that off colour, that is what everyone in the tailoring class heard Father tell the new visitor to the youth centre, off colour. Well she has colour alright, she totally went red when one of the cheeky boys from Room 1, did not shake her hand but kissed it, the British style, and everyone laughed...why, i do not know, but it reminds me how much I love the way people from the West aare courtetous towards women. Its not only proper but I find it to be so right...... I could live with that,... I mean the other day am talking to that boy Wycliff, the one who goes to the university and the next thing he is patting me hard on the back......."....Tap!! tuonane baadaye" A pat is just my way of diluting the whole fist thing, I almost brought bak what I had for breakfast. That was not gentle aaa..aaa....ah, it was like getting a one good slap on your cheek, only that the bakside is more sensitive because it doesnt get the exposure that often.
Anyhow..... they are all biased say them, they cant try hard to be like men from the west, no one is asking them to bleach them bodies, or go for rebirth to become west men, all a woman gobe ask for , that shuld no be big matter is be gentle. Dont roughen up a woman, I know african women are tough, but a little gentleness....goes a long way in softening......any woman. Not by the book one...no...just a little here and there...you have this boyfren who doesnt know where you live expect when he gone need some saliva exchange from you, then he come with excuses that could putoff an undertaker, and he spills them on you just like that. Take for example yesterday after church, I had a date with Mwas, I go sit there by the shop, I stand, I walk around, I come, he no there, I leave for home, then he comes whistling, at 9 in the nyte,...... that is lack of gentleness. I put my Sunday best, I borrow perfume, I wear those tight pointed shoes, I bought in toi market last week,m I stand around like a geek, and he no come in time, now am off colour because somehow i think he is two timing me!!!

How too boot a boyfriend

I hope you are not here, because you really think am gone show you how to boot some guy out of your life, if I knew how, that son of the charcoal would have seen hell sometime ago, not because he is my boyfren no...... he belongs to inkanta. Ikanat insists that that bugger and her they stopped doing it sometime ago, he said his father's business was suffering so he needed some break, well it has been somelong break indeed...... and I kanta almost thought he had left only for him, the other day box that , fellow who seels the roasted maize beside Wambugu's butchery. Now, when a man says he needs a break probably he is getting some, of it somewhere else, which kind of a man needs a break......, probably it wasnt good enough for him to stick around there for long........now he is coming bak to Ikanta again....... the problem is not the presence of the maizeroaster, honestly i know Ikanta she is silent on the outside, but her insides say other things, she says she always dream of getting some better man, some brother who can know how to clear bills before he clears his throat!
So she is embarking on how to get rid of Wanjala.......my advice. sometimes you just got to tell it like it is........drop it like its hot!! A boot is a boot, whether, softly delivered or roughly given... at the end of the day, you still get the boot, Period!!!

Harambee

I find some things amusing, you might not, but surely this one is. I believe in the spirit of Harambee, pulling together, if all the parties involved are willing members that okay. But there is this form of Harambee, that is quite forced, take like yesterday, just like most days that I am coming from town , I get into this Nissan and of course because I didn’t board it from the stage its almost empty except for three guys inside it. Well it can’t go anywhere, until it’s full, and that is where the Harambee starts. If you are inside this matatu there is no much difference between you and the tout. He is seeking; you are seeking, holding your breath just as much as he sees the next passenger’s face looking like the 20 bob shilling. As a passenger inside the matatu you seek because one you are in a hurry, secondly that matatu cannot go anywhere until its full. So you pull together, your prayers that that guy or that old lady looking this way and that way, wants to board the matatu. They don’t look this way and that way for luck of knowledge where the matatu is coming from, or going no...... no they are watching out for the Kanjo, those are the local city council guys, for a long time I thought there mandate was just environmental, but now they have the Harambee project with the traffic police, cross the zebra crossing faster than required, don’t just watch for the crows in blue, mmmhh, watch out for the bim bam in green and yellow hats!!! Tough life, that is why now the Harambee sprit has to flow into everyone, if it sorts you out then its best you help the tout to get that Nissan full before, you get to where you are going, is it forced? I doubt it is in the interest of the parties involved, speaking of that, have you got an sms telling you that: one MP aspiring fellow from your village would like you to attend his Harambee to raise funds for his campaign? Aunt Nera did, how the hell did the fellow get the number, I thought confirmation of your registeration as a voter using your phone, only ended at that now they are following you like ghost, to even help them raise funds........ Anti corruption unit should be given more powers, Aunt Nera says. Harambee, that is acceptable right now is that of , you died in the city and we just have to take you back to ancestral land, its just a must, we don’t need to be reminded of that by our long gone babus!

Terrible times

For some people that I have heard of, lack of electricity is just disaster enough to make sure that the man with the top post doesnt sleep at all. That might be disaster for you. Or even a blocked sewer, you know, it affects everything especially the ministry of stomach affairs, that is well understandable. But disaster here, is when its that time of the month when you have to fish out 7 dollars to pay rent. Amazing! Shocking! I know all those beads of truths, mixed with lies that the outsiders say about us, like the other day, that TV guy was here, covering a story on the rich poor. Rich poor doesnt exist in the dictionary, the last time i checked. I know all about those aerials that they see sky rocketing around here, I know about all that, but still 7 dollars, it is....disastrous.......... It will make anyone go for those special holidays the likes of Mungitu at the corner stage call holiday, we call it going for exile. That means you take a french leave, like you are going to the shops, which doesnt leave you much room to carry out the necessary stuff, after that you go underground just for a while making sure to pop uo in strategic points to the sight of the people whom you know are the local journalist we call them, they will definately Break the News. The point in all this, is to let anyone who matters to know, you are stilll within, they cant get to you, but neither are you dead,....then when the landlord cools down because he difinately will, he is used to that fracas..anyway, you pop out....... and the first thing is to deny if you were ever around, the ones who saw you, waliona zao, the real explanation is that those boys in blue just handcuffed you a few metres from the plot, and you had to be hosted by the local urine hole in the name of a cell for the last few days. You are definately going to pay the rent once you get your ID back because the mhindi in Inda promised you , ubaruch come Monday............, now that is what I call classic disaster management!

10th October....that day!

Enjoy the Holiday........and keep it theatre, coz i worshiply do, its my second love, the first ...mmmmh.................................maybe the Ghetoo....Ha...has...ha

Lep

Waiting in vain

Everyone has been waiting, for Adith's baby to arrive.....Adith is the vision that God must have had for a woman in body curvature. First she has that gap between her teeth, awesome, magnificent, just beautiful. The she is not too fat, nor too thin. She is just pretty, she is absolutely something, everyone knows that. But that is not why we all wait to see her baby, of course the baby will be something too, a tear off a pretty dress, thats what i call it.

We all waiting because so far, whoever that baby will be, it has 5 potential fathers! I have scartched my head over this , how on my gran ma grave does anyone have five men all thinking that they are the father to some baby! Beats my thinktank, the intellectuals, say...it beats logic, but not those five men, well they have never met anyway but us, we know because we see them, then we hear what Adith says, but we also cant tell. One thing about the Ghetto, that I always have to remind you is that here we are family. If it helps one of us, yes we will rip you off, if it protects one of us we will be defensive, if there is a chance one of us is going to get to the other side of the fence, get rich you know, we know he will keep this place in his heart as home, its just the way it is, the rule were made long long time, no one revises them, you just catch the drift. Take that Adith boyfriend abroad, he has been sending money every month,....becoz the baby is his......oh well if he has enough money to share around, why cant it come to Adith, surely there is no crime in that? Ok that is just the first one the second guy, he comes from Eastlando's that is what they brag about, we like him becoz he can relate to life in this neighbourhood, he is also young, husstling, that is his occupation......no harm he can be the father too, he is lost for all I know, with some big illusions in life. Pete is his name, so we just call him Tosh. Brandon is the campus guy, he is in campo.....he is quite some guy, has all the accesories in the right place, some CAT shoes, the bling bling, comes around calling Adith his baby's ma, may...be... may....not! Be a father or dye trying!! The prince charming, the corporate jamaa, gentle is his trade mark, nice to the point of pain, drives a car alright, and is damn sure he is the the prince in shining armour, saving poor Rampanzel from the high tower of poverty, who said been poor is a curse, we get by...that is not poor, he thinks it is, he has some soory a** if you ask me. The last of the famous five that I know of is our very own Marcus. Own becoz he just lives around but near the prisons, our own becoz most of the girls here saw him grow up playing kalosh..... and the women folk. they know him....... he must have been banging Adith, but for all we know of all those well to do girls he had had been bringing in the hood, he is a hit and run case, However this time, IF Adith baby is his he can be sure, this time round it cant be a hit and run, it will be a hit and stay, because in the hood only outsiders are alien, the insyders, are family, you dont run out on family, its not acceptable!!

Agwas...coming

Couldnt make it yesterday, where would you have expected me to be...no where but in the presence of Agwas. In our neighbourhood, Agwas holds a special place in our hearts, he is the true son of the people who live here, sometimes people exxagerate how much we love this son of the soil, but Agwas he is......and there is no changing his status in the lives of the people here. I came here, and found he was not just Agwas, that was him from a distance, here he was a son, an uncle, a brother...he was just about everything, and we all knew him, we all were somehow related to him, that is why it is not big news for us to expect too much of him. Blood is thicker than water, the white butterfly whispered, and the black one knows it too, that is why when he enters the shrine we would expect not to be charged rent here, we would expect to eat, to live , to have less worries because he is our son, sons dont let their families die of hunger or, sleep in the rain....they do what is right according to their families, that is why we still expect so much from him.

sometimes I think its too much, if not now, maybe in the future it will be , but Aunt Nera and even her fellow women in the merry go round, they agree Agwas has come to save them, that is why for the whole family yesterday we just had to go for an outing at the park. Lunch or no lunch, and breakfast too we had to forgo that too, if only we could be the first ones to arrrive at the park. To count a million ants is tedious, that is why I cant bother to tell you how many of us were there, Ikanta is better than me in numbers, but she couldnt arrive at the figure, so ...you guess it. I can speak much no...no...with all the shouting I did!! So now we are just waitting..... for the rest...when Agwas finally gets it, even Aunt Nera wont sell fish no more, it would be like been in Zion, no more crying there, that is what Ras Kimo said, it will be like Babylon gon come down, and on the hill we shall be eating of the green pastures......

am not sure about what he say among all the quick talking he does, but sometimes my mind goes confused.......are they talking about Jesus, or what!!!

Show?

I got to be loosing my head, becoz it has been spinning round and round, reminds me of gran-ma alot, this one from Pa's side, but Pa's other mother, the one who shared the same pot with Pa's true mama. She was a christian alright, but she could spin the chakula uji, you might not know that, its the truer version of Busaa, you get the maize all springing out the young one, ferment it, roast it, and spin it, and Gran-ma just had the touch that could put Michael Power in doubts about his famous products, am not sure becoz i never tasted but from all those Gran-pas friends, I know she did it the best. What bring a smile to me mouth, is those moments when she would catch me stealing the fermented, maize, I mean you mix it with honey and ...there you go...some good protein, she would always insist that I would give birth to staggering babies, if I eat it, but you know Gran-ma could just say anything, and I would just do anything and get away with it, I miss her so!

Bak to this spinning, I have been sitting on that stone near Ikanta's house, counting and reading all the school buses that have paased through here. Its the SHOW I hear, so them schools bring them here. Must have gone to village schools coz, I know see a bus that the former Toro- promised us, we sang for him......all the way at the roadside though it was a whole day's walk to the road from the village, and we never before had seen motorcade. We sang like the Good Lord himself was coming down, and went bak to school hungry , but the bus was going to come, ileft it never came! So am counting the buses, Ikanta say we should plan to go to the show, big cows are always there....... city people always amaze me.....my fathers boma, has cows, they eat their grass by the lakeside, if I want to see a fat cow, Pa has cows. Sometimes I think Ikanta thinks am very shorthanded about the things that happen here, well she is better than Nita, atleast she weighs my opinions well, but she has to tell me whatelse me gone found in that show. Coz all i av seen is them buses with them scholl children pass...pass...pass.........but I will consider it...i mean going to the show, for some fat cows observation.

Well the mood here is glorious, Bobo's likes have started doing there rounds........ i know Nita and all her coffee....prestige, Aunt Nera and her Soya....me I just like anything goes.......but the likes of Bobo, sometimes i even think Bobo never brushes his teeth, he surely swallows down that bitter stuff, says since he started using it, he doesnt remember the last time he saw himself down with Malaria. Malaria or no malaria, his bones are protuding,, his eyes bulge out, his mouth is cracked, he has kaukad, but one man's meat is another man's stone, and Bobo's Friday is always the same, Drop it like its hot, Down with the Liquor, Top the dessert, And sleep like a log, the next day........and the weekend continues...........

Sexy Back

This crazy stuff...that i talked about jana...mmmh the madness is not just all over , i here its all over the city too....oh you know what with everyone wanting to get their sexy bak. Now that is something that wife of Bobo should think about I mean that woman is not just blessed with african feminist features at the right places but also in the unforbidden places. She is swollen alright, and that, even a virgin eye would know, is not been fat. The mills ...the rumour one, are sure making their rounds, first it all started with Mama mboga saying, that Bobo's wife must be using, u know the speed governor to the babymaking machine, why in the ancestors name would she get blown up because of that? Their theory went on to predict maybe she came when she was two, her and something inside, I mean she never knew Bobo before that witch of Bobo's stepmother brought her around. Well it didnt stop at that, the type of speedgovernor that she would be using was intensly discussed, you know it could be those tiny winy implants you see them women have on their arms, or that wire that guards the goal post in the upper street, or she could be swallowing those flashy coloured pills, that are good at bringing about babies in sets.

But it could have been left at that if it were not for the nosy nurse, in the shabby clinic where almost every other gal in the alley has been too, wonder why she chose that profession, she cant keep her beak never shut no, and if there is any gentleness in her, only the devil himself could be questioned, coz no human knows. She drops that stupid imagination of hers, that that type of swolllen could only be brought about by Andila! Now that is something even I was arrogance of, Andila is the new name of ARV...mmmmmh. She said you take them you get swolllen just like that, only unique eyes like hers and not the stupid, ignorant eyes of the slum women could catch on that!!! Now that made their jaws drop so....o....o..o first, and the silence....like death. Its not an area, they would like to go to. Here in the slum we know its there, its the silent death, you know you have not seen mama Deno for a while because she has been lying in her darklit mudhouse for a while now, and his young sons coming once in a while from there ubaruch, and their Dad had left some while ago....and we only wait, to take her to the morgue once she is gone. The good thing is because we know its here, we dont run away from those who have it, no matter how they look, you would fetch water for them, the same women folk no matter how they gossip, they would always continue to do that with them, because if poverty is not hitting you, a car doesnt kill you, a husband gives you 10 children and leaves, the strength of the woman living in a slum is her women folk. It doesnt matter, the fights, business rivalry, kuchimbiana, wivu, uzushi, what counts the most is when you are down on your knees, these women they forget all this,whether you were in the same merrygo round or not, women here, in a wierd way, funny sort of way, incomprehensible way, always stand up for their own, its the ghetto life!

And Bobo's wife, is no weight watcher, I doubt if she even knows about this sexy bak obsession, whatever it is....right now she is the grease, of the rumourmill!

Loosing weight

There must be some obssesions around this place that only Ikanta and I dont notice, Those mean friends of Nita never eat no nothing, and all in the name of wanting to look like some self starved darfur camp inhabitant. Its all right, when there is nothing to eat, but I can tell you one thing no matter how this place looks like from outside....... there is always food here. We can eat chicken as much as we want, though the one that are fried by the roadside, its only the heads, sometimes they do like vulture heads, but i know they do taste like chicken, and they are yummmy. If you book at Mama nguruwe, oh she is the one that usually fries the pork pieces one piece and a slice of ugali , you are done for the night, not to mention what Aunt Nera sells the fish fillets, fried, crunchy, browned....Why in the hell would anyone want to pretend they are dying of hunger. Its already enough we have to contend with lack of good toilets, I mean this city people are just something, even digging the pit latrine is a no go. Nobody even wants to hear of that...but I can tell you those communual latrines I saw at the other end of Toi market...I would rather drop my by products down the tup tup
This obssesion is not just with Nita, the other day am standing in for Aunt Nera at the fish stand by the road, then comes this lady with probably her boyfriend, they were holding hands and all, u know the nairobi style that is what i hear, and she ask for some fish, am wrapping it and all, then she goes...which type of fat did you use, i point at the karai, its all black and all, greasy too, she sneers, ask why we dont use no no liquid fat, i say we gone use it when that one clears, she fets about it, squezes the fish this way that way, to see some fat getting out of it, the fish no live in dry land, fish lives in water, and thin fish are hard to come by, i know for sure. That man just stands there, and i am waiting for my money becoz, i wrapped the fish anyway. Then she says she will only take it becoz its white meat,Ha!!! My Foot!
White meat or green, fat liquid or gas, I have passed by those places they call kenchic and you can be sure the smell I get from them damn hot fans, is of recyled, redone,greasy chickens, since when did deep fried chicken become roasted chicken....the lies people are sold in this town, amazes me, and the next thing is they are dieting, while on the other hand filling up the same places fat gone loose from them body. That Nita never even touch the bitter vegetable that Aunt Nera loves so much....says she eats gorget, shushamber, I think she eats there tough names, fat or big....am not downing my appetite for some self starved lifestlyle, am gonna eat them fried chickens,them fried fish, them bitter herbs, them matoke, name it, and my heart will still be strong, If them dont need hips, am african, hips describe me!!!!