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!!!!