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Monday, August 9, 2010

I think i still love my ex part 2

The last time i wrote part 1, i was confused and did not know how to handle the challenge so unexpectedly thrown at my feet. But the days that followed were marked by intense reflection and the pursuit of clarity where confusion was rampant. It was not easy but I am not one who is easily dissuaded by hurdles or hardships. Yes when a path gets tough it is important to turn inwards and question one self on what is truly important. In this regard I came to learn that in this life, actions speaks louder than words. So when people use certain words to create a certain perspective and employ different actions that are contrary to those words, then the only conclusion that one can make is pure insincerity. Therefore when such a contradiction exist, it is important that we chose to consider what the actions imply rather than what the words convey. Secondly, never make anyone a priority when they just take you as just an option. This is because those people who truly love you will ensure that they make you feel loved, wanted and mostly valued. If you find that the only thing keeping that relationship moving is you, it is time to sit back and ask your self "is this real." The other so called better half never calls, always too busy for you and still has the gut to lie to you that your important to them. Pleaseee, open your eyes people thats pure crap. Thirdly never believe that you love anyone too much to let them go, I,m here to tell you that it is not true. No one is more important to your life that you'd rather be unhappy with them rather than not leave and give yourself the chance to seek real happiness. Sometimes when you allow yourself to move on, you may find that what you thought was beautiful was just a mirage formed out of enslaving of one's will due to infatuation and delusion. As time goes by we will continue with discussion but for now I have decided to follow a path of singleness in order to pursue autonomous reflection in order to make better choices.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

-The new constituion

After so many decades of being governed with a colonial document, we have spoken. But that is an understatement since the whole of Kenya has roared their acceptance of the proposed new constitution. What does it mean for me? Nothing in the short run but i feel that in the grand scheme of things, this new document offers me countless opportunities not only to achieve my dreams but also chart a clear path towards the realization of my ambitions. There are things that I will mis about the referendum campaigns. first I will miss seeing two great rivals abandoning their rivalry and pitching camp together in support of this document. Their acts have brought unity to Kenya and helped overcome some suspicions between two of the most prominent tribes in Kenya. I will mis Mutahi Ngunyi's outrageous commentaries in his bid to stop the ratification of the constitution. The fellow was so radical that the publisher gave him the axe before the poor guy could be hauled to court for incitement. Word to nation management, we need him back or im leading a boycott of the Sunday nation. Kenyans again showed the world how mature they are and refused to engage in acts of violence and thuggery against their fellow country men. I hope that politicians will read the mood and appreciate that Kenyans are not willing to be taken for a ride and that it is time they walked the talk before we usher them out.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Taking a trip down memory lane..,.

There are unique memories that draw an individual into nostalgia and yearning for a time long past. Sometimes when life knocks you down and everything seems to loose meaning we find ourselves remembering the past, reliving those moments that made us feel alive. For those moments exist when small people feel big and those who are ordinary believe themselves to be super. Today is such a day for me and I cant stop myself from walking down that lane, stealing some measure of happiness from moments of old when my heart had swelled with happiness and all my dreams had seemed so easy to fulfill. I remember Lilian my first love and the beautiful lesson she taught me. To her credit she made me a believer in what i had believed to be just a myth, love. She made me learn that life is too short and that we must learn to live for the moment and that in our mortality, there can be no room for fear or worry. Died so young my love your memory always a source of strength in times of sorrow, fear or worry. RIP dear, may fate allow us to meet in a better place. Dam now im too sad to continue such a paradox life, for happiness to be sadness is inescapable.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

i think i still love my ex part 1

This is the story of the unending saga of me and my ex. However to expound on our long and tumultuous relationship will be stressful and even boring to many. However one thing is clear, this is the one woman who weaseled into my life and stole my heart just like that. To my credit it was she who decided so long ago that she had to have me and relentlessly pursued me despite my several efforts to avoid being boxed. I failed and in the process allowed myself to fall for a woman who my whole being told me to run away from, fast. For over 2 years we had that kind of bittersweet relationship that brought both smiles n heartache to my simple life. Now this girl was hot, the kind that men on the street would stand and stare when we passed. Shock on me when we started communicating again and the woman just literally took my breath away. What!!!!! The woman looks everything a man can want, beautiful sexy and my God, the booty. Add class and well shes the kind of gal models are envious of. Funny thing is the gal is trying to convince me that shes tired of dating her boyfy coz according to her the guy is boring and unexciting. Shes planning to leave him. Yeah right like i believe her. This dude is a doctor come government rep who is a multi millionaire, mansion and several cars. So why would she wants to leave all that for a simple pauper like myself, my point is she wouldn't. Or would she, that my people is for the good lord to know and for us to speculate. I got to admit that being around her is an experience like no other. She makes life move from ordinary to amazing from dullness to fairy tale. And I always curse the day life brought her to my life and in guise of an angel turned out to be a thief who dint deserve the jewel the good lord placed somewhere round my chest. I dont know how this story ends but I hope for my sake that it is not in the hands of this misplaced beauty queen.

Monday, July 19, 2010

my birthday weekend

I will remember this particular birthday for a reason i cant disclose because well i wont. All i can say is that i hope it dont kam bak to bite me in the ass but for what it was worth, it was memorable. i had not been planning to do any partying that weekend until i got a call from mt pal anto. he informed me that his pal had a bday bash in l a n i was invited to attend. He then reminded me that i was expected to kam wit a date n most importantly an empty stomach. he picked us up at wilson airport and together with others proceded to the party vnue in some posh estate in l a. The food was awesome and needless to say i loaded a gud portion of it into my plate making sure to avoid the spicy meals. The only problem is that my teeth are way to weak n hence had to keep away from the huge basin containing the nyam chom, damn si it looked so appetizing. After meal it was time for booze and needless to say it did not disappoint. Kudos to the hosts because being aware of my ulcer problem they had taken the effort of buying some white wine for me a cool 5 litre cask and another one just incase i finished the other one. needless to say i dint even get halfway and i forgot to carry it with me when i left. For the ladies the zappa was more than the h2o in the house and by 11 mst ladies were drunk as......The boys had enough viceroys and ritchots to keep them company and needless to say only i was sober after some time. We decided that its time for the after party and midnyt and we made our way to town for some shaky legy. As luck would have it we got a puncture at the uhuru roundabout and it was left to the sober me to turn the jack n damn si that vehicle was heavy especially since some ldies refused to step out. But we finally made it to town where we danced as if possesed by some musical demons. With the lords grace we made it back home to catch some well deserved sleep and while the rest headed to reminisce on snday for more alcohol, i made my way home. Cant wait for next year to see what the cat will drag home. PS. thanks for you all who wished me bday wishes.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

A cry for help

I feel like i'm falling down a deep ravine and i am helpless to stop myself from crashing to my death in the ragged rocks that form the base. I am walking in a forest of confusion and the trees are shadows that haunt my clarity, preventing me from seeing further. Migraines have become my constant companion reminding me that though i try to run from my present reality i cannot hide. for the bushes disappear when i seek refuge and the holes and caves spew me out when i demand asylum in their dark depths. And in the true fashion of a lost rock star i walk literary and metaphorically in a boulevard of broken dreams. So to hope i call out to you and i open my heart so u might enter freely. To dreams i cry out to you so you might consume me and give me the ambition to conquer. To clarity i demand that you be a light guiding me out of this haunted forest of confusion. To God i beg you so might send me a helper to give me the faith to carry on when everything else feels so meaningless. To my friends i seek you out so you might be a pillar in the construction of a house that is my future. I only pray that there are genuine friends out there and that in my time of need, you will be my solace and strength. In my time of confusion you will be logic and reason. And in my time of success, you will be there to share with me the fruits of our fellowship.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Prodigal son returns 2

For those who remember last time i had the privilege to attempt displaying literal prowess in a bid to cause readers to find enjoyment in the perusal of my daily blog endeavors; i was talking of the demise of our beloved dog bruce. Our other dogs are just as an important part of our home scenario and without these graceful hounds, the panorama would not be the same. There is courage ironicaly named after courage the cowardly dog. For those who dint have the pleasure of watching this cartoon, courage was a dog who was scared even of his own shadow. There is nothing cowardly about our courage and it goes without mention that the offspring of this wonderful creature are as fearsome as the mother. Our other dog goes by the name Smooth and I have no idea why my small niece deemed in her limited intelligence to name him so. His brother has grabbed the name tusker and it is important to note that again, this name was assigned him by her grace, the great oracle. It is the divine reserve of this oracle, my niece, to assign names to all creatures that inhabit the muraya home. Other animals that have been blessed with names by her grace includes our cow Susan and the young bull Abdalla. But enough with the oracle and her animals, lets get back to my home return. I have finally been able to avoid all work by employing the efforts of a certain distant cousing whos work is to come in the morning and deal with all works that require my attention. My mother calls me lazy i call my self an anthropologist who have deemed it important to share the little i have with this illustrious chap. My work therefore is to ensure that there is a hot meal ready for him when he is done and it would be wise dear reader not to trouble your burdened minds with trying to decipher the source of this meal. I have been trying so hard to finally settle down and watch the many series that i brought with me but sadly i have failed.

Monday, July 12, 2010

temptations part 1

Its so cold and my mind is trying hard to find a way to shut out this damned cold. My sister washed my clothes today and in the process cleaned all my sweaters and hence I'm in my room cold to the bone. For those who like my pal soni is holed up in the warm coast, I am in my crib in bana and its freezing here in the highlands. It is at this time that i find myself thinking about the many temptations that we have to fight even s this cold urges us to indulge. Presently i find myself thinking about her, but i do not know exactly what parts of my anatomy those thoughts are more pronounced. I'm thinking of a lot of things about her and still, some parts of me are resisting the temptation to do so. But the softness of her lips lingers and i try so hard to decipher whether it is a real memory or a creation of my chilled imagination. I remember her whispers as her warm breath warmed the nape of my neck and sent heavenly shivers through my whole system. Oh how i mis those shivers, the heat as my blood rushes through my body in an eternal dance of passion as a celebration of such divine beauty. I remember those eyes as they bore into mine, locked in a dance of defiance and challenge as the fingers reach to my shirt buttons. The tendernes as those dainty hands trace the outline of my toned chest waking up a fire that can consume not just the touched but also the gentle aggressor...I close my eyes and I let her become my master. I am loosing this fight, slowly but surely and I know i must stop but, down the fingers go. My mind is confused trying to sort out btw reality and dream, fantasy and romance....I hope for my sake that it is only a fragment of my imagination for I am weak and if i fall, there is no hope for recovery. My hands reach out behind her, pulling her closer letting her pefect body warm mine and the mutual desire so strong like a fan over a charcoal fire. The cold satrts to recede and I feel as one possessed trying so hard to control my movements but alas, my limbs move with a life of their own. I watch paralyzed as my hands trace the length of her back slowly but resolutely stopping at her tiny waist. Some one any one stop me if this is real but if Im'm in blessed dream halt at the door and let my night of sleepy passion continue unabated.

I love series

There are many things that appeal to the hearts of mortal men. Some are righteous while many are downright evil, sometimes not as much but simply humanly sinful. I have many weaknesses and I would love to share them but this particular blog is dedicated to series. Movies are good but my heart simply goes gaga over a good series. For movies i prefer to wait for mega blockbusters like clash of the titans and i head over to numetro for a real theater experience. I love comedies but more than that i love epic series that are full of lies and fiction. Yap my policy is since all acting is lying or make belief the more the lies the better the series. Plus im in love with mid evil times and I love all those series that strive so hard to portray the beauty and chaos that was so imminent during these perilous times of human development. The following is a list of my current top 10 series and i hope that it will be a reflection of my undying love for this long works of film. 1. Supernatural 2. legend of the seeker 3. spartacus 4.How i met your mother 5. 2 n half men 6. House 7. merlin 8. calirfonication. 9. kyle xy 10. big bang theory. There are many others but for now let me limit that list to 10. I would greatyly love to hear your choice and if you favor me with attending to this blog, leave me your list after you finish. Thank you, fellow series lover.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

The prodigal son returns episode 1

It has been so long since last i stayed at home. It feels truly like the prodigal son coming finally home and surprisingly, it feels so damn good. There are many reasons why iv always found it better and easier to live anywhere else but home. I love my family and would love to always be near them but the reality of life makes it hard to indulge in such fatalistic tendencies. First in line is the fierce dogs at home ad the neighbors who take such pleasure at tormenting me every time i have the audacity to come home late. There is a good reason why our dogs would do this to me but i find that the neighbors are simply sadistic or have conspired with ours to make my nyt life miserable. When our dogs are young i have tendency to feed them their faeces when they excrete outside my house to teach them good manners. ironically i have learned that unlike children dogs have a long memory and they in turn make it their life goals to torment me every chance they get.. ...picture 5 monster dogs breathing down at your heels letting you know that they can bite you anytime they choose and nothing you can do about it....our dogs have funny if not nice names depending on they hound personalities. there is Bruce which sadly have passed on and named so since he was the most vicious dog to ever grace our home, now this dog has to its credit over 10 bites and have single handedly thwarted several robbery attempts. So nasty was this dog that the neighbors who so love to trespass on our property hatched a diabolical scheme and poisoned him.RIP mighty one, may you forever guard the gates of heaven from the likes of one ken kioi.Then there is.......