We’re just seated here speaking in turns. It’s a lively pastiche of conversation on anything that doesn’t make sense. Sort of ‘Where on earth did you get Syphillis?‘ and other stories. False stories. The ladies are in the kitchen. Where they supposedly belong. Where the knives are kept. Dangerous creatures they are. They’re rolling the … More It’s the caffeine fix
If you’ve been longing for something more than plum jam on your breakfast rolls in the mornings; I think traffic jams in a Nairobi nganya would be a bemusing experience. It’s always your attitude, remember? Today, like many other days, I got that real firsthand experience on that macabre Nairobian morning ritual – traffic jam. … More Morning traffic ritual … a relish?
Yeah, this is the most stupid post inspired by the video on your right. But what happens to us in the shower? Or is it just me? If they tell you I’ve gone berserk, please present these shower-tweets to the doc!
I think human memory is quirky, complicated, and unreliable. I have a problem with socks. I never remember what, where, why and how. They’re always an odd number; meaning there’s always a pair that misplaced the wifey or hubby. Yet, where do all the missing socks go? Sometimes, in my life, I have this feeling that I’d like to go there and stay there forever. I … More Where do all the missing socks go?
It is these little pieces of interruptions called ‘growth’ that actually spoil childhood. You remember those days when you told someone you loved them and really meant it? That age. That’s when one plus one was plainly two and there was nothing to hide about that. Then, the glass was really not half empty, neither was it half full. You just broke the glass. … More WildVentures with kids …
Like in all pleasures, the same style is boring. I always spice up my evening liturgy; you don’t have to shower the same way every day. … More Showergasm
Trust a dude to go any lengths to get what he wants. … More Are men … ‘woof’?
Diary entry April 30: Before actions spoke louder than words – maybe when Zinjathropus was hanging out with her cool, recently evolved Australopithecus boyfie – i wouldn’t ponder hard over this man who noisily slams his right knuckle into his left palm before engaging in demeaning throat slashing gestures when i pass by his mobile … More You are what you eat, remember?
I now believe cats dream they’re humans. I mean, the way you dream you are the princess and I’m the knight in shining armor. Yeah. Or how do they just blurt out those human baby wails in these wee hours? It must be some real drama outside my crib; call it “The Purrfect Show”. I … More Cats and humans
When someone says the phrase “your worst nightmare”, I automatically conjure an image of my phone falling into the toilet. Yet that really isn’t the worst. You’re busy blowing your rusty trumpet to a chiq in that high-end hole where you normally ditch ‘the brothers’ and hibernate to when something oils your wallet or salary … More Of loudmouthed mobile phone prattlers.