Ama ni ke-roh-roh?

Did you know that.......

Well I've been tagged by mama shady but I dint get to know till yesterday and from that time I've just been pondering what to reveal about myself without compromising this anonymity that I really enjoy. This tagging idea isn't so bad though. It's shaken me out of a serious block and forced me to examine myself. I too have learnt a few things about myself! Well here goes.

1. Am the happy go lucky type. I generally take things easy and wonder at peeps who treat everything and anything as a matter of life and death. Not that I cant be serious. I can be when need be. Am also a party animal.

2. Therefore I like music and dancing. In public. I like old school though cos like Kirima, am much older than most of you guys. I hate songs like "leo niko kwa kejaaaa......." What's that now?

3. I work in a bank but I've learnt that bankers are the most miserable lot in town. I plan to do a post on that sometime.

4. I am not a passionate football fan like some of my Man U friends therefore I support Chelsea.

5. Big boobs turn me on. Kwanza if there's a cleavage to see I go aaaaaaauuuuuuiiiii! I once almost shagged a cousin cos she had a humongous breast. Ironically, my madam's are on the smaller side. Her other qualities far outweigh that particular shortcoming.

6. I eat anything so long as it's not poisonous. I guess if you applied some margarine on an iron bar, I could struggle with that too.

7. Lastly (phew!) my father died when I was 28 and I was brought up by my wife.

Now, at this late stage seems everybody I could tag is already tagged! Dont know how serious a breach it will be but I'll pass that one for next time. Now back to the blockosphere.

Rock rocks!

I am not an avid fan of rock but for those rock lovers in Nai, 105.5 FM is playing uninterrupted rock 24/7. Not a word from the presenters, no news, no commercials, no time check.Just marathon rock sessions from morn to morn. Check it out.

Thieves cause Domez

The aaa day (Kenyanspeak, hello KC?) a friend asked me to drop him at Nairobi West on my way home. While we are on Uhuru Highway I receive a call and when am thru with the call I place the cellphone just next to the gear stick.Now this call has made it necessary for me to go to Uhunyee. So I drop my friend at Nyayo and take the Indaa route to Jogoo road.

When my buddy alights, I forget to roll his window back up. It's one of these humid afternoons so I'm enjoying the kabreeze. Traffic is somewhat slow.

Now you know where my phone is, you know a window is open, so you know what's about to happen.

Only you dont know how.

When I get to the rise just before City Stadium, traffic is real slow. Suddenly, a man appears outside on my side, gesturing and shouting at me. He's not saying anything that makes sense, just making incoherent noises. Loudly. Then I sense a movement on my left. Turning, I see another man, head and shoulders inside the car reaching for the phone. WTF? I am so startled I freeze. The MF grabs my phone, joins his buddy on the other side and together they ran off towards some godowns opposite. All this happens in just a few seconds.

I am so mad.

Not because of the loss. Hell, phones are cheap nowadays. It's the manner in which I lost it. I mean, how can I fall for such a cheap trick? I feel stupid. Real stupid. And it's not like I havent heard of it. I have. Damn.

And that's not all. These guys aren't through with me. They are yet to inflict more damage. Normally thieves will remove the sim card and discard it. These idiots dont.

They are receiving my calls and answering them!

Callers are being told, "This guy left this phone on a charger here" Mara, "This guy's gone to the loo" and immediately disconnect.

Then Mama Junior calls. Just a routine call to find out what time I'm likely to be home, seeing as it's a Furahi Day. She's told, "This guy? This guy's just left with another chick to go upstairs" and they disconnect.

Do you hear?

Upstairs. With a chick. What would you think? And you know how women are.

Luckily, later on I borrow a buddy's phone and call Mama Junior. The moment she realises it's me, she's screaming, "Wewe! Why is your phone being answered by your friends? And who is this chick you are upstairs with?"

WTF?

Of course I have no idea what she's talking about. When she's slowed down enough for me to get in a word I coolly inform her that I lost my phone earlier in the evening and she was most probably talking to the new owners who were either malicious or mischievious or both.

So you see, I managed to avert a disaster. Major domez. Those fools!

Kupigiana Bomb!

Aigiasi (Metho) alitupiga challenge tuchore post za kisheng na mi staki kuchelewa kufanya hivo. Sasa ya mine ndio hii. Twende kazi.

Life ya mtaani ni interesting to death. Machalii hupigiana mabomb, kusetiana, kurushana mamanzi na visanga mob.

Paliwaga huu msee anaitwa Exmegu. Huitwa hivo juu yee aliwaga karao masiku zake before, wakapiga mission ikabackfire akatupwa nje ya force. Saa siku hizi ni dere wa mathrii lakini aliwaga konkodi kwanza kabla apigwe jeki akawa dere.

Juzi Exmegu ametokea mtaani na tumanzi tuwili wee! Tusupuu mbaya. Si unajua tu stori za watu wa mathrii? Kumendea tumanzi tuwadhii. Tumanzi tufupi alafu tumekuvalia zile mahipster za kuua mzee. Kamoja kamedandia Exmegu kwa mkono. Exmegu anajiskia ovyo. Wakaingia baesa moja ya mtaa wakapanda upstairs.

Kumbe hapa down kuna jamaa wawili wamebariz, wanapiga mabale zao mdogo tu. Mmoja ni Morioh na mwingine ni Kize. Morioh yuko juu ya kaveve mbaya. Taksin ni kaa ball ya golf. Ametafuna mpaka mshipa imetokea hapo juu kando ya macho ni kaa itapasuka. Wamecheki Exmegu na tumanzi, wakaangaliana wakapigana gota. Baaas. Wameblow.

Morioh akaamka spidi, akaenda baesa na usuko manyum, akatema ile veve, akaitisha mawode. Akaosha mdomo fiti, matoothpick kwa sana. Hajui kaa huto tumanzi ni twa mtaa ama ni tumbabi. Mababi hawapendi veve.

Sasa akapanda upstairs aka kuta Exmegu saa io ndio wameletewa keroro.

Morioh, "Sasa Exmegu ni aje?
Exmegu, " Ah Morioh, vopo? Si upoe down? Bamba ile seat. Salimia hawa mabeste wa mine. Huyu ni Shiroh (Saa Shiroh?), na huyu ni Wairish (Ni aje Wairish?)". Morioh akapoa. Exmegu hajui ni kaa kuita chui kati kati ya senge.

Morioh bila kuzubaa ashawaitishia keroro ingine. Akapigia Kize mobile hapo chini, " Wee kize si ukam na hiyo drink yetu? Kuja tupoe hapa na Exmegu". Kize akapanda. Amebeba mzinga ile soo ya Viceroy. 750 mils mzee.

Wakapiga piga stori. Morioh ako na bidii ya kuitisha. Kidogo ashaitisha rao kaa tatu. Exmegu akaanza kushindwa eeh, ni aje? Hawa wasee wako na mepu nini? Hata tumanzi tumeanza kuskiza stori za Morioh na Kize zaidi. Na Exmegu ameanza kuskia yuko drinks kias.

Kidogo Morioh akachomoa bahasha akampa Wairish. Akamshow, " Hebu nishkie hii baasha."
Wairish aka muuliza, "Ni ya?" Morioh akamshow, "Ah wee nishkie. Kuna cuzo wa mine nimeona akikam na akiniona na chapaa yee unisumbua vibaya sana". Wairish kucheki ile burungo, imejaa machapaa. Ngiri kaa mbao na upuzi. Akasema, "Sawa, lakini usisahau". Morioh anataka tumanzi tujue yee anaso. Actually Morioh na Kize ni mapedla wa madregi, mataptap na maboza. Wamekungaria to death. Kutoka juu mpaka chini madesigner. Na mabling? Wachanna Prezzo.

Exmegu akaingiza njeve. Kumethoka.

Stori na rao zingine. Shiroh sasa ata ashawachilia mkono ya Exmegu. Kidogo Kize akaita Exmegu. "Na Exmegu wacha nikuulizeee, ile kisanga ulimaliza?"
"Ati?"
"Ile kisanga ya juzi tulikutoa karao"
"Wee Kize umechizi nini? Unaongea juu ya nini?"
"Wacha kujifanya Exmegu. Morioh, si huu msee tulimchangia ngiri mbao juzi atoke Buuru karao?"
Morioh akasema, "Eeeh huu chalii alipiga manzi hapa ni kaa anamada nyoka bana. Manzi akajaza P3, Exmegu ndani."

Tumanzi tunacheki Exmegu tumepanua mdomo hatuamini.

Exmegu akasimama. Amejam vibaya mpaka mshipa ya shingo inashow. "Yaani Morioh mmekuja hapa na hio design? Wacheni wazimu! Shiroh, Wairish tuishieni wachaneni na hawa machizi!"
Tumanzi hatubanduki mzee. Tukasema na chorus, "Ah ah mi siendi!"

Mambo ya Exmegu iliishia hapo. Anyway mwishowe alichomoka akarusha mkono akawashow, "Baas, Morioh, Kize, kaeni nao! Hata kwanza ni makuro! Makuro wa mtaa hata sina haja!"

Akaishia.

Maisha ya mtaani ni tamu. To death.

Part mbee. Kusetiana. Uma njaro.

We have new money!

The way I see it, we have an alternate currency to transact with.

The launch of the new money transfer service by Safaricom (M-Pesa) goes beyond just sending money to folks in shags. The service effectively transforms my mobile handset into a wallet in which I can store money and from which I can pay for goods and services.

If my local butcher has a mobile phone, what's to prevent me "m-pesaring" him with two reds in exchange for a kilo? He will just need to visit a Safaricom agent the next day to get his cash.

If the mama mboga has a mobile phone, what's to prevent me m-pesaring her the one red in exchange for the tomatoes etc?

Why, I'll be able to withdraw from my mobile and pay for drinks at my local!

I am excited.

It's even more secure.

If I dont want to carry the 10k cash on a journey, I will just load the dough into my mobile and at a small fee redeem the units at the other end. In case my mobile phone is stolen or lost, anyone having it will need a pin number to transact.

So if all traders have a mobile phone number to which we can m-pesa them, we need not carry cash.

Random thoughts.

Just some thoughts. Everyone has strong points and weak points. And the way I see it is for every weak point one has, he's gotta have loads of good points to counter that. What do I mean? Lets take a house for example. It may take six months to build a house but all that effort can be wasted in a day if you wanted to demolish the house. Unless it is achieved fraudulently, it takes so much effort to progress. Yet I have observed,sadly, that many of us make some progress and then allow our weaknesses to derail our way forward and destroy what we have already achieved.

I am saying this with some particular guys in mind. Some behave like money burns holes in their pockets to their skin. Some even seem to have a death wish. Discipline is something that seems to be foreign to them. I know guys who receive mshande and you dont see them till the money's run out.

The biggest weaknesses suffered by the average Kenyan worker are alcohol and women. There are other vices of course but these dont seem to have hit our average worker in a magnitude that would cause real worry as far as the wider society is concerned. Drugs are there of course and are admittedly a danger especially to our youth. Gambling? Maybe among the more affluent members of our society.

What is it that these people lack? I dont want to portray myself as a Mr. Perfect. Far from it. I have been known to overdo things many times myself and find myself cursing again and again the next morning for my escapades the previous night but for the most part I manage to keep my desires in check.

Methinks we lack discipline. We just cant seem to know when enough gets enough or even if it's not enough , we cant afford any more( Yeah, gotta pay rent,right?). Some people, once they are in it, they just let the good times roll and to hell with everything else. A very destructive trait.

Of course ladies are more disciplined than men when it comes to handling money matters. Okay, I've met quite a number of ladies who also cant stop once they've taken the first drink and even some whose pants get real loose after that. But on the whole, I think women are generally better handlers than men.

Or are they plain stingy? I dont know. But what I do know is I am seeing more and more women apparently doing well financially than was the case some time ago. More women are driving big ass cars. More women holding big jobs in this town. More women engaging in lucrative businesses. In fact, if it was just discipline I think women would be doing much better than us by now. Wangekuwa madongra kutushinda.

So it's not just discipline. I think what keeps men ahead is the fact that despite their weaknesses, men are more aggressive in their quest for wealth, more adventurous and more ready to take risks. Women wont risk a coin. They take it where they are absolutely sure of the transaction otherwise it had rather just cool its heels in the bank. The day they acquire above mentioned attributes, woe unto us!

I know this is not a well organised post and I'm not an expert on social issues but I was just letting my fingers walk over the keyboard with my thoughts prodding them. Hope you have some opinion about this.