sundays and what have you

i should have written about sundays and how hot the sun can get some time ago,i did want to and at times even put down a few sentences down only to have my mind dart to other issues.Not that i regret it,i figure and im sure you do too that such a post wouldnt really make someone stop whatever they were doing for five minutes.And if she did she wouldnt leave laughing silently at the jokes only she and i understood or promise herself to come back every few hours because she finally has found someplace where she can call home.No that would most probably not be the case and to go further and claim that after a few weeks of what started out only as a simple accidental visit to an obscure blog but within a few days became an obsession,she would come looking for the mastermind of such dangerous writing, would be blowing my own trumpet never mind that even if i had one it wouldnt be big enough to warrant the trouble of blowing it in my own.
But Sundays can get hot especially when you have nothing to do and view going to church as something you cannot do.More than the temperatures(and they are bad enough on their own)one has to contend with a period from sunrise upto sunset or thereabouts in which there is absolutely nothing to do.Tv for some reason sees no reason in airing anything entertaining during these times and radio is even worse.Those like my beloved mother who usually go to church spend the whole day there and on very many occassions the night too.It is then that i realize that any conversation is good conversation and that people are way better companions than dogs,books or even the internet.On those days i do go to church(once i have convinced myself that God loves me as i am)i usually get a good feeling that lasts something like two days before going back to my old rollercoaster self.But as much as it may look like a shallow sort of person saying things that he shouldnt even be saying the truth is i would really love to go to church im just looking for a different sort of motivation much like the way i have to change my style from being too confining and interesting to including many more words(otherwise called being wordy)and boring.I mean you have to write a lot more for it to make any sense at all and you have to be more expressive ie dont just say the sky is blue talk of the sky and the day being sunny and calm and the people walking around dressed in bright clothes just like a commercial and the grass and the kids and the positive emotions you get from this. The fact that im even writing about this is proof that im willing to change even if it means going to church for one sunday a month usually when they arent collecting any special offerings and also on the hypothetical family sunday when the pastor takes as short as ten minutes reason being that on family sunday people have to spend time with family in their houses and there should be no other people strictly indoors with or without food but the pastor is allowed to stay with any family since he is our earthly father.Then i would be pastor-i would have to change a lot of me and add alot that is not me but anyone would agree that the rewards are more than just cheese.

diary of a campus kid

looking out my window i can see cars and girls which tells you that im either a campus kid or a person who enjoys their views.it also tells you that im male something that isnt really well defined in our present society but just to go back a bit im both a campus kid and i love my views,infact i practically fought to get this room and the rewards (as iam now listening to some soothing house)are free eye candy and candy too but candy is too western we call them sweets here just thought i would say that before someone starts mistaking me for an american something that i wouldnt really be proud of much like i wouldnt be proud of listening to rap music or walking on the road wearing a suit or anything that potrays order and direction in life or walking with someone who does.I do have exams and they freak me out sometimes or at least they used to until i discovered that education isnt all about grades,there are so many other things you have to do in these four short years which cannot be written here because my snoop of a kid brother would ultimately tell mum of the evils her son has been engaged in.The thrashing and all other forms of pain wouldnt be as bad as the fact that all my twilight missions would be halted,i would be forced to stay at home on fridays watching movies or doing something like that or even more boring sitting through an hour or so of so called family talk where mother forces everyone to smile and the ease with which my younger brother enjoys it and the enthusiasm with which he announces to all of us with a shout that mama is calling us all down just makes it worse.So i would rather things stay as they are where every friday i have classes upto 8 oclock then i have group discussion upto midnight by which time it is too late to come home so i just spend the night in my room and go home in the morning.They havent known yet that i have only one morning class on friday which isnt as bad as all those other things they know nothing about.But today i have to read because lies can only go so far ,at the end of the day good grades have to show just to safeguard your lie if at least.But then again there are many ways of getting good grades and im not saying anything else

point of view

doing things intuitively has the advantage of one being able to cut to the chase pretty quick ,feeling a lot smarter than most and picking out the most easily manipulated people for friends.But there is always a nagging doubt for instance i have never looked up the meaning of the word paradox but i am pretty sure the meaning is something like the way music is both therapeutic and an addictive drug at the same time.but even then im not really sure,is that not an irony or is it not any of them.This despite, i have seen(at least in my case) the capability of it transforming you from a doodling kid(kinda like what i am now) to a sage and still remain relevant and easily noticed for not being a fake.In most other cases it fills out those blanks mere mortals concentrate on without your notice then popping out the ideas at its own appropriate time hence for the most part you will look less than the mere mortal only to come up with the most out of the box ideas which will either not be understood or hardly understood leaving you looking even more of a fool .The most scary part however or not for most i guess though it should be(just goes to show you how evil the system is)is the mind reading constant second guessing and building mountains out of molehills(just one of the advantages you get-a phrase you never even thought you remembered being used in context just because it 'feels' right )which means forming a totally theoretical theory about someone or something but mostly someone-we dont happen to hate things as much as we hate people and we generally arent that much worried about the 'things' we love.this usually from a small fragment of so called proof which in itself is a formation of our minds to justify our already formed theories.It could also be one of my all time favourites and something ive talked of already-starting small with no idea of the end but getting there and realizing there is no connection with the start but that it somehow fits,never changing the ends or beginings but always messing about with whatever is in between.Perfectionist tendencies also come in thoug im not entirely sure if this is intuitive,i may just be extrapolating someones character flaws.and speaking of character flaws there is laziness which isnt at all related(entirely debetable)to the not using of fullstops or commas and not following of all other grammatical rules,to the spending half or more waking hours in bed,to the working in brief bursts of motivation in between long periods of not doing anything 'tangible',the working backwards from the solution and finishing it in less than half the time allocated or not finishing it at all again because you did not 'feel' it.I know its a total waste of someones life but we love it.

I ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT BOB

Amid all the itchy bum smelly finger comments,taunts about how abnormally big someone's head is and all that it occured to me that going to the toilet at that time wouldnt be such a bad idea, hell if it would relieve me of an itchy bum which as we all know is caused by issues i would rather not discuss publicly but related to or not to going to the toilet(and what you do thereafter if you do)it would be the best of ideas.But if going to the toilet was a good idea then beating up bob was an even better one,it did not involve escaping,it would give me lasting respect and best of all i would get to watch bob in pain and believe me nothing could give me greater pleasure. In my head it was all easy ,just walk up to him taunt him a bit make him livid and make him come after you,then my skill(gained from countless hours of research not really for the knowledge)would at last be put to test,a couple of hard blows to the right places, evasive manouvers such that i couldnt get hurt and a bit of willpower to finish it off.I would be king i almost shouted out and then thoughts of the wonderful life i would have after came in torrents-the chicken wings each one of us was required to give bob on selected days of the week would be all mine,i would not have to go to school just as bob didn't,i would go live in that old house at the end of the street where it was said that bob lived but none had ever seen him go in or out(in fact he never even talked about it)and if it meant running away from home then let it be i mean had'nt bob done the same?isn't that why he lived in that old house all by himself with all the freedom and chicken wings he could ever want and a stereo system with sick bass(all speculation nothing confirmed)It was a while later that i awoke so to speak from my dream to find all eyes on me.Later on in hospital all bandaged up and almost dying i then thought how stupid of me it was to voice out my thoughts in such company and how incredibly strong bob was and that all the skill in the world would never help me against a beast like him.I also knew that i would never be part of the fold again,it was an abomination to blaspheme bob(a word which i do not know the meaning to but what i did falls under it i was told) Some time later bob actually did die and most fingers pointed at me(all speculation no proof)but it was sort of a good thing as i realized that most of us hated bob some more than me in fact and one so much that he had actually killed him.We never did find out who it was but since everyone was happy and no one seemed really intent on avenging bob's murder i was happy to let the accusing finger point at me.It turns out that most of these stories do have a happy ending and mine definetly does.Bob's death had so instilled fear in all of us and the guy thought responsible for it was the object of that fear.You can guess what happened next but i'll still say it-i got the house despite some saying that the spirit of bob still lived there,i got a double portion of chicken wings,i quit school and inspired many others too and lastly i got that beautiful girl i had been eyeing and who would never have given me a second glance before.Twenty years later and nothing has changed i only got older and got another woman younger and more beautiful.

ALTER EGO

DAVE- much as it does not hurt me to admit that i am an underachieving young man who also has the most difficult time sticking to societal conventions i have to admit that when such affects family it is time to draw the line .2012 will not just be business it will be business with pleasure ,only more pain in it and more pleasure at the end of it and on top of that i have to find a couple of new hobbies reduce time spent on the internet ,write more(a lot lot more)eat out a bit more(just a bit),try to conform to "rules and regulations" at least for the sake of my beloved mum try to form and maintain a steady relationship for once stop speaking in circles and try to listen some more to that awesome music ED introduced me to last year,trance and house i think, i like house more but trance isnt that awful infact it is a lot better than techno,im surprised someone would even call that music ED- I have to say that calculus isnt as hard as i thought only a lot more boring and unapplicable but on to more important issues,have you heard of arty, the guy(or is it kid )is AWESOME!!!!!! Old cats such deadmau5 better take care(but in all seriousness who could beat deadmau5 it would definetly be a joke)Dad's medicines cost a lot more now than they did last year but sticking to resolutions is one of the things i do and besides he is getting better.Those misguided thoughts i had last year about quiting school,going somewhere to become a dj do movies write tv scripts and a whole lot of other nonsense are all faded now thanks to a thorough and deserved dressing down by my great aunt who usually has a final say in all matters-an accepted norm in our family.Guess that means i have to sell off all those cameras and guitars i bought last year.Feels a bit sad but i still have dave who hopefully will stop being such an airhead and Egan who just like his name is in touch with himself in a foreign manner.he's nothing like anything we've ever seen before that's why we have him as a friend. EGAN- i am sure at last that i am not gay(if gay doesn't include cute babyish looking boys with innocent eyes and sincere smiles and friendly all the way).I am also pretty sure that my writing will pick up pace having been neglected so much in 2011 and i will stop looking to Dave for inspiration his disregard for rules and general dont care attitude are influences i definetly do not need now ,infact he should be looking up to me and he will once he sees how much i'll do this year.that writing job at the chronicle the novel and my own 1000 visits per day blog will all be up and running and thats a promise.Before i forget i've been trying my hand at poetry ,i'm definetly not there but well on the way I NEED THE WATER Cracked lips Sweaty armpits Sun burned forehaed And a pair of dusty feet Sweaty palms Clutching a brown envelope Half open eyes And a long way ahead The place A dry fountain A drying hedge Dusty floors And a brown black coat on his body Cracked lips Sweaty armpits Sun burned forehead And a pair of dusty feet, And a sweaty palm open and demanding No thank you ! But no thank you I can't stand your sweaty palms I just need the water And it seems like you do too.

lincoln the lawyer

i write this knowing that very few people will actually believe that there is or rather there was a lawyer called lincoln.It's a funny name i know one which i have never known anyone to have where i come from.so after all the vitriol and impressions of fakeness and unoriginality (traits which ironically we all have) it would do you good to read this story about lincoln one of the best at his job stinking rich and with an ego to march.Yeah Lincoln was good at what he did,soliciting huge sums of money from those who deserved to loose such huge amounts of money but that isnt what he was really good at or to put it otherwise he was really good at the solicitation but even better in court rescuing his clients from the brink of disaster(or jaws of death as others might prefer) and as such was hero to both villain and those who have tons of admiration for people who are good at what they do(most are usually villains).Dispatching his duties without fear or favour(more like without fear only for favour usually went to the guy with the deepest pockets)and having made himself enemies among all his fellow lawyers was just the kind of kick that made his life worth living or so he said so himself(maybe not in those exact words but the implication was very there)
the sad tale continues with the loss of a case which was significant in that it wasnt just the first case lincoln had ever lost but also because it was one of the easiest he had ever handled and which everyone expected him to breeze past.The judge with a smirk like expression on his face which almost seemed to betray his true intentions(if there were any)pronounced the guilty man guilty and the shock was immediately felt.The rest as they say is history lincoln disappeared mysteriously the same evening he lost his case while the judge was found dead the following morning in his house.Speaking of death it should also be known that the guy lincoln was defending was charged with murder and that now three years on everyone still beleives that lincoln murdered the judge.It is no wonder then that no one named their child lincoln and that lawyers are generally frowned upon.
There are also rumours that lincoln changed his appearance and is living in town perhaps that he even is still a lawyer.

love story

this is a love story about edith sort of like any story about young boys and young girls or about sundays like this which is basically any sunday that leaves you with a nice feeling.Well edith as you might have guessed is a girl but not a young one more of a woman if you ask me but dont tell her that she doesn't like being called old but if you know her you alredy know this and also that she is moderately beautiful,enough to actually turn a sizeable number of heads in her direction.in fact we should call her most beautiful but there is blair,now blair takes the crown no doubt about that what with the number of heads and the number of men at her heels and she calls herself princess blair because she says that most queens are too old to be beautiful but that princesses are young.she says she will stay princess forever and ever and ever.
"what if you die someone asks her".
"i wont im immortal but i guess you dont know what that means"
Then there is Alex who has a twin sister also Alex by name who stays deep in the lower country because she is a member of the revolution no one has seen her for quite a few months now.Alex and Blair are an item ,item here meaning they are one and the same thing that they would do anything even die for each other.that hasn't happened yet but they have come close to killing someone on quite a few occasions.They are called the witch and her master by the feminists and the wizard and her mistress by rest of the countryfolk.In these areas unlike the western country wizards and witches are considered most wicked and to be called one is truly an honour
And poor Edith having never seen alex from up close was surprised one day when they happened to bump into each other totally by accident.That she fell in love ot first sight was obvious but her folly was in thinking that she could change the vile creature that was Alex turn him into her knight and save him from the evil blair.After that questions as to how such a good looking person like Alex could habour such evil troubled her and they still do,questions also as
to as to why despite her repeated attempts Alex has never changed are some people inherently evil or is it a spell that Blair has over him?Well that is the end,i may have lied about this being a story that will leave you with a nice feeling but then again i may have not.

sporty issues

with the world hitting 7 bil and a host of other factors the least not being the resurgence of man utd which i am a fun of and the current good form of madrid and of all other football clubs i support i had to come out of my hiding.I admit the utd excuse is a bit shady since its been only a week and there were numerous weeks of absence before that such is the life of an inconsistent who despite better bringing up would rather spend his sundays in bed jump up in glee at the mention of free internet(why else)and generally be a loser.It doesn't help matters(the introversion and absurdity and unorthodoxy and the perculiar love of the written world and the also perculiar non conformist and at times antisocial tendencies)and while we're at it the sulky sulky-red extreme sensitivity and the almost bipolar.Such are the qualities of a guy who would ask themselves whether the 7 billionth and one kid isnt the most unfortunate person ever born i mean people arent exactly happy to see you emerge and its not even your crime obviously then there is the real possibility that you could lack a place to stay because there is no space and will a certain guy in a certain country like kenya(where i happen to come from and have lived all my life just there no change a little bit boring but enough problems to see you through any day that is if your annoying friends dont spoil it)say?I LOVE MYSELF AND I LOVE MY LAND AND IF I GOT IT I AINT GIVING IT ITS A MAN EAT MAN SOCIETY HAHAHAAHA!!!!!apart from the fact that he wont actually say it out loud or in those exact words(english isnt exactly their strong point)but enough of that i wonder how many of those i bil extras will be or already are footballers not that i hate other sports in fact i love them but that is a story for another day.

a day at the river

Fishing is hard,we all know that.But for five amateurs(some more amateur than others)hard is hardly the word to use and in the end the assertion by some two non amateur idlers that ours were mere theatrics(or so i guessed they meant)proved true.Not to say that we were disappointed(at least for two of us i can speak for authoritatively)far from it,the environmentdown there was reward enough for us.That having been said let it be known that five perspectives of such a day can be as different or as similar as they can be.

Perspective 1
I love going along and not just with everybody but with my big brother and some other few people who i will not bother to mention.It gets even better when that other guy with funny curly hair,funny mannerisms and an impregnable heartas bro said and who latelymost have been mistaking for my brother comes along.Ultimately there were no fish despite the exhausting search for worms and my optimism.But they did laugh at my jokes,i got to see some old man mining,did talk to one of those kids wwho showed us the right way to fish and git snapped twice doing things i definetly do not do everyday.
Perspective 2
I love it when things get done and was not amused when we walked back empty handed.I mean first of all they force me to rush(smthn i rarely do)then they fail to catch any fish, Thoughts of fried fish had been running through my mind all night.I tried my best pulling up the fishing stick every so often to see if it had caught anything,I even caught the first and only fish and also got the biggest stick sure that i would have an advantage over the othersbut it all came to nought.Fried fish and anything else meaty and fried are still on my mind though,i just hope that that birthday party tomorrow is realized.
Perspective 3
Not so much the fish but the experience at the river was my main inspiration today.After some time i was sure we would not catch anything but that did not bother me or rather not as much as it did some other people.I am proud of myself though,maybe more than all the others.I provided maize,led the others to the river and along its banks and perhaps did the most fishing today.Thay were late though and one was even later than the rest and this same one showed some impatience later of which i was really not amused about.I also got that big fruit which i threw into the river shortly thereafter,for a stupid reason i admit very stupid.
Perspective 4
Other than that someone was not happy and i could see that he was not,I had a pretty good day.I wanted that fish real bad but it could never substitute chapati and beans so i was not that offended by our failure to land any catch or if i was it quickly faded.I have to say this though,it was superbly peaceful down there,the kind of peace my heart has been yearning for for years.Of course issues causing this lack of peace cannot be told to anyone.too big and besides what would they think of me,the epitome of success and the perfect model of a well raised child with a problem? no way.Any way i digress i got to find market and fast otherwise things will go south real soon.
Perspective 5
Its funny how small laughable issues cloud my mind.It however was a good day regardless.We did not catch anything and i was not surprised or offended by it.There were cute kids and some unsightly sights and my perception of some people was further cemented.In the end something about someone accusing the other of accusing them falsely and another about some other person drowning in 'mudness'are some of the numerous memories of the day etched on my mind.

We all love someone

In more ways than i could ever care to explain or that they could ever know,i love my family.the matter of how big family is or who can be legally included as 'first' family is highly debetable but it all comes down to a matter of opinion,i mean you can't be forced to love right?yeah i and many others may say but wait a minute is that not a contradiction?when i say that i love my family is it objective or subjective because in the end this makes all the difference,the difference between a son who is always at loggerheads with the father and the one who wanted to be an architect but was forced into medical school by the dad.The bible would be of the opinion that love is a choice therefore objective coz honestly if we were to love someone for who they are(which is what most of us do)then you only love as much as you like of that person and try to live with that other undesirable part.Objectivity on the other hand forces one to put personal feelings aside and love as a commandment,and a choice as well coz you can choose not to in which case there isnt much difference between you and our earlier subjective friend.talk is cheap i know and i also know that i am almost wholly subjective hence the difficulty in coming up with this piece,but events as recent as yesterday which involve pride segregation and lots of other crap(which unfortunately i have to talk about at a later date)forced yours truly to try and address this issue in a satisfactory manner i hope.Hard it may seem but really it is very easy,deep inside each human is an absolutely lovable creature so no excuses(this is for the subjective who always want a reason to and in reality isnt that all of us)

Sticky issues

You would be majorly surprised(or maybe not at all)that such simple phrases as 'behaving maturely','enjoying life'etc are never at all simple.The different meanings that minds conjure up when compared are staggering distances apart.And what makes it worse is that you really cant tell who is right or wrong and infact no one is wrong or right according to some philosophical point of view which fortunately or unfortunately i do not subscribe.Come to think of it all philosophical schools of thought leave nothing to be desired hence the steady decline of the field which ironically was one of the first attempts at knowledge man involved himself in if not the very first and which according to some misguided opinions will be the last but i digress and will swiftly go back to the main issue.I was therefore irked when one of my proximity induced companions suggested that i grow up.As if i made it here because i behave so much like a kid or that im so good at this coz i am childish. Other than the fact that he had no right at all to tell me what was right,i see no trouble at all with behaving like a kid hell if the whole world was made of kids would it not be a much better place

my worst post(this has got to be)

if i had a dime(shilling would be better i guess)for every time i felt that i would never make it i definetly would be very rich.But what makes a truly great man is his conduct in the face of adversity and obstacles and by now im guessing that you are guessing that i am a great man(nuh! not man boy is more like it).And just for the record i really am not feeling this vibe i am not left brained remember.It doesnt hurt to express an opinion but you really must ensure that what you say is relevant.For starters this is a personal blog which means that iam at liberty to write whatever it is i feel like writing which also means that you are at liberty not to read whatever i write if for whatever reason it offends you.Secondly and this is fully subjective by the way if you find this boring then it only puts you in the ordinary mortals bracket and i dont write for those who consider themselves ordinary so really you see you never really were meant to be here.Went off on a tangent just there i know but you really must put some people in their place.If like me you definetly have shifting esteem you definetly are trying to cure it and such people really do get to you.See you later when i am in a much better mood.

In my element(sorry)

Silly advice about mourning stages and how you should really go through it to get over it-that was my weekend.Coupled with the fact that i had gotten a life saver some 2 or 3 days earlier pretty much sums it up as bittersweet.All the emotional breakdown bs also came to nought thanks to a combination of many factors the least not being a positive thinking attitude and the most definetly not the absence of a downright official and blatant snub.And then come issues of other people,those who only see as far as reality allows,who see fantasy as the realm of the crazy,who know only one way of doing things,for who risk and ingenuity are just words not a way of life,who prefer the tried and tested and despise(or is it fear) everything else.These are some of the people who surround us(by us let the reader get the exact intended meaning).Yes it is said that those who we associate with make us and i could not agree more.I decided not to share my dreams any more the result being an intense desire to succeed.Twofold benefit i guess and it better come to pass or the consequences will be more than dire.I know the soft is kinda strange but i view it as getting more into my element,growing so to speak.A good day to you all and if you can't do anything else just say a prayer,it helps in more ways than you would ever imagine.

other issues and wembley

I should write about tonight and indeed i will at some point(if im not already)but its such an obvious topic and obvious is always boring.I would rather make up my own stuff like the fact that someone pointed out my lack of finesse(whether that is the right spelling and the meaning put out thereof i cannot tell).It would appear not to make sense and indeed it is meant not to for reasons which are not entirely clear even to myself much less to so many of my secret readers.Yes they do exist if the curious silence is anything to go by and some even curiouser sentiments i get from those who know this secret identity of mine to the effect that i am an inspiration to those younger rebellious members of society who by chance happen to read my stuff.And especially some vintage stuff(2009)which i thought would amount to nothing and if it did,to nothing much or much worse to be grouped among those classic examples of how not to write.Back to reality tonight man utd redeems itself and take it from me that we will though youn would be ill adviced to take my word.Just take them as the wishes of an overambitious fan but which will come true nonetheless.Lastly i cannot believe that i have not watched pirates 4 yet smthng is definetly wrong.

Of perfect endings

That i've been mia the past couple of days is due to my blogger or is it just blogger,acting up.Smthn about unavailability of the site and also my internet access.I can do nothing about the former but i'm working on the latter.Anyway i discovered(more like reaffirmed for i sort of knew it)that smthn is wrong either with me or with the rest of the world.What I'm looking for isnt what she was looking for(talk of mixed signals what you see isnt what you get-get it).Was coz most likely she already has found it.Most likely it was a case of wanting to eat your cake your cake and to have it but i just wouldnt play ball(i really have to work on the signals im sending out).Enough of this but on to more of the same issues-the pupil test did prove true so i did pass(more on this 'project' in future posts).Finally we have won the cup and i'm here watchin it how sweet.