Archive for January, 2009


Posted in Uncategorized on January 29, 2009 by wyndago

It’s like I couldn’t be irritated enough by the now usual blaring sounds of funny ring tones in the library [don’t even get me started, that’s a story for another day] All women decided to come to the library wearing stilettos!You know the sound when they’re moving around, swinging there hips, careful not to sink in the ground? Tik, tok, tik… like a clock on a wall.

Please fly by, don’t walk, some other people’s attention spans equal that of a 2year old. Stiletto-wearing in the library just made it to my list of heinous women behavior. And no, men don’t behave badly, women do.

Now, before I get carried away and turn this into a women thing, and before they label me sexist or anything -ist, I just want to elucidate one thing here. I really do like it when they wear those high heeled shoes. They really do look nice in them too, [have you noticed I’m rhyming? Anyway.] but they don’t have to make me look bad when I’m trying to peruse my books!

Why do women have issues when it comes to picking the right attire for the occasion or even the weather? Jeez, it’s a clASS not a clUB, why do you arrive here naked? [Perhaps I should go slow on his one cuz my wish may just be granted.]

To some extent I don’t make this observation filled with disgust but I rather see it as a wrong mode of conduct. It’s like Tv, you don’t need it when you want to engage in deep conversation with someone. You’d like both, but each at it’s own time. So will someone please tell the honies to leave the shoes in their rightful places when they come to the library? Then we will catch up with them outside.

Ah, college life!



Posted in Uncategorized on January 28, 2009 by wyndago

Ain’t this something. Didn’t this guy just choose the perfect spot to sit? I just like the “No Fee!” part.


Posted in Uncategorized on January 27, 2009 by wyndago

I am a thinker. I think too much though, but so far about nothing meaningful. I am one of those people who walk into a room and forget what I got into that room for. Or I may so excited and forget what the hell I’m excited for and spend a great deal of time trying to figure it out.

Hod up, I just thought of something… nope, it’s nothing.

I can’t work under pressure, damn, I’m not supposed to say that- I named my blog with my real name! How stupid. That’s one thing I regret. I hope my potential employer is not reading this.

Anyway, what was I saying? Yeah, blogs. I started this blog about a couple of weeks ago. I’m so fresh at this, you can tell from my armature style. But give me time, time is what I beg of you.

So what do you think of my blog anyway, boring? I don’t care. Actually I do. That’s why I started reading articles on the web on how I can popularize my blog. Most of the tips were based on the content of the blog; break news, be unique, post regularly, mind your readers, write what they want… arrrgh! I don’t have time for that, but i still make time for it. In high school I used to say; this is my life, f*** what the rest of the world thinks. Then I grew up and learned that the rest of the world is a part of my life. Without it, it wouldn’t be life.

Like everyone else, I was tremendously inspired by the one Obama. [I promised myself that I would not mention him anywhere in this entire blog cuz enough has been said about him already but oh well…] There is just one problem. I can’t speak like he does, I’d have to really sit down and ponder about what I want to say to choose the best words that would describe what I mean in an eloquent manner before I came up with something profound. And when I’m nervous I stutter. As I’m thinking so much goes through my head and my brain can’t make up its own mind on which point to put across first and which words to choose. So I end up choking!

Unfortunately there is no time. I wish I could draw a picture of my thoughts and show it to everyone and you’ll see it’s brilliant. I have something amazing going on and all I have at my disposal is words to prove it? And they won’t let me in until I prove it.Then give me time.

Even my teacher knew it, he was like “don’t scare that boy or you might wade off off any potentially good ideas he might be thinking”

For my blog, I don’t know what to say. I just be me. And you’ll see I’m both stupid and a genius at the same time.

Disclaimer: I’m playing though, I can give a better speech than the president. Oh, that anyone can, dope! [Holmer Simpson style]


Posted in Uncategorized on January 26, 2009 by wyndago

Oh my God I’m old! Yes, I found out the other day. This is how it happened.

I found myself in a discomfort zone, any grown person’s last wish-I was in a matatu with more than a couple of boy high school kids. Well, they have nothing on me, I’m a big boy and wiser. The mat kicked some of that funky loud music. I was like “now, that’s gansta” Some real deep hiphop… some Nas, Scarface,… some really old but tight joints.

Then all over sudden one of those punks raised his voice for the driver to change the music claiming its some whack shit! Guess what they wanted? That noisy, filthy, lyrically-empty a genre of music that is commonly known as CRUNK! I was perplexed and peeved at the same time! (just to use a few vocabs) In my day, which wasn’t too long ago, we used to listed to Dre, Eminem, Nas and JayZ. Now they listen to Lil John, Soldier boy and, what’s his name?

Then it dawned on me, I felt like my father. What do you enjoy in that noise you’re listening to?
I have become old. So fast to even notice it. These “modern kids” don’t know what real music is. Beats have become so fundamental in songs, vocal are due to be dropped soon. I prophesize. They are going to use ocmputers to make funny noises instead, let alone lip synching.

I solemnly pray for the generation that comes after the one behind me.


Posted in Uncategorized on January 23, 2009 by wyndago

This has been inspired by another blog I read 50 things you should do before you’re 50. I decided to come up with a list of my own.

  1. Organize a crazy house party at my place.
  2. Direct a movie
  3. Be rich
  4. Write a book, have tried but I’m always lazy to just put my mind to it and finish
  5. Have kids, still not decided on which gender I prefer for a first born. Mmhhh….
  6. Go for a road tour with a bunch of wild friends, with no clear knowledge of where the destination is.
  7. Make a record song
  8. Get a tattoo, piercing no.
  9. Get on TV for any reason, I have been on TV before though. I just want to do it again!
  10. Get on radio
  11. Buy a hydraulic car. If I can’t at least the car needs to be pimped
  12. Start a magazine company
  13. Organize a big family re-union, we don’t have that in our family
  14. It won’t hurt to be president
  15. Fall in love
  16. Plant a garden in my back yard
  17. Own a pet, definitely a dog.
  18. Drink the most of all available beer brands in the market
  19. Cross the border
  20. Forget Chinese, I want to learn Kikuyu
  21. Eat some of those funky foods, like lobsters
  22. Buy my mom a house, it doesn’t have to be expensive
  23. Learn to write with my left hand. This is underway
  24. Go camping
  25. Visit a museum
  26. Get on board a cruise ship. Still thinking if traveling in it would be cool.
  27. Learn how to use a gun. No, just for fun. I like the sound of it when it’s being loaded or assembled
  28. Drink and drive, I’ll probably do this last because every time I attempt it I just end up spilling my drink!

POLITICIANS AND CAMERAS!! -Wekesa Scolded By Kibaki.

Posted in Uncategorized on January 23, 2009 by wyndago
Show this picture below to any politician and he will tell you it’s what they want to see infront of them all the time. They always crave for attention will not let the slightest opportunity to lie to a crowd slip away.
Okay, maybe it’s their trait. You have to pose for the cameras to become a good politician. You have to make the news. Its like a promotional stunt, like when 50 cent shot one of The Game’s crew members on the leg. You have to make the news and say what people want to hear!
But is there a slight possibility of doing this decently? I mean, why call a press conference to condemn a fellow cabinet minister and to demand for his resignation when you sit on the same table during cabinet meetings, it’s not like the guy is lost or can’t be found or something, he is right there! Wouldn’t it be easier to just say it to his face rather than tell it to us at a funeral ceremony or a wedding when you know the cameras are rolling? Or picking up the phone and calling, that isn’t bad.
You see, when things don’t go the way they want they start making stupid threats. “If you people don’t want to listen then I will spill the beans and give out the list of names of the culprits who did this and that” Its like, “if you don’t shut up I just might do the right thing and you will end up in jail!”. Please… and the press will be right there to capture the drama. Their presence just agitates the politicians, that’s why you see them whirl out and burst to song and dance when they see cameras.
Whistle blowers are supposed to be the good guys, right? But the motive counts, that which drives him to blow that whistle. Politicians are careful to do this, because they might be caught in the same trap. When they blow any whistle it’s because they became and desperate and the other party just became too difficult to handle. They do it when their political might is at stake or undermined. But a camera is always present.
Politicians of all people should know the protocol to follow according to the laws, rules and regulations set for each situation. It seems in their book the only step to follow is to call for a press conference. Talking where it doesn’t matter much. The tax issue for example, most of them claim they want to pay and that they should pay taxes… but they only say it outside parliament, again making sure of the presence of cameras.
I don’t know who sent the honourable Wekesa out to call that news conference, and condemn the PM. It was so embarrassing for me to hear how the president told him off at yesterday’s cabinet meeting. It would have saved him a lot of humiliation if he had just faced the PM. Plus it would have proved his bravery.
I suggest we put away the cameras and see how they handle their differences. But I love the drama though, I suggest you watch yourself lest you get engulfed by it. I urge you not to take them serious.


Posted in Uncategorized on January 22, 2009 by wyndago

I was thinking out loud the other day when I wondered, “why are the hardest workers paid the least?” Think about it, from the those mkokoteni guys doing their thing distributing and transporting loads hundreds of times more than their own weight. Or have you seen how those construction people burst a sweat at their jobs, the mjengo people?

Then someone burst my bubble as a I was day dreaming that lazy afternoon when he said “who said they work the hardest?” Here was his argument: as much as their work demanded a lot muscular strain, it wasn’t a “hard” job to do because they don’t need to think much when they did their job. They just did it, to us who are not used to that much strain, we think it is hard but to them they are okay. It’s nothing, just the same way how good a blind man can be good at finding his way around with his stick. We could see it as much trouble for him but to him its nothing.

White collar jobs on the other hand, those are the tricky one since you need to think at every step of your of your job execution. You have to make a decisions and fast. Imagine an architect trying to come up with a design for new house within a specified period of time. And by the time he finishes, the client must like the end product. Visualize the stress that he might be going through and the pressure he carries on his shoulder. Doing the same thing over and over again but differently, how hard is it to stay relevant and original?

Thinking is hard, i get, now that I’m thinking it.

So who do you think is working the hardest, the CEO or the construction worker?