I like them warm

Last week Sunday I get up, prep myself and I'm all set for church, then I open the door, it's snow flakes falling like mad. I go back inside, I've got to change, start all over again with white on my mind.

I get back from church, it's not snowing. I quickly get my camera, and this is what I get. (Poor kid out there.)




I go to my bro's, I come back and the whole white paint has been washed away. Come to think of it, it's March, not ,'#/`£$%$ January or February. Ati they call it global warming. I'm from Kiambu, I like everything warm. I don't do cold.

PS, I still have no clue how to add links. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllp

Moses & the Computer

This is a bit of the rest.

One Boyfulani asked, 'if Jesus lived today, would He blog', and one Neema replied that blogging would be a good form of spreading the gospel. I say, we change with time. I figure a conversation going after Moses has received the 10 commandments and lost them (not broken) in 2002 AD. Mark you, he called TECHNICAL SUPPORT Mwenyewe.


Excuse me, Sir.

"IS THAT YOU AGAIN, MOSES?"

I'm afraid it is, Sir.

"WHAT IS IT THIS TIME, MOSES; MORE COMPUTER PROBLEMS?"

How did you guess?

"I DON'T HAVE TO GUESS, MOSES. REMEMBER?"

Oh, yes; I forgot.

"TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, MOSES."

But you already know, Sir. Remember?

"MOSES!"

Sorry, Sir.

"WELL, GO AHEAD, MOSES; SPIT IT OUT."

Well, I have a question, Sir. You know those ten 'things' you sent me via e-mail?

"YOU MEAN THE TEN COMMANDMENTS, MOSES?"

That's it. I was wondering if they are important.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'IF THEY ARE IMPORTANT,' MOSES? OF COURSE, THEY ARE IMPORTANT. OTHERWISE, I WOULD NOT HAVE SENT THEM TO YOU."


Well, sorry, Sir, but I lost them. I could say the dog ate them; but, of course, you would see right through that.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU 'LOST THEM'? ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME YOU DIDN'T SAVE THEM, MOSES?"

No, Sir; I forgot.

"YOU SHOULD ALWAYS SAVE, MOSES."

Yes, I know. You told me that before. I was going to save them, but I forgot. I did forward them to some people before I lost them though.

"AND DID YOU HEAR BACK FROM ANY OF THEM?"

You already know I did. There was the one guy who said he never uses 'shalt not.' May he change the words a little bit?

"YES, MOSES, AS LONG AS HE DOES NOT CHANGE THE MEANING."

And what about the guy who thought your stance was a little harsh, and recommended calling them the 'Ten Suggestions,' or letting people pick one or two to try for a while?

"MOSES, I WILL ACT AS IF I DID NOT HEAR THAT."

I think that means 'no.' Well, what about the guy who said I was scamming him?

"I THINK THE TERM IS 'SPAMMING,' MOSES."

Oh, yes. I E-mailed him back and told him I don't even eat that stuff, and I have no idea how you can send it to someone through a computer.

"AND WHAT DID HE SAY?"

You know what he said. He used Your name in vain. You don't think he might have sent me one of those -- err -- plagues, and that's the reason I lost those ten 'things', do you?

THEY ARE NOT PLAGUES; THEY ARE CALLED 'VIRUSES,' MOSES."

Whatever! This computer stuff is just too much for me. Can we go back to those stone tablets? It was hard on my back taking them out and reading them each day, but at least I never lost them.

"WE WILL DO IT THE NEW WAY, MOSES; USING COMPUTERS!!"

I was afraid you would say that, Sir.

"MOSES, WHAT DID I TELL YOU TO DO IF YOU MESSED UP?"

You told me to hold up this rat and point it toward the computer.

"IT'S A MOUSE, MOSES, NOT A RAT. MOUSE! MOUSE!
AND DID YOU DO THAT?"

No, I decided to try calling technical support first. After all, who knows more about this stuff than you? And I really like your hours. By the way, Sir, did Noah have two of these mice on the ark?

"NO, MOSES."

One other thing. Why did you not name them 'frog s' instead of 'mice,' because did you not tell me the thing they sit on is a pad?

"I DID NOT NAME THEM, MOSES. MAN DID, AND YOU CAN CALL YOURS A FROG IF YOU WANT TO."

Oh, that explains it. I bet some woman told Adam to call it a mouse. After all, was it not a woman who named one of the computers 'Apple?'

"SAY GOOD NIGHT, MOSES."

Wait a minute, Sir. I am pointing the mouse, and it seems to be working. Yes, a couple of the ten 'things' have come back.

"WHICH ONES ARE THEY, MOSES?"

Let me see. 'Thou shalt not steal from any grave an image' and 'Thou shalt not uncover Thy neighbor's wife.'"

"TURN THE COMPUTER OFF, MOSES. I'M SENDING YOU ANOTHER SET OF STONE TABLETS."

Photo taking virus

I contracted a photo taking virus from 31337, and this Easter, in the middle of the night(I couldn't sleep, I had just talked to 'Mr Maua', I miss him now, more than ever). I took my camera, while standing outside my balcony, I thought, 'I need to send him a photo', and nothing was more appealing than the Canary Wharf (The Wall Street of London) by night. Lakini huko, kwa mbali.

This here is Canary Wharf, about 4 yrs ago, it's more beautiful today than then. http://www.buyimage.co.uk/photonet/canary/canary.html (Copy and paste, and then tell me how you add links???????????? honestly I can't do it, I've tried and tried, in vain).

I do hope he (Mr Maua) appreciates this.

Happy Easter

Easter is one of the most important Christian holidays. Easter is celebrated to remember the resurrection of Jesus Christ from his death three days after he was tortured and crucified on Good Friday. Resurrection of Jesus Christ forms the main theme of the Easter Holiday.

One day when sin was as black as could be, Jesus came down, and was born to a virgin, living he loved you, dying he saved you and rising he justified you freely forever. May our Lord remind you once again that he died for you on the cross, that you may not go thru the same torture, and that you may live eternally.

With this in mind, I couldn't help thinking, if men did ressurect soon after death, would my loved ones want me to live again? Certainly not for this man.

A man and his ever-nagging wife went on vacation to Jerusalem. While they were there, the wife passed away. The undertaker told the husband, "You can have her shipped home for $5,000, or you can bury her here, in the Holy Land for $150."

The man thought about it and told him he would just have her shipped home.

The undertaker asked, "Why would you spend $5,000 to ship your wife home, when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you would spend only $150?"

The man replied, "Long ago a man died here, was buried here, and three days later he rose from the dead. I just can't take that chance”.

Have a happy Easter.

Marketing Concepts

For those asking about the smile kama maua, I 've decided to give you a taste, just a taste of it.




Straight from facebook. I've tried to keep off facebook, especially after poking supposedly future Mr Maua, but, I just can not keep off. But I'll share what I found these evening.

Marketing Concepts

You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say, "I'm fantastic in bed. Marry me!" That's Direct Marketing.

You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says, "He's fantastic in bed. Marry him." That's Advertising.

You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day you call and say "Hi, I'm fantastic in bed. Marry me." That's Telemarketing.

You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie; you walk up to her and pour her a drink. You open the door for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her a ride, and then say, "By the way, am fantastic in bed. Will you marry me?". That's Public Relations.

You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says, "You are fantastic in bed. Marry me." That's Brand Recognition.

You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say, "I'm fantastic in bed. Marry me" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face. That's Customer Feedback.

You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say, "I'm fantastic in bed. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband That's Demand and Supply gap.

You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say, "I'm fantastic in bed. Marry me!" She turns her face towards you - kumbe she is your wife! That's competition eating into your own market share.

You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You convince her that "you're fantastic in bed' and move with her to a hotel. You realize that she is not virgin as she claimed hence you decline going to bed with her. That's recalling of faulty brand from the market.

Studying in mother tongue

If we didn’t have to learn English (as a 2nd language), just studied everything (History, Geography, Biology, Physics, Chemistry …….) in our mother tongue, like the English, Greek or German people do,

• I’d have been an ‘A’ student, made a great lawyer, defending cases in Kiuk. (Photography, wedding planning, would I have studied them? No way.)

• My grandma would have made a very good medical doctor. (She never went to school, but knew the human body, diagnosis, prognosis, and nutrition like mad.

• We’d have so many graduates, (Kenya would be a developed country).

• We’d have so many Universities in Kenya, (one for Kiuks, Luos, Kaleos, Kaos etc).

• We’d have no problems expressing ourselves in foreign languages, (emigration would not exist).

And the list goes on and on ………

But then, there are people in UK who can not read or write, and so many who can not express themselves fully on pen and paper, leave alone going to Uni, yet it is their mother tongue.

They import doctors, nurses, teachers etc, while many of their own are semi illiterate and on welfare.

(That is my small mind wandering).

Facebook has brought back my love

Facebook! Yes Facebook.

On Saturday nights after my son has gone to bed and no ‘gal’s dinners, I kunyihia hwai online. I check my emails, travel through graduates.com, facebook.com, blog abit before getting to my research project. I’ve done this for a few months now, and it’s become a norm.

A few Saturdays ago, I visited facebook.com. I don’t know whether I’m the only one who looks at friends’ friends. But this Sat, I had a look at a few friends’ profiles, their friends, then the friends’ friends, and the friends’ friends etc. And LOL, I saw this face, it looked familiar, a bit aged though.

‘Lol, that was my high school sweet heart.’

Last I saw him was 8 yrs ago (after 12 yrs) when I went home for holidays, I bumped into him on the streets of Nairobi, exchanged phone numbers, met once for coffee near his work place. He told me he was a Legal Advisor in the banking industry; he was married (recently separated) with 2 beautiful boys.

We reminded ourselves of our days, and he told me how heartbroken I had left him when I left home for Europe immediately after school. I had promised to keep in touch, but 6 months later, the distance kept us farther and farther away. He also expressed how unhappy he was in his marriage, and how he was trying to make things work for the sake of the boys. I was not an expert in that area, but I assured him I’d pray for him. 4 days later I was on my flight back to London.

But here he was, on facebook.

I quickly took a trip down memory lane. He was so sweet to me those days. He’d go to the nearby town centre (girls were not allowed to leave the school compound), and bring me goody goodies, and of course he’d bring chapos and katharika when he went home for the weekends. We always went to the dining hall and assembly together, were involved in the same clubs and activities. We even encouraged each other to take extra subjects to be in the same classes more often. We were very compatible. Needless to say, I loved him. Damn distance.

Back to facebook: I poked him, and the next day he not only poked back, but requested to be my friend, he send a message, and scrolled down my contact details for my email and send me a lengthy email, summarising the last 20 yrs in an A4 size letter. HE’S SINGLE AGAIN.

We’ve been emailing each other every day, and we’ve been phoning each other every now and again (I’ve become a big stake holder at the corner shop next to my house - low cost calling cards), and my phone bill is huge. I feel like a teenager in love. I had forgotten how it felt like, and I feel special. This beau is bringing all this back. We’ve been up and down the recalling highway; there is so much to catch up on. Last weekend he reminded me of our second last meeting before I left Kenya. We had just sat our last exam paper, general paper, I think. It was a Tuesday. Apparently we had organised for our luggage to be picked the weekend before, thus, we were very light. We went to Ken-Chick (pornographic chicken) somewhere near the bus station. We talked till very late in the evening.

He took out a ring. He must have picked it up from a curio. It was a cheap thing, (but it meant the world to me). He put it on my middle finger and said it was a token of his love, and that he’d wait for me(3 yrs). I cried, and cried. He held me close. He told me how much he loved me. I promised him I’d be back and we agreed that we’d get married, have 4 babies (2 boys and 2 girls) who’d look exactly like him. (We had seen far, we were both 18). He said he wanted to have the flowers(smile kama maua)in his family, forever.

We then just sat there, not talking for a very long time. We tore off a piece of paper from an exercise book, and started writing love notes, and responding to them, without talking. It was so romantic. We photocopied that paper to remind us of that day, and our promises to each other, sealing our oath. (I kept it for years, until I was convinced it was no more).

2 days later he joined my family and friend to take me to the airport. It was the last time I’d be considered a child. I kissed everyone goodbye, and lastly I hugged him, he held me tight. We were like that for 2-3 good minutes, promising the world to each other. We were true. With my family witnessing all this. No contamination. He went back to ours and spent 3 more days with family, playing the perfect son and brother-in-law. That was 20 yrs ago.

But, thanks to facebook, a few weeks after resurfacing in my life, I think I’m in love with him, again, He’s asked if we can be Mr & Mrs Maua. I would like to, but there are 3 children involved as well (his 2 boys and my son), they do not know yet. He does not live with them, but they are in the equation.

He’s trying to get a visa to come to UK in a few weeks (to get formally engaged) and when my son closes school in summer we’ll go home for a month. He says we should take advantage of that time and just tie the knot. I’d love to, but for the sake of Master Maua (school) I’m not ready to relocate. He does not want to relocate here. He’s more established in Kenya than I am in UK.

Are we dwelling on unfinished business? For 20 yrs there've been several people in my life, and I'm scared of this one being a statistic as well. Blogthren, what do you think I should do?

For once age is just a number – he’s 2 months older

Tagged

I've been tagged and tagged and tagged, yes three times. I've no choice.

rules/rules/rules

Link to the person that tagged you.-
Post the rules on your blog.-
Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.-
Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.-
Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

1 I'm always late for work regardless of how early I get up. I’m rarely late for church or weddings.

2 I hate loud noise and loud music. I get irritated when people play loud music in the buses and trains.

3 I don't get my shoes off, even after a long day at work because my feet get very cold.

4 I never have breakfast at home on week-days. If I try, I forget it on the table, untouched.

5 I’ve not dated for over 3 yrs coz I attract men who are 10yrs younger than me. I look 10-15 yrs younger than my age. What happened to men of my age.

6 I always have a gal’s dinner in my house at least once every 2 months for all my close friends and I to catch up on ‘hot gossip’.

Herein find guys tagged, Ngaaatho, there's no one to tag, they've all been tagged.