37 day Warp

37 days. That was the verdict. 37 days.

Few steps back. I got food poisoning over the long weekend and the doc gave me the world of drugs. I hate hospitals. I hate doctors. But more than all that, I hate drugs. Always have, always will. The former 2 are hated for their tendancy to result in the need for the latter.

Anyway, that part I could have hacked, but it didn't end there. The world of drugs were to be taken over a period of 37 days. No alcohol allowed. How the hell does one go through 37 days without alcohol? What is one supposed to do? This is a genuine question. I'm on day 3 and getting tired of the tonic...

Likely to seek a second opinion!

The future is wireless? Please no!

Today was a day created by God to show me why we must resist technological advances and embrace human resources (even though they be civil servants!)

Get a call in the morning from work (I'm on leave studying for exams (hence the great increase of activity in the blogosphere)) and I urgently needed to access my email. So I plug in my Safcom thingamajing and I get an error message (Error 1717 ... like that should mean something to me ...) I try again and again only to realize that I don't have cash (Damn that Sauti Sol video that I played over and over yesterday!). So I load up with credit (thank you m-pesa inventor) and try again ... just to get the same error message. I call Customer Care 6 million and 15 times but it obviously doesn't go through (heck I'm only a customer .. why shoud it?). I try accessing the net on my phone to no avail. *sigh*

My mood clouded, I decide to go to town to pick a few things and get some cash. I go to the ATM machine to find it being serviced. So I walk off to another branch only to find an error message. I bid for time (impending exam weighing heavily on mind), buy stuff with the cash I had and go back to machine A only to find a &*%#@| error message! ("Wale watu walikuwa wanatengeneza walisema watarudi" the helpful watchman tells me)

I'm upset. I'm pressed for time. I'm hungry. I don't have money. (aaaaaaarrrgh!) Lucky for me I still had some m-pesa money on my phone so I withdrew some.

When I got home, I was releived to find that the net was up. Just now I'm surprised to find m-pesa is down.

Join me in throwing some device or other against a wall ...

Of Sauti and The Colour White

I absolutely love these guys and this song in particular. Wonder where I can get their CD ...



Unrelated matter: jana I got into a mat on my way to town. So the kange is calling for other guys to get in and this chick shows up dressed immaculately in white. She stands at a distance showing interest in boarding and the kange has to go to her to find out what her misgivings were. They chat shortly and she decides to board.

Chick-D saunters over to the mat and decides that she will seat upfront. She slowly opens her bag, as we all wonder what's going on, and removes a khoi khoi. She slowly unfolds it and proceeds to tie it around her waist before she boards the mat. The kange is besides himself in stitches and his pal starts asking kwani they don't wash the seats ...

Dress in white if you like. Cover yourself up before boarding public transportation if it tickles your fancy. But for heaven's sake don't hold the rest of us hostage for upwards of 10 minutes as you go about your shannanigans!

Of Old Professions and Street Etiquette

So I'm seated at home comfortably browsing the web instead of studying for my upcoming exams as I should be when I hear some commotion outside. I mute the TV to hear what's going on and I hear a woman claiming that she's being thuped by some jamaa. I peer out the window and find indeed that there's a jamaa and a chick on the ground outside all but exchanging blows. I'm in shock and for a moment my feminist side almost has me flying down the stairs (super woman to the rescue) but then I get to hear what the confrontation was all about.

The woman stands in the middle of the road, having disengeged herself from the dude, and with arms akimbo declares loudly enough for the people in Madagascar to hear, "Mimi ni malaya!" By now a crowd has started to gather and this does not phase her from going on "Na utanilipa! Umesha ni tomba na sasa ulipe!"

2 things. First, there are certain JD's that require a certain tenacity and strength of spirit to undertake. I've heard too many a story of what can go wrong in the oldest profession.

Second, the least you can do as a purchaser of certain services is pay for them. Would you walk into the NSE buy shares and refuse to pay?

As for those creating a disturbance in the hood, the guy took off (perhaps overcome with embarassment) and the damsel chased after him to declare his mis-deeds further afield and secure the Kshs. 1,800.00 she was owed.

And in other drastically unrelated news, there's an ad on TV for Rotavirus which is said to kill quite a number of kids annually. Wouldn't one think that a serious topic deserving a sombre mood? Well, the genious who got the contract to create the ad went ahead to give it a yellow and red background with pictures of kids and ... a chirpy instrumental version of 'yankee doodle'. Need I say more?