Sluggish

I've already been through my quarter-life crises (emerging successfully at the other end) and I'm too young to be going through my mid-life crises so I will settle for a denominator of 3. I'm going through my third life crises. Food isn't as tasty, the colours aren't so bright and things just generally seem dull. I go to work everyday with reducing passion and even the thought of going to my local is tiring. There are a few flashes of excitement here and there and every once in a while somthing has me in stitches but it's not the usual me. If I were brighter then (oh the blissful ignorance of youth!) I would have kept a log of what I did to surmount the feeling of lethargy that comes with these crisi (? either that or crises'). As I am too lazy, I will not now manage the energy to keep a log for when the mid one hits.

Yeah well!

In a totally unrelated matter, here's an article I stumbled across online. Strange. Question is, how do you ensure your husband gets the choice parts?

Bon apetit

Leo I went for lunch at some dingy nyama joint in Kangemi. You know the sort: small, smoky, uses makaa/firewood to cook, 95.89% of the clientelle are jamaas (those places have the best meat in the world). The writing on the wall (which is not meant as a figure of speech had such choice snippets as
"Dan the hotel chef is a champion cook and also the coach of Chelsea";
"Wawesh wa stima is also brother to Fabrigas, Ruto, Uhuru, etc";
"There are those who eat very little but make the most noise like ... (followed by a litany of names)";
"For Customa Care call 07..."

Have an entertaining and well fed weekend.

Kenya -vs- Uganda

The Uganda Cranes & Harambee Stars met this weekend in what all expected to be a memorable clash. The Ugandans showed their solidarity for their team and travelled in huge numbers by all means possible including those great red Kampala Coaches. I was excited. My previous plans of going out of town were cancelled by The Hangover I had so I decided to at least settle down and watch the game, cheering from a distance as I was sure 3/4 of Kenya would (the other 1/4 being at the stadium). Promptly at 4pm I was seated at a bar in Westi ready to watch the unfolding action. What? Sorry? I mustn't have heard you right, are you saying it's not being televised on DSTV? That DSTV are showing some random Tanzanian game?(no offence (picked that from a Heartstrings Play I watched on Sunday)) These South Africans are terrible ... well OK, let's just watch it on Citizen or NTV. Now you must be joking. We're sure our athletes will do great but right now we want to watch the match! KBC? No? But wait ... stop ... read right there .. it says at the bottom that we can catch the match live on KBC Idhaa ya Taifa. WHAT?! That's KBC Radio?! (Choice expletives censored due to age range of audience)

How is it that I cannot watch my country play against a neighbouring country while the match unfolds in my own back yard!? Even those who bought VIP tickets like my pal were locked out! Shame shame. There was even a Ugandan guy on news who said that he'd bought VIP tickets and travelled for 2 days to watch the match only to be locked out. Shame shame!

I went back home and came to know of the score from TV when the daft radio presenter (not KBC but some other station) kept repeating "Kenya haijashinda" (refer to choice expletives above!)