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Haunting Words

Thursday, January 27, 2005
These words keep on haunting me and it probably has to do with the period of insanity that seems to be going around , what is it about humans that behave in stupid and unforgivable ways, whenever things like this appear l wonder if l am not a catalyst in all this. I know that l am Numero uno in my life, that no one else is living this life and that l am an active participant in my existence and therefore, l am not a witness to any of this, but l wish the stupid fuckwit and putz who is sending me blank texts and pornographic texts would cease immediately. But here are the words
" Everyone of us gets through tough times because someone is there standing in the gap to close it for us."- Oprah

The Rant

Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Why is it men like sizing women up as if they are fitting them up for a coffin or is it how easy it would be to carry them up a flight of stairs to show off their manliness. God save me from these men who have a persistent hard-on in their eye. That is the leer of ugly like I am undressing you and the expectation is that you also share similar feelings about them, one thing that I know is that I am very picky about the men I fancy; they have to have some redeeming qualities and not just in the looks department. I have two different men who have perfected this art of thinking that they are hot and that I am available to them. With them I might just fix a banner with the words writ large; " GO AWAY and stop hounding me !" Sadly, there are the ones I would not wish on other women so the banner would read "GO AWAY AND STOP HOUNDING WOMEN!"

Big Sister

Dear God please help her to wake up, I need, miss and love her so. She kicked my butt, she helped me achieve, she annoyed me, irritated me, angered me, made me laugh, made me happy too but I love her and miss her so, I thought I would drink myself to oblivion and not feel, not feel. It has been two years. Did you ever know you are my hero? Big sisters who make you think, who make you reflect- that thing about someone there who constantly challenges me. God I miss her so.

Two years ago at 6 pm on Radio 4 news the announcer read the news about a plane crash in western Kenya and that there were cabinet ministers in the newly elected NARC government. I acknowledged it yet dismissed it because it was unlikely that Wanjiru would be in that plane until Njeri called at 7pm. I had just returned to uninversity 2nd year!

Vanity

Thursday, January 20, 2005
I happened to glance at my dressing table and the potions, lotions and creams, hair oil, nail polish, remover and all the blah blah a woman may need made me shake my head as I realised that there was a lot of stuff on that dressing table and whether wanting to be well-groomed, clean and tidy is a sign of vanity. My circumstances are strange as I am supposed to fit in this mould and I find that there is a smell certain people have of unwashed bodies and in this weather it can be claustrophobic sitting in the bus or next to a stinky-poo in the library can really spoil one’s enjoyment. Of course, after using some stuff on my feet called “foot cocoon” and some lovely body lotion, taking care of myself this way is not vanity but good sense, I do have some serious soft arm and legs and you should see my feet.

Hello Blog

It is not that I forgot about you or that l started another blog elsewhere, l did not have much access to computers but l am back and there is a lot to say.