new life, new cash, fast car

ever wondered what it would be like have one of those jobs where you get paid for just doing things that you naturally like doing do. I like dancing but i do not think my gluts are that flexible so I am settling on being a hit person. I am willing to just break legs though. no actual killing unless you are among the annoying peeps av met.

life is beautiful and am about to graduate in december (if things go the way the way i want them to go). we all have desires and wishes and things can beatiful if we want them to be and work hard and are dealt a good card. I am hoping that things will be beautiful. I pray they will be.

so to finish up my story, if you have lots of cash and want to have some fun bullying one of your annoying friends, give me a call on 972 972 9720. I will talk to them for long (worse than poking their eye)

i need an energizer

I need an energezer battery. and not just the triple a size for personal use. i am feeling like i need a break from everything. just a moment to breath and remind myself that life is beautiful. i know things will be ok.

I am also thinking of home and praying that things will be ok and saying a prayer for everyone affected.

life beginning POLE POLE

that is the kind of pole pole that my pal sammy says. there is a way he says it that he actually performs the phrase by saying it (i have forgotten the name for that. thank goodness it is not in the exam)

so maisha for me is ok. first week of school and i am busy like it is the mid sem. I have started on my stuff early this semester. I have been reading and the more i read the more i realize i do not know a lot. it is kind of amazing.

I cut my hair last month and i kinda look boyish. with the pimples and the short hair, that would explain my luck or lack thereof in some issues. Cutting my hair was like a beginning for me. kind of like shedding some. Knowing that the cycle of life means giving up some things for others. (ok. i cut it coz i was too busy to maintain my hair)

what is weighing heavily on me is the fact that there are chaos at home. As i take a moment to meditate today i think of all the things we need to cut of, things that we need to give up as a nation to get something new. I say a prayer that things are gonna be nice that maisha will go back to how it was if not better and that we will be the home bila matata where we take life pole pole

end of the semester fiascos

I am always fascinated by the end of the semester drama. I am always trying to finish a paper (even if I had the whole sem to finish). I always have students who have been missing class but urgently need to see me and most importantly, the sleepless nights hoping that I do well. This is the time of the semester when wine and antidepressants come in handy. Things have been so bad that for a minute there, I was contemplating suicide, until I realized I am too busy to even get time to commit suicide. If you feel me, let me know I am not alone. Trying to hang in there, it is just one more week...

sex with fat people

Ok. I have never been with a fat person but i thought that title was catchy after my class on thursday.

My current favorite quote: 'of course fat people have sex, how else would you account for fat babies?' Kelly T, you are my hero. Other than being my favorite lecturer so far, she gets my jokes.

I have had that conversation with other folks. but kellly t put the fullstop on it. Yes fat people get freaky!

My interesting student this week: ON an essay on communication, he wrote about himself and his wife, yes, hilda wambui. I do not think i have been that drunk of late, i would remember attending my wedding. nonetheless, having admirers sure feels cool.

Ok. I am slim and so no fat babies with my student.

These are my confessions

I have to confess that every time i hear a song about insanity. I think about myself. I am not saying that I am not sane. The voices in my head tell me that I am. Plus Joram used to tell me I am entitled to five minutes of madness every day. I tend to think that my moments occur when I am fast asleep. Unfortunately, that was not last week for me.

First of all, there is a class that is just freaking me out. Let me just say that I am afraid for my grades. I do not seem to get what is going on in that class. I do not understand the lecturer and clarification from the lecturer leaves me more confused than I was. Oh, and mmmm, I did not mention about favoritism in the class which is... oh well...

My airbed got spoilt and I had to sleep on the couch which is as comfortable as sleeping while seated. The floor was not an option as my little house has wooden floors.

I also had to go to court for a speeding ticket. I got lost and was late.

I also got me a stalker. I caught a student cheating in the exam and they kept following me around after a confrontation in class. I am only interested in stalkers who are tall and handsome and built and ....


Having been sick, I went to see a doctor who put her fingers where I do not think anything should go in. She described it as 'mild discomfort'. MILD DISCOMFORT MY A*!? After the experience, I now know why men hate going for their check-ups....

Good thing about my week, I got me a real mattress and bed and I am chasing my insanity back to where it belongs. To my dreams!

uchovu ukizidi, ona daktari

OK, I have to confess, the only thing I do during my free time is sleep. Do not get me wrong. I am not one of those many slobs (although i think life would be easier if everyone thought i was, then they would not have high expectations...) I am so busy that I rarely have free time. I have to confess that I am a bit of a masochist and pain brings me pleasure (feel free to let you mind wander). If I was not a masochist, how else would i do all i do and deprive myself sleep? I am a bit of a workaholic and I like being busy, it brings me both pain and pleasure that I cannot explain. I like pushing myself to find out where my boundaries lie.

One final confession: In August I was really sick and I lost 15 pounds in a week. that made me feel sexy (no, not having to rush to the emergency room, the 15 pounds lighter). However, my sister (who is my current self-appointed mother) did not like it, and that is when she gave me the long talk about the importance of taking care of myself. I am trying. Although I have to confess that I did like the buttered garlic bread and egg diet that made me relive my pregnancy (pimples, pimples and more pimples). I now try to eat a balanced diet (spacing my drinks to morning, afternoon and evening).

I am realizing that life is precious and that i need to take life a day at a time that there is no rush, and to remember that mzee kobe always won the race because he was wise not fast. That I have to take care of myself, know what my priorities are and find out if I should get a tattoo..

All the same, I am tired and uchovu umezidi, I need to see a doc but only if he promises to inflict pain.

When am I gonna close school.