Waaringa

It's been over two months since I blogged.No excuse is good enough I am having one of those days,once I told a friend that and he assumed I was having my periods. Am having a bad day.Most things have gone wrong,all due to me;my personality. My best friend is at work and this is the only space available to rant. Work went wrong,thanks to my idiot brother,free advice people,if you can,avoid getting into business with your family.The idiots get away with murder and you ,the sane person is left to deal with the police. And should you,like my father leave a business to your family to inherit,kindly put everything in writing. It'll stop your family members from having fantasies of each other's death. That,coupled with being taken advantage of by some fellows I worked with left me counting my failures.Over a milkshake and burger,I even had a term for this'mistake making streak' In fact all those platitudes about looking on the bright side of life,being glad that...

Our saving grace as Kenyans is our sense of humour.We  are able to laugh(eventually)even at disaster. On Sept 30th,all fake mobile phones were being were switched off(of course it's not the buyer's fault that the Kenyan gvt allowed the phones to be imported  in the first place,that that is Nokia's and Samsung's headache and that the average Kenyan doesn't know what a 'fake'mobile phone is,if he/she is able to call/text/browse/take photos etc using their handset,then it is a real mobile phone,but I digress) And as usual,Kenyans took this in their stride and sent the jokes to mark this event.  My favourites are: i)Han yu pak sang hao shi yung ching pen han haoshi peng yu mia jaa min pai ja xian jiao yong leeyin hang ni men chong yung shen xian....Yong pa koo,ki mei jaa.I can c u r really struggling to read,nakuambia have a good evening,niko China kurudisha phone yangu wanirudishie pesa before midnyt! ii)Dear customer,do not think we've forgotten to...

One of the crappy things about being Kenyan is how anyone with power will always lord it over you. We learnt this early one,in primary school,once your best friend was elected by the class teacher to be the class prefect or monitor,your relationship changed. You would no longer share lunch,borrow her pencil or talk to her as freely as before. And this effect was obvious all over,when your uncle  became chief,the relationship with your parents and his other siblings changed,when your mother was elected to the church council,your bosom buddy at work received a promotion......... And therein the notion that if you are in a position of influence or power.your responsibilities become your privileges,therefore when carrying out your duties,it seems you are doing others a favour. It is a local Administrator's duty to issue a burial permit for example,but when you go to get one,many a time you have to court him and usually you have to thank him later In all the funerals I have attend...

Before I have the time to blog,I get all these fantastic(to me)ideas on what to write, sometimes even 3/4 ideas at a time,until I sit down to actually do it. Why is it so hard to put ideas into words? And why do they sound brilliant in my head but once you put them down  you wonder what the hell you were thinking??? Why does it seem you have a whole thesis then when you type it's only a few lines? Or is it just me.

I am reading Joel Rothschild's Signals.It is  deeply inspiring to me,especially since I have never read a memoir by a HIV+ person( recommendations are welcome) It is in this spirit that I highly welcome the news that the US has approved Stribild, a once a day pill to treat HIV. I have seen the many tablets that patients who are on ARVs  take,some as many as 16 and this is welcome news. Of course it's going to be a while before this pill is available in Nariobi. Still,I choose to celabrate this breakthrough,kudos Gilead Sciences

There was a joke during rounds on the net years ago on how women/men are like computers. According to the women,one of the ways men are like computers is if you get one,you realise if you had waited a few months you could have got a better model. I was single for a whole year and now that am in a relationship,the 'better models'are out. My friend Lucy has remarked about it several times,when you are not in a relationship,no man appears to be interested;the minute you get into one,hordes of them appear out of the woodwork,and the funny part is that some of them were around when you were available.Must be Murphy's relationship law

I unknowingly went out with a married man for a week.Of course he said he wasn't married,claimed he had been separated from his wife for years. I had my suspicions which were confirmed  and the tell tale signs included i)he used to insist on going home for lunch ii)rarely picked up my calls-would prefer to call me back iii)always suggesting to be invited to my place but never invited me to his iv)at night,he would call me from the kitchen(would hear pots banging in the background-for authenticity I think)or outside the house.This is what made me call a friend of mine who happens to be his neighbour to confirm.All my previous boyfriends had no problem chatting when they were in bed v)Pushed for sex almost immediately,claimed willingness to wait when he noticed my reservation. vi)had handy excuses for not picking up my calls,not replying texts,bouncing dates Of course any one or two of the above is no proof of marriage. And a word to the married men,some women will  go...