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new words..that will never be used..

January 27, 2009 2 comments

unstupidized – the act of removing stupid ideas from people..its usually not possible.

foolishitty – a sense of foolishness at is beyond understanding…very very constant nature

chickenflight – going going going..NOT gone!

broomanity – a state of cleaning up the closet..all the time!

soggymatperson – a door mat personality..with a slimy character

mucousilocity – a proclivity to be a slimy person

collectivision – complete and collective level of disagreement among everyone

imposibamility – the complete inability to emulate Barack Obama..Mugabe/Putin fall here squarely

nothinbetatodoism – where i am right now!

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POW..dear!!

January 27, 2009 Leave a comment

You know, ‘no power’ can mean lot’s of things depending on where you are. In my home town, it means lights out (they just went) while in Zimbabwe, its an MDC thing to have ‘no power’. But am not a politician…right now. In the Middle-East it can mean both issues at the same time while in Russia it means ‘no money’. In church, it’s a God thing..or the lack thereof. Remember Charles Barkley..well his slams had ‘no power’ when Jordan came along. Jane Fonda believes its a food thing while the Pope has a conspiracy around him and ‘no power’ if John Hagee has his way. I have nothing against either of them, then again being politically correct has its ‘no power’ moments…makes you seem spineless. (Lights just came back..sounds like they stepped out for a smoke! English is weak!)

More desperate people have a deeper sense of no power. They are deep..use words like ‘origin, roots, belong and ancestry’. ‘no power’ is no home, no singularity, no colour, no language, no sense of source. ‘no power’ is like a mercedes with no logo, a black and decker with no stamp, a Gucci with no Gucci, a pencil with no Steadler, a South Africa with no Mandela.

Walking in the shadow of a giant is like ‘no power’ relationships which you might be in right now. Go for a concert..

After a long pause, i think…i digressed. I sent a pal for some powder to kill ants. Couldn’t find it. He left me a note. It read ‘no power’. Two things; he can’t spell..and he was twice right. No powder, no power..ants running wild.

What’s your power..wait..powder..hey..POW!!..dear?

English is a weak language..

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Nights of ease..

January 24, 2009 Leave a comment

In about a week from Monday I will sit opposite a lady as familiar to me as the a T-rex, Lockness monster  or Micheal Jackson..more in the dark skin days, to convince her that I am a blank page in some kid’s history book, waiting to be written. So now, its 1am and I have the perverted job actually being that history. Looking at my second blog post ever and my disdain is evident. I think i will belch. Reaching for a glass..milk.

Just left my sister and her beautiful 4 day old baby. Enya is her name. Tiny is her frame. Ohh..it rhymed. She was the most beautiful thing. And cries like madoff owed her. Is strange how much effort goes into making the reality fit to a dream. Less people around you..that way you stick to your guns and have less confrontaions with pride and the solidity of the mushyness of faith. I looked at that little little girl and I guaranteed in my heart that she would have everything she would need to curve out her future on her own. And I fear for her..I still have to get my witts around me. Either that or she will be a a pretty number that sums up a cencus of people fitting a certain geographical space. I reach for my glass…more milk.

Life changes in such a short time. What is a ponzi (sp) scheme. The documentary has not ended. Madoff. When watching HOUSE i learnt something from the butt-forested doctor…sometimes knowing the diagnosis is the problem. Its more fun guessing..and a better learning experience. And that his wife is hot!

In about a week from Monday I will sit opposite a lady as familiar to
me as the KKK, Irish resistance movement or The Fly..wit a big sting, to convince her that I am a blank page in some kid’s
history book, waiting to be written. So now, its 1:42am and I have the fear of actually being that history trying to creep up on me. Thinking if I don’t sleep the day will take a longer time to arrive. Looking at my second blog
post ever and my appreciated success. I think i will belch. Reaching for my glass for the last time..milk.

Catch you later Harvard lady..I will get the schoolarship.

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i thought i would introduce myself..

January 15, 2009 Leave a comment

Brilliant essays, perhaps much unlike this one, have been written in an attempt to epitomize a meaningful existence This first blog will assess two truths. The first is the undeniable

fact that I am invariably human, with my success and failures, all, my actions based on my input and best effort. They are the result of keen focus, lanky scribbling hands, intense concentration, analytical thought process and regurgitated understanding. Though accurate in my gratitude and need for improvement, the second truth about his blog is that I am not quite adequately, the true representation of who I can become. I hope i haven’t lost you yet..

In the 29 years I have walked cognitively on this planet, I have been surrounded by the verbal and environmental assertions constantly suggesting I am not the master of much. Africans, most neither the pleasure of being the best at anything of notoriety nor even something flimsy to carry home under a bright afternoon sun, have learnt
to take their place among the ones who ‘could not’ and I embraced it wholeheartedly. I did the same, but with a twist. My perspective would be of ‘the one that got away’.
I would strive to be more than I was labeled. Not because it took much to settle for what I was meant to believe. After all, as an Kenyan in a developing country full of many more ‘mediocre’, it would be more like being the norm. It would
take more of me not to, and I would have to think myself special to try. To date I have many successes because of diligence and determination, but more so because of the many more failures from which I have learnt and grown from, making each success more prolific.

I live the tale of those shaking off the dirt of flawed identities, grinding lack, and a soul-less existence to rise to heights previously unknown in a society in which natural selection is development in its most compassionate form. There is lot’s I was not meant to do..that I did a while back. I cannot guarantee the direction my future will take but I can guarantee its foundation; relentless hard work, unquestionable character, an optimistic attitude, faith to strive
and aspire and compassion towards my fellow man. My interpretation of success is not superiority to others, but as a mirror on which others see the reflection of who they can become when they embark on the journey of applying themselves and realizing their true potential.

Nowhere in this blog will you find an excuse for my median performance. You will find instead the hopes, aspirations and determination that come together to construct the young man who puts these words down. This is as
much the proof of my growth as it is a declaration of purpose. My being is set on diligently working to be one of repute and of prudence. Yet though I will seek but neither guarantee honors in ribbons nor distinctions in delirium (those , i figure, aren’t worth pursuing..they do the following), I will pledge myself to champion respectable yet fierce debate,
complete immersion in information acquired and knowledge shared, passionately interaction and genuine student involvement with a consistent clarity of vision and steadiness of character.

I have learnt empathy and compassion for those who can not understand, can not afford,can not stand up and have been left out. I have applied myself to know-how, mastering the propensity to reach-out, and honed the expertise that makes me the example and helps me lead the way. I know to embrace partners over policy, principle over practice and people over process. And I do enjoy an hour of cartoons…

Few, while in their sun set years, confess to living a life of fully realised potential. I know with a deep level of certainty, that with my determination and your opportunity, I will add my name to that plak that proves that I to and those
like me, can be brilliant.

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