Category Archives: Blog Guests

Now you KNOW!!!

This week I’m experimenting a bit I’ve opened my blog a tad and have invited guest bloggers to blog on my blog. Why, you ask? Well, couple of reasons:

  1. Highlight some of the lesser known talents
  2. Convince some people who should be blogging to try their hand
  3. My next post will be ‘Ask M‘) where i will answer anything you ask. So ask now or forever hold your peace!
  4. Why not?
  5. Because I can

Today’s guest is the outspoken Eclipse rising to a challenge raised here

Well I have today’s guest slot so here goes! Didnt have any rants or extracts from parents’ magazine so this is all I could do. I had to share my personal profile..njoy!

This is Eclipse, at a glance (of this page)

Currently, I am waiting to enjoy my 3rd major salary and as usual waste it on…

Previously, I was drinking cheap liquor and chasing women at the headquarters of all evil things……yes! Campus!

Academically, I am a graduate of the University of *********, been through ***** high school and ****** Primary School.

Naturally, I am a hater, sadist, bigmouth inspired by simplicity, relevance and originality.

Leisurely, I like eating, hating, being useful and basically anything ending with the suffix *ing.

Favorably, black is my color, small bodied chiks(laptops) WHO CAN COOK. I think small puppies are pretty harmless and sweet to watch(after feeding them hot or heavily peppered meat).

Outstandingly, my bright ear-to-ear smile is my asset. It has lit up many lives and dark alleys in my life. did i mention my big mouth?

Personally, I am passionate of my work, resourceful, a team player and have a knack for quality and originality. I hate fakes!

Inspirationally, who else….M! for his rudeness(remember feeding those chiks with fish n loaves?), creativity, and foul/big/unfiltered mouth. Oh yes!.do you remember a comedy called Becker…yeah that annoying doctor? Another role model!

Professionally, computers and more computers…

Honestly, I usually don’t give a shit!

Proudly, tall and dark…handsome is relative!

Fondly, when I got my first *******************

Summarily, I am different, thoughtfully, deep (in more than one way) and simple in deed.

And Sincerely, you are welcome to know me better (ladies ONLY).

Guest: Blogga what? Blogga Please

This week I’m experimenting a bit I’ve opened my blog a tad and have invited guest bloggers to blog on my blog. Why, you ask? Well, couple of reasons:

  1. Highlight some of the lesser known talents
  2. Convince some people who should be blogging to try their hand
  3. My next post will be ‘Ask M‘) where i will answer anything you ask. So ask now or forever hold your peace!
  4. Why not?
  5. Because I can

Today’s guest is Mutumia

Blogga what? Blogga Please

By Mutumia

My name is Mutumia and I am a blogger. Now I say this with two parts pride (soundtrack “I am Unbwogable”); one part guilty admission (sound track “Whodda thunk it?”) and at least three parts shame-on-me (sound track “It’s me oh Lord, standing in the need of prayer”)… Yes I know that’s five parts- what??? But as I was saying, it’s a funny thing about blogging as I find myself now quite entrenched in the routine of blogging (shameless self promotional plug here). And while I’m still new to this whole posting a blog thing, I had been a lurker for a long time, then shifted from stealth mode to opaque mode where I used to comment as “Ann Otieno Nimas” (Ann O. Nimas) and finally- y’know it was downhill all the way from there…

Anyway, I digress. Now, I love blogging as it exposes you to

1) An opportunity to fill in all your knowledge gaps: You know all those stray thoughts that flit through your mind — e.g. “I wanted to write something deep for M’s spot but my finger hurts- maybe I can go to Wal-Mart and get something for it- and I wonder if today is the day that I’ll get my puncture – and why isn’t my neighbour’s kid’s band doing practice, and I wonder if when they’re rich and famous, I can say that I used to listen to them way back when and score a ticket to their show and impress my young and impressionable toy boy – who I will be telling stories about Shokolokobangoshe”

*stop! Freeze!*

If I were to blog about Shokolokobangoshe— like who the heck was she, someone will fill me in. Or if I blog about neighbour’s kid’s band being quite awful, there’ll be someone who’ll give me tips on how to block out said music. Y’know?

*Looking at M. who’s making circular motions with his hand telling me to speed it along*

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Guest: My neck, My back, My RANT

This week I’m experimenting a bit I’ve opened my blog a tad and have invited guest bloggers to blog on my blog. Why, you ask? Well, couple of reasons:

  1. Highlight some of the lesser known talents
  2. Convince some people who should be blogging to try their hand
  3. My next post will be ‘Ask M‘) where i will answer anything you ask. So ask now or forever hold your peace!
  4. Why not?
  5. Because I can

Today’s guest is Sidaki, who blogs apparently on the cycle of every eclipse. It’s a bit on the short side, but I’m led to believe it is a teaser ….

My neck, My back, My RANT

By Sidaki

I’m in a rather nasty mood today and seeing as how I am a good guy, I will spread the feeling around. I must warn you not to expect any clever witicisms or thought provoking phrases, I’ll leave that to M. You may not agree with what you read but tolerate me for a while. After all, it is a rant.

1. News!

You see, I’m from the old school, just like Yasmin. I remember the days when news was news. No interludes where the news caster stops to drink a glass of water, or worse yet, feels that I am interested in his take on the day’s news. Those were the good old days when the news-caster would wear a dark suit and a tie and sit in the heat of the studio lights and read what was in front of him (from a foolscap) like a professional.

Not these new age trollops who read the news from a screen, appearing intelligent the whole while trying to hide the fact that they are completely ignorant of what they are talking about. To make it worse, they start talking to each other! Exchanging what they fondly believe to be jokes.

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Guest: Scaling fences

This week I’m experimenting a bit I’ve opened my blog a tad and have invited guest bloggers to blog on my blog. Why, you ask? Well, couple of reasons:

  1. Highlight some of the lesser known talents
  2. Convince some people who should be blogging to try their hand
  3. My next post will be ‘Ask M‘) where I will field questions from you. So ask now or forever hold your peace!
  4. Why not?
  5. Because I can

Today’s guest is the one and only Guessaurus. ‘Nuff sed.

Scaling Fences

By Guessaurus

Def: n A structure serving as an enclosure, a barrier, or a boundary, usually made of posts or stakes joined together by boards, wire, or rails

Everybody knows what a fence is; everybody has had to scale one, to be behind one and to be outside one. Fences are built to keep people in, and they are built to keep people out! Undesirables are kept out and in.

In prison I would assume everybody wants to be on the outside (not had any personal experience there), same in boarding school (had loads of experience here). In Morocco people die trying to scale one to get to this side (Europe), but they being the undesirables are killed by the guards who are trying to keep them out!
Like marriage, there are people who would scale heights to get in, and there are others who would burn bridges to get out!

So you are in wanting to get out, or out wanting to get in. I, on the other hand am building my own classification of humans – that of the fence persuasion.

Def. 2: Idiom: Undecided as to which of two sides to support; uncommitted or neutral

See, I knew in a roundabout kinda way we would get to the point, just too many damned fences to scale before we got here:)

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Guest: My Dirty Little Secret

This week I’m experimenting a bit I’ve opened my blog a tad and have invited guest bloggers to blog on my blog. Why, you ask? Well, couple of reasons:

  1. Highlight some of the lesser known talents
  2. Convince some people who should be blogging to try their hand
  3. My next post will be ‘Ask M‘) where I will answer anything you ask. So ask now or forever hold your peace!
  4. Why not?
  5. Because I can

Today’s guest is Yasmine. She’s already blogs, but under another name altogether.

My Dirty Little Secret

By Yasmin

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another, and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it. J.M. Barrie, novelist and playwright (1860-1937)

It was never meant to be this way. The fairy tales go “girl meets boy, boy loves girl or whatever it is that happens nowadays and they have children then live happily ever after.

It was never meant to read like my script.

Man meets girl. Man loves girl…

You see I loved this man and he loved me back like no one of his species had ever done. He accepted me with my quirkiness and me him and we spent lots of time combining our ideas on the ideal world. He fit so well into my grooves and made the road race called life worth the while.

Problem was he came with baggage.

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Guest: The Busting of Benson

This week I’m experimenting a bit. I’ve opened my blog a tad and have invited guest bloggers to blog on my blog. Why, you ask? Well, couple of reasons:

  1. Highlight some of the lesser known talents
  2. Convince some people who should be blogging to try their hand
  3. My next post will be ‘Ask M‘) where i will answer anything you ask. So ask now or forever hold your peace!
  4. Why not?
  5. Because I can

If you got an invite please let me know by the end of today if you’re in or not so that I can arrange for someone else.

Today’s guest chooses to call himself Chrenyan and is indeed one of my best friends. He’s not started blogging and I’m working tirelessly to get him to do just that.

Primary School Reminiscences: The Busting of Benson

By Chrenyan

Much has been said in other blogs about that bane of yesteryear’s Kenyan primary school student, the cane. It is my turn to weigh in with a couple of yarns from my own brief time in primary school about just what used to happen during a caning. The following tale is adapted from a real life occurrence that took place in 1993, with changes made to protect identities and to entertain the reader.

The scene is a primary school situated in what is called one of Nairobi’s leafy suburbs. Our story revolves around a young student we shall call Benson. Benson was a long, thin fellow with large eyes and a face that was capable of assuming a most lugubrious attitude in the face of Authority. He was, for the most part, a thoroughly agreeable fellow. But the chief characteristic of Benson’s character was its duality. Benson was riotous when Authority was absent and was transformed into a docile, timid schoolboy the minute a teacher walked in. His changeability was a source of great puzzlement for me when he joined the class in Standard Seven. But as I have since discovered, there is (or has been) a bit of the Benson in all of us. I digress. Continue reading Guest: The Busting of Benson