Ask M

Posted February 15th, 2006 in R&R by M

Lydia

How long have you been online?

Just under 10 years

Do you try to separate your online persona from your real one?

I tried very hard and failed.

Experience you’re looking forward to most?

Little fingers pulling my trouser leg and a little face looking up at me, certain that there’s nothing I can’t do

Do you think you could stop blogging if you wanted to?

The simple answer — oh yes. In a heartbeat.

Chebet

Do you have a girlfriend?

Yes <: -p

Will she mind a co-wife?

=))

Adrian

What do you do professionally?

ICT

Where did you go to school?

Strathmore then Nairobi Uni

Where do you see yourself in 20 years?

Sitting on a swing in my backyard with my son on my lap

Guess

What is the thing that disappoints you most about the human race?

For a gentle race humans can behave even worse than savage beasts. Still don’t understand how things like The Holocaust and Rwanda and Kosovo still happen

Of your various multiple personalities, which one is your most    favourite and why. Which is your least favourite?

=)) Well … that would explain a lot! Favourite – definitely the daring one that speaks his mind and always has a story somewhere or the other to tell. Least? Probably the quiet one.

I dare you to write something about sex (so out of your blog character) – and I will match you word for word :)

>:)

Prousette

Do you think being gay is a biological thing or it is a choice someone makes?

Dunno. Doesn’t matter — let people be free to do their thing.

Do you believe in God? Unconventionally or otherwise and why?

Certainly. A lot more unconventionally than my priest would like. Not a fan or rituals or set prayers – I prefer to have a friendly banter with the Big Man

What do men want? From your privileged position as a man generally,  and in particular.

Men want room to be men. Me? I want simplicity.

Do you have a curly kit?

=)) Certainly not!

Where did the people who suggested you did have the insinuation of its presence on your scalp?

I dunno … the quality of weed is dropping like a stone, au siyo Gichu?

Kenyan Musings

What is your earliest childhood memory?

First day at school

What is the one thing you cannot go a day without?

Strong tea (2 tea bags)

What is the one thing you think women do not understand about men, and they should?

Most of us have no time or inclination for hints, innuendos, subtleties, double guessing, etc

What is your favorite thing to do on a lazy Sunday morning?

What else? SLEEP!

Arab

Are you a professional of some sort

I suppose … yep

SpellCheque

Why do you keep your hair so long?

Because I happen to like it that way. Any given day it ranges from looking vaguely unkempt to total disaster like but I like it. Plus it’s therapeutic when the brain cells are not co-operating. Pulling on it seems to help

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Awards 2005

Posted December 20th, 2005 in News, R&R by M

[EDIT]

For yet another year, the annual awards have come around. Winners are final. Without much further ado:

Woman Of The Year

Conjestina Achieng

Conjestina
Conjestina came onto the boxing scene with a bang and has stayed in the limelight. From very humble beginnings she has floored all opposition far and wide and still manages to keep it real. You have not lived until you have seen Conjestina pummelling the competition out of their collective misery. It is said, and with good reason, that Leila Ali is reluctant to step up to Conjestina.You go girl!

Man Of The Year

Maina Kiai

Maina Kiai

As head of the Kenya National Human Rights Commission, this gentleman has taken the government to task at every level and at every opportunity, despite the fact that he is a government employee! From speaking out against human rights abuses, corruption in the government, and the misuse of government resources he has been consistent in the face of stiff political and tribal opposition.

Paul Tergat

Tergat
Ever smiling, ever optimistic Paul Tergat has done a lot on and off the athletics track. As a phenomenal and humble athlete he has contributed to the sport and continues to boost the image of the country. As a goodwill ambassador he continues to spread the message of hope. As a sportsman he has helped organize the sportsman of the year awards.

Inspiration Of The Year

Kimani Ngure

Ngure
He’s 80+. But he went back to school. He wears school uniform. He sits with his fellow students. He doesn’t ask for special treatment. He’s determined to finish school. Hats off to you sir!

Disappointment Of The Year

John Githongo

Githongo
I just stopped shy of calling this award the Coward Of The Year. No one is disputing the kitchen was hot and the corrupt were fighting. But to flee and hide in London giving bullshit lectures on corruption? Not giving pointers to those fighting the fight? I’m not impressed. There are many other Kenyans who have stayed behind in very turbulent, very dangerous settings to fight the good fight. People like Maina Kiai and David Munyakei who are on the front line and have sacrificed despite the constant pressure.

Clowns Of The Year

The Kenya Football Federation

When it comes to clowning off, few can compete with the KFF. Kenyan soccer has managed to deteriorate to an extent that there was a time we were banned by FIFA altogether. Now we are undergoing fiasco after fiasco, with two parallel groups purporting to be running the KFF. We have two secretary generals and complete sets of staff each insisting the other is illegal

Hot Air Of The Year

Jointly shared by the United Nations and the African Union, who have been talking, talking and talking about Darfur for yet another year until they’re blue in the face, and neither look like they are about to slow down with the talking.

Fighting Team Of The Year

Wigan Athletic

Wigan
At the end of last season, and at the beginning of this one, few could spell, let alone know, who or what Wigan was. They’ve fought tooth and nail and given everyone including Chelsea a run for their money.

What Happened Team Of The Year

Arsenal FC


I’m a die hard supporter, and will continue to remain so, but my lads this year you have been a pale shadow of your pale shadow!

Ass of The Year

There has been stiff competition for this one by Kenyan politicians. No matter how low the bar is, this motley collection of individuals have managed to slither under. But two have risen head and shoulders above their brethren

Chirau Ali Mwakwere

Chirau Mwakwere
This gentleman has caused considerable speculation that his credentials as a career diplomat were sourced from a local butchery. Each and every time he has opened his mouth he has continued to reinforce this idea. His hallmark moment was declaring that Kenyan Hostages has been freed in Iraq, to the bewilderment of hostages and captors and the world at large, apparently on the strength of an SMS from a local number

Kiraitu Murungi

Kiraitu
This gentleman must have work overtime to find ways and means to annoy everyone within and without range. Arrogance has taken an entirely new meaning under him, whether he is declaring the Anglo Leasing Scandal a scandal that never was, or declaring that the Yes campaign would shake every corner of the country, or that the referendum was a government project. His hallmark moment:

“It is like raping a woman who is already willing … HA HA HA!!!”

Face Of The Year


M, I’d put yours but that would complicate issues for you :D

Drama Queen Of The Year

Lucy Kibaki

When not on the case of World Bank Country directors, seeking to know who their mothers were, she was terrorizing journalists at Nation Center and slapping others and wrote her name in the book of infamy. While I was in Botswana the only thing the Botswanans knew about Kenya was that our First Lady was loco

Audacity Of The Year

Mwai Kibaki

Kibaki
Dictating a detailed code of conduct prohibiting rewarding of friends and family with jobs and promotion purely on merit and then having the temerity to do just that and bring his golf buddies, old school friends and political cronies plum jobs

The WTF Award

This award is granted to those people that make us want to pinch ourselves and see if we are in a really bad dream

Maina Kamanda

Kamanda
Despite barely having opposable thumbs, this gentleman is the minister for gender affairs

Kalembe Ndile

Kalembe
This gent can can barely read and write, is an assistant minister, and will be articulating government policy on behalf of 30 million Kenyans

Njega Karume

Njenga Karume
He can just barely go through the alphabet, and is unlikely to know which end of a missile to point at the enemy, is the Defence minister. In theory he could end up in the same room as Condolleezza Rice, where he will say things like “Would I like some cruise missiles for Kenya? No thanks — I think I prefer those that go at full speed.”

Trouble Magnet Of The Year

Christopher Murungaru


Managed the impossible task of being despised wherever his large sweaty frame made an appearance. Has the dubious distinction of being unwanted both at home and overseas

Clothes Horse Of The Year

Moody Awori


He has appeared in everything from a suave debonair gentleman to one of Snow White’s colour blind seven dwarves

Oorie Rogo Manduli

Oorie
Her outfits can reliably be heard long before they can be seen

Word Of The Year

We have a tie:

Pumbavu

Jienjoy

Pic Of The Year

Enough Already! Award

Reggaetone

Reality TV 

Orange Democratic Movement

Sting – Roxanne

Faux Pas

Posted December 15th, 2005 in R&R by M

Those who have unwisely drank two litre or so of assorted sodas and juices and been unable to access the necessary facilities to unload the same will appreciate the delicate predicament it places one in. Any vigorous motion is impossible because one slip will set you back a dozen or so years in terms of self esteem.

Which is why after you have gingerly alighted from your transport, one has to employ all of one’s will power to resist the temptation to make a sprint for relief, otherwise a careless motion will cause it to rain for 40 days and 40 nights.

So I find myself gingerly walking, almost moon-walking, forwards, desperate for relief. In fact, given a glove I’d have looked exactly like a black Michael Jackson.

MJ

At the gate of the estate I ran into a harassed looking gentleman who was departing as anxiously as I was arriving. Events proceeded as follows:

  • I stepped smartly to my left and he stepped smartly to his right
  • We mumbled “pardon me” and “excuse me” to each other
  • I stepped smartly to my right and he stepped smartly to his left
  • We mumbled “pardon me” and “excuse me” to each other
  • I stepped smartly to my left and he stepped smartly to his right
  • We mumbled “pardon me” and “excuse me” to each other
  • I stepped smartly to my right and he stepped smartly to his left
  • We mumbled “pardon me” and “excuse me” to each other

Finally, I realized that I was dancing with a fellow who had not even bought me dinner.

I’d have loved to stay and chat but pressure was building by the second so I grabbed his shoulders, shoved him aside with an “excuse me dude” and moon-walked forwards down the path into the estate.

The first sight that greeted me was the ample trousered bottom of Wambua the estate watchman protruding from under the perpetually stalled jalopy that the people of House 15 refused to admit was their property.

“What the hell — Wambua!”

Upon hearing my voice Wambua and his trousered bottom disappeared completely under the jalopy and within seconds he was calling for his mother and pleading for mercy.

With pressures still building, there was little time for niceties.

“What mercy, nitwit! What are you doing hiding under that car?” I demanded. Hiding! The man tasked with maintaining law and order was hiding!

There was rustling and a cautious face peered from under the car.

“M? Is that you?”

“Well, if I’m not, I want to know why! What’s going on?”

Wambua let me know what was going on.

Apparently, my haste in getting home was nothing compared to the haste of the gentleman I had just met at the gate.

Whereas I was trying to get back to get rid of twenty or so litres of water, he was trying to get away to secure twenty or so thousand shillings that he had just convinced to local supermarket to give him. His persuasion agent of choice — a very large pistol, with which he had fired in the air.

PIC OF THE DAY

What's That?
President Kibaki: Say, what’s that big bright light over there?
Mayor Taib: Oh that? That’s called the sun

John Legend – Ordinary People

Happy Easter

Posted March 24th, 2005 in R&R by M

I tried but just could not resist-a,
to wish you and yours a Happy Easter!
So every Miss and every Mister,
do the slide and then the twist-a

MALADY IN RED

Posted February 14th, 2005 in R&R by M
Coming to work this morning almost forced me to desperately seek out one of those street vendors who tend to have an unbelievable amount of stock under an unbelievably small leather jacket and secure a large pair of sunglasses. Martians landing in Nairobi this morning will wonder why these Earthlings call Mars the Red Planet whereas Earth itself is festooned with the same. The ladies are all in read. Red dresses, red skirts, red blouses, red sweaters, red coats, red suits, red sandals, red pumps. Feeling left out, Red Pepper, Red Bull, Red Indian and Red Dragon also wanted a piece of the action but were persuaded to drop the matter.

Some misguided gentlemen are also in red. There was a dude with red trousers I saw just outside Yaya center, causing traffic to stop inadvertently.

This dude reminds me of a gentleman I saw some years ago who dressed from head to toe in red, starting with a blood red hat, following through with a ruby red t-shirt, seamlessly breaking into ruby red corduroy trousers, slowing to a halt with burgundy socks and terminating with a juddering crash with bright red shoes. It took observers all of ten seconds to gratefully come to the conclusion that it was not a man who had been inadvertently turned inside out by a particularly violent accident.

This chap caused a stir wherever he went, and it was rapt attention that followed his progress. The shades of red on his person were so different and distinctive that you could actually hear him coming. A small boy was heard to complain that a minute of watching the apparition had left him cross eyed. A CIA satellite in space was redirected to make sure that a ballistic missile was not being launched. The sun was startled briefly, wondering where the competition had suddenly come from.

The trousers and t-shirt especially clashed so mightily they sounded like a pair of alcoholic cats in a room full of rocking chairs. This dude made things hum when he suddenly disappeared and reappeared some ten seconds later, about 3 meters from where he had disappeared.

Those of us who don’t believe in transfiguration, teleporting and other forms of transportation that do not involve John Michuki in some way or the other refused to accept such theories and dogged investigations were made.

It turns out that this gentleman had not disappeared after all, but had walked immediately in front of one of those garish red coca cola kiosks. If you can dredge back your physics knowledge you will recall that if you add red to some more red, all you get is still more red. The Kenya society For The Prevention Of Cruelty To Animals (KSPCA) are still looking for this gentleman because of the trauma he caused to hundreds of chameleons in the Westlands vicinity

Eamon – I Don’t Want You Back