boyfulani

Well, those who know me are aware that i rarely do the ‘idiot box’ unless i really really have to do. So when one Jeremy came packing from Big Brother’s House (who-the-hell-is-this-big-brother that they go to every year??)…anyway…yeah..i had a hard time criticizing the guy in a class assignment on this site (yeah, we high tech nowadays we blog for marks, ha!)

Anyway, some buzz is doing around campo and of course, usually, UsGaizofMedia are the first to..pick it up! I’ve never blogged about this guy, but he is campo’s most hated jamaa. From staff, to his sub-ordinates and the list drags on…and he’s simply called, Njuguna. Or Njuguna the security man. Basically speaking, he’s the head of Campo’s security so you expect he’s got to brush shoulder’s who like bending and bedding the rules (especially those of us who do off-campus residences where no-rules-abound-ha).

Personally, i have no beef with him coz i’ve managed to keep my sh*t well covered like a cat. And again, working for the fourth estate (and possessing some good sounding tittle that simply means errand boy, i got to really be a good boy

Grass was green

So anyway, story broke that Man Njugush, has not been up to no good lately. Apparently, now that this school is a vast Savannah, there are unused lands that have with them grass…not weed, er, but with the spurts of short rains, Kao-land cows do not need ngwin-glasses to  see it…and ever the intelligent guy ( i hear he says this a lot) he decided to collude with some boys from the G4S crew and sneak in cattle AT NIGHT in exchange for ca$h!

Well, it hasn’t lasted for long nad as i type thing, my phone is ringing off my pocket for it calls for…AN EVICTION PARTYYYYYYYYYYYY.

~On behalf of all sadist,a toast to that !

First, najiseti nyuma ya mbao na mbele ya njanji na kukubali mashtaka yote haya!

I stand accused…

• …of neglecting the blogosphere.
• ….getting tweet-randy and forgeting my google reader…resulting into my not-reading blogs as i regularly do.
• …not blogging hard as i used to, must be the less hard ons (SICK) and increased responsibilities…

They say Literature is like having sex without getting children and life’s the other way around. I think i have been having a good dosage of the former. So coupled with weed (tough choice between women and weed, ha!) i’ve just been, well, meditating!

About what?

Can’t remember…but wait…evidence of it are appearing on my memory like traces of blood in urine. First, i’ve been in big big dilemma over what to really put up online, on this blog, elsewhere..which portal to put where and whoooosh! time does wait for any blogger too!

I am also afraid that i am getting more boring…like i lost the mojo and i am desperately trying to bring these ashes to life…such kind of, sniff, esteem issues.

I feel like i am in a sort of crisis…i so hope its not mid-life, coz all my relationships, hopes, ambitions dreams…all seem to be going against me!

I am patiently waiting for a….RELAPSE.

….. CNN is streaming into the room about stuff we have little control over, and am diligently digging into my Ugali*.

“Wasn’t Samson’s eyes gouged out in Gaza?” Mum chips in and i re-focus. Beaming ominously,on a low resolution camera, images from Gaza…man records brother death,the  running footnotes read.

mum?details? how could she know that and i don’t? my eyes widened, mind flipped open, challenged.

i must admit that…even as i dug the good book for a better preview…it was mainly fueled by skepticism. Sorry ma’…but besides my doubts, i discovered some things.

you know the story…most of you does(?) but hear, hear, hear me out on this.

Samson! Son of Manaoh, from the tribe of Dan…born of a former-barren unnamed woman…obsessed with the kisses and caresses of the enemy daughters’…i consider him a hero, a tragic hero,like say, Oedipus. Oedipus the King.

From Judges 13, this life story rolls on…and before i sink his mother further into oblivion…like her husband and the Angel of the Lord, let me quote for you a little evidence of the apparent chauvinism that overrode in these times.

(KJV) Judges 13: 3 “…And the angel of the LORD appeared unto the woman, and said unto her, Behold now, thou art barren, and bearest not: but thou shalt conceive, and bear a son.”

But Manoah, the soon-to-be dad…thinks his ‘woman‘ is insane and calls upon the Lord for another sign…

9 “And God hearkened to the voice of Manoah…”

J’dges 13: 13 “And the angel of the LORD said unto Manoah, Of all that I said unto the woman let her beware…” The angel of the Lord further sunk her into obscurity of history, she who was to give birth to the strongest man to have lived in Israel…their savior and liberator.

The other thing that amused me about Samson, a ‘liberated free soul’…was his ‘poetic inclination’.

Though we can’t calibrate it on the ‘Shakespearean scale’…he was expressive and captured his emotions precisely, giving ambiguity a wide berth. Mostly, it showed up in times of turmoil.

On his way to a town called Timnah, to betroth his first love, a woman ‘who had pleased him well’ against his parents wishes, he kills a lion (Judges 14:5)…and what better way of keeping this heroic secret (Judges 14:6), than by encrypting it in a riddle at his wedding?

“Put forth your riddle, that we may hear it!” over a bet (Judges 14:13)… the sons of Timnah, eager to hear and win, urged him on.

Here, i prefer my NIV version Bible that reads like:

“Out of the eater, something to eat;
Out of the strong, something sweet‘ (Judges 14:14)

Three days were to elaspe and with no clear answer, the sons of Timnah pushed the bride to seduce the answer from him ‘or did she bring this man to rob from us?’ You know what transpired, after she ‘vexed him to death…and thus, he burst:

If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle. Judges 14:18 (KJV)

Brethren, there is something i think you should note here…after this bet went against him.

“…he went down to Ashkelon, and slew thirty men of them, and took their spoil, and gave change of garments unto them which expounded the riddle. ” Judges 14:19

It’s this same Ashkelon that appears in Zephaniah 2:4

Zeph. 2:4 (KJV) “For Gaza shall be forsaken,
And Ashkelon desolate;…”

the stripper of Gaza

Maybe this is where i should chip in what attracted most to this page: the stripper of Gaza. It’s true there was one…only then, they called them ‘harlots’ not ho’z…

Then went Samson to Gaza, and saw there an harlot, and went in unto her.  And it was told the Gazites, saying, Samson is come hither. Judges 16:1 (KJV, def!

So there you have it, the harlot, contrary to many miss-conceptions, this teacher tells thee,  was not Delilah..Delilah, was just a girl that Samson saw and loved…

“And it came to pass afterward, that he loved a woman in the valley of Sorek, whose name was Delilah.” Judges 16:4

i see yawns here and there, so let me wind up..AAAAAAAAAmen, haloooooo?(dont you dislike when preachers do this?)

So, Samson’s eyes were gouged at Gaza, i verified..

But the Philistines took him, and put out his eyes, and brought him down to Gaza, and bound him with fetters of brass; and he did grind in the prison house. Judges 16:21

And the most foolish thing, or failure in this plot..the Philistines actually allowed his hair to grow again eventually killing them off? (Judges 16:22)

End of Sermon.

so i thought/flyleaf

my best friend,he who knew me best, left for Russia a week ago, no two, am not sure.

he left without saying goodbye.

i wasn’t surprised. i wasn’t supposed to, i saw it coming, from a distance…maybe even all along.

but it hit me like a slug on bulletproof strapped torso. my heart just yelped, in its usual frightful discomforting form that occurs when my fears are confirmed. accompanying it is a dry throat an urge to swallow hard, but it never happens, leaving me suspended in an air of sickening uncertainity- eyes, glassy and if you look deeper, intense.

what’s more, i learnt it from this dude who rans a cyber which we usually frequented during my hols, made few odd coins that we pooled together for the inevitable shot of the ‘24 Carat N series’. yeah, the Capital ‘N’ in iN-famous grouse that cemented this our delicate friendship.

so, the paradox of life!

am easy, am cool but am diss-tabbed by the implication of this. rarely do i see stuff on the blogosphere, across the whole spectrum that i scroll that chronicles any failures in their part of life… to most uv ‘em hell is other people- but aint that what makes personal memoires? hell!hell can be me too…so, here i blog, of this particular blot that i loathe.

i still love pain.especially when it comes from close quarters. i can’t lie i feel nothing.to me, its the fervor that hardens my resolve…the six pound stone that would weigh hard on my ribcage, it’s not fiction.

so being i, what would you do? add a comment to posts on facebook about moscow, like ‘hey why u left w/out saying goodbye?’

ha! definately, not in my lifetime. i cherish my silence. who i will always be and is,  in the shadows…creeping slowly like a cat, all places like it, closing in for the kill…but may i leave it at that?

that’s why, everyday, i go on one knee and i ask God to protect my friends from me as for divine guidance as i choose the horny devil and the deep blue shit in their place¿¿¿

**********the may-bees and their sting**********

well, i hate to pen this post on the same breathe and psyche as the above…but i have to coz its time has come. not even the Russian troops formerly at the Georgian border can stop it.

i have harboured dreams of Russia for long, long before Palin walked to her backyard and ‘discovered’ it. every1 has a dream destination.

Czechslovakia, is another.

Maybe it has to do with the many vampire movies that i derive me writing grain from…or my love for The Blade..Vampires, or the fact that most of these movies are shot in these locations- with my presumptive theory being that vampires, real or not, never thrive in temperate climate and the Scandinavian weather is cool with the brood (picture a vampire movies shot in Sahara???) the movies? Blade the Serie?Underworld I & II Van Heilsin?

see, i love the name of the cities on this part of Europ3. Moscow resonates some warm tune in my heart, with its filth, fullness,life,everything. as inquisitive as i am, i never bother to gather any facts about it. i let it remain that: a mystery plus whatever lies in the borders of the greater Russia.

i mean, what does KGB really mean, what is the Kremlin? Cool names to me, one i’d give to rooms in my imaginary condo in Warsaw? Yeah, i know Warsaw isthe Cap. city of Poland but dint i say this part of Europe fascinates me? You never listen! ok, sorry, the battles within…

OR maybe it has to do with the great writers born and bred by Russian dark ages of iron fist dictators( Akina Stalin, Lenin, and now Putin…) or isn’t art born and bred? a revolt against fate? was that what the name calling was all about during the delayed Nobel Peace prize nominations late last month? That America literati is now certified trash and the best writers will forthrightly come from Europe? |And the Mee-ricans were saying Euro-pee-ans owe it all to genocide, crime against humanity? the holocaust?concentration camps..and such horrors of history? like how this old geezer (no pun) who was honored? blah- get the flow?

alex, poor alex, died a slow death from the chemical he was apparently fed on

clearly, it must be connected with the written word. Remember the guy who was fed on Polonium 270(above)? the way his ass wasted away?for messing with KGB?maaaaaaaan.and for askance sake- if smitta actually bred his literary Talent in ‘Russki’, why wasn’t he fed with a dosage of that shit? i mean, if he poked fingers at the Kremlin the way he does to Kenyan celebs on his russinglish-ridden column? ha ha, if .Ke had a Celebhood KGB and i was the chief la-torturaski, i’d gladly polonium-lize his vodoski soaked brains with my own writing instinctiskis, lame as they are with careful poisened pen jabs at the right nodes! but we cool cats and genius gnaws at genius

BUT why did they have to kalashnikov Anna? Palin, she of the Mc Pain fame reminds me of this Putin critic whose works am skimming through here.

And speaking of that thwanja ngwenze (loved this smitta slang today) called Putin, how dare he reason he can ‘put in out minds that in the 21st century, he can step down from Baks to Agw-asses position handing over power to some Mende-whatever?

some things only happen in Mos-Ko.

and yes, Mos-Ko,mos def, boyf., will check you out one day.

otherfools, if it ever turns out to be just that, a dream, before i breathe my last, i shall sigh, that it was a great life…as i caress my deadly kalashinikov, consoling it that it smote and slay many in it’s lifetime nd only missed the target by whisker; dem russian pussiekis!