boyfulani

I hope today the breaking, run-ins will cease for a minute.

A good night sleep would sure fit me.

This is the week-after-the-end-month and life for many suburban tenants do change.

Sometimes, drastically- to their  supper menu.

Ask me.

Last night, I was woken by the sound of metal meeting metal, huffs and puffs coupled by the air of determination of the subject causing the chaos.

At first, I thought thugs had grown too bold as to raise such alarm. But a sneak-ed pre-view outside calmed me down.

I secretly watched the 1129H frustration on which a [poor] padlock was on the receiving end.

Not exactly poor:

but why the hell would they think i’ll sleep out in the cold because of unpaid rent?

Si i’ve been renting here since last year but one?

I could only imagine the thoughts of the sweaty jamaa muscles cramping in the dark, as the verandah bulb slightly showed his ‘silali nje leo, wallahi-face.

I understood: Hussler hushiba kabla hajalipa keja!

Courage the cowardly dawgs

I had not returned to insomnia-space for more than twenty minutes when another unwelcome disruption came calling. (I know, I should ignore it, but i can never be ignorant of what goes around me)

It sounded like a serious fight, which I am now used to, but this one sounded like the next declaration would be:

This is Spartaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Msee, I love those- and like that, I sprung from bed to the balcony to watch the spartans.

Wapi!

Some three drunk Kuyus daring to rip each other kidneys.

It got messier when one of them stepped back, belligerent, and began throwing haphazard kicks on his mate when he missed, lost balance and crushed on his head.

Dust arose as his body fell in a heap and the rest went on to rain kicks on him when approaching boots pierced the chaotic scene

Left right: Uuuuuuuuuui; ma-gova!

I had never seen some one re gain form so quickly, while drunk…

But one scared duckling was crippled by the swinging G3s and the flash light and before he could get his spring and catch up with his mates- ile sweep msee alipata wa wa wa…

From the karaos’ fierce interrogation, orders slaps and all ( they were two cops, as their mates run after the rest of the drunk street fighters who had made away) i expected bullets to seep through the unfortunate mates’ bones…

But he drunkenly chucked his wallet and a few notes showed, subsequently softening the FIERCE cop’s hearts ….

OOOOOOOOnly for them to regain their ‘rage’ once they discovered it only a Sok!

Hell has less fury….

Yet another migration, but hope this is for…good. Sa hii tumeamua tu kusikika bila masikitiko (whistle).

I don’t know, but i strongly suggest * *  that you should adjust all ya blog-sets/TV Sets to receive fresh stories from boy wa campo…

coz i have moved here!

Meanwhile, i expect to revive my mojo in the interwebs, for the umpteenth time and i hope this, this will work.

footnote: there are matters of the heart/mutters of the hurt disturbing…i need to offload, then shift and engage again.

*sigh*

that feels like the first step to it.

karibu tena to my masscan.

~boywacampo.

To add to the chit and chatter that goes and comes with time depending on the subject of the day (typical of Kenyans) here’s my eight minus four minus four (zero) opinions on the 8 4 4 Education system. Introduced shortly before/after i was born, critics rose up in arms for and against it. But it has withstood the test of time and continued to churn out lorry-fools and lorry-fools of cabbages.

You’re reading from one now, though he’s quite dehydrated (lack of proper academic waters) and is desperately trying to de-colonize his mind, subscribe to a more realistic school of thought.

I heard something from a lecturer today that twitched my mind a little and i had a different perspective of this whole thing. Of course, it’s the bits and pieces that kawa Kenyans miss:the implementations, reports, suggestion from experts and all that non-sexy clutter that we find boring. He mentioned sijui whose report (similar to zile za akina Wacky, Cock-erel, lol, you know them) and posed: You think there are no professors in the government, expatriates who have never noticed the anomaly in the system to at least attempt to correct it?

True, but as usual we have politicized everything, the cycle turns, editorials are written, black outs come and go, heads bites the tail and..well: NO PROGRESS!

In the same breath,  something Western animal called creativity came up and more so, the general lack of it in Kenya. Has to do with the education system. Where everything is force-fed to you in preparation of ‘mwaura-ing’ it in examination rooms, then call you learned. This results in a bunch of graduates who earn the power to read, go on to work…have families. never really discovering their purpose in life.That explains the flood of News Features on T.V. of old mzees (retirees) successfully carrying out interesting projects…saying they have never been happier in their lives.

Maybe, just maybe, if Kenya would like REALLY grow and stun the world (FORGET OBAMA, ATHLETICS..blah) it must find a way of breast feeding its babies, not with Gin, Vodka or Keg that is the 8-fo-f0 but with nourishing creative juices that may as well pass as milk (Remember Milk has all the nutrients?)

Speaking of which, the Omo advert….the one where the kid asks for a Thufana ya twelf to repair the kafuraita…yeah, rings a bell, i hope….That is the way to go for the Kenyan education: Discover/recognize what a child really like and exploit that potential…not leaving them to grow into those [less] productive ages to applaud it.

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Hmm, seems today i am not churning out garbage as u-sho.

-boyfulani

“they tell me to think outside the box/but my mind is the devil’s playground”- Jadakiss

yesterday i captured some few images that rotate my life and i thought it cool to share.yeah, i admit, crazy things do have their fine abode in my upstair compartment but what to do if i notice on too late ?

my life is one little mess and one little tumbling on the other end of the world. i mean, its a neat one. a neat mess.just

i got some pals that i really like to hang around(reverse that pris, they like my company..er)…pliz, focus on her face hehe.oh, want a number?

my wall littered with beaus’s wallpapers  who cant help but oggle and watch over the sleeping hunk of a guy..lol.so much for being in BT..

well, friends, when i say i wake up early and i go to chase aways my consistent stupidity…i really mean it. this part of the kedo 1.2 km that i cover every morning be4 reaching the mat stage..cover another 2 km..then board the campo bus….another kedo 9km, then am expected to b in kirathi b4 8:30.what a life.

its been long since i met pretty bloggers….any one out there feeling pretty enough to be met by me?

tilt your comp to see this one.hope its not too dark..but it captures the virtues, i as a young man strongly chant, hold dear to my heart and not only champion for..but live the talk..what a mouthful.in other words i mean..nimechill(there’s a very serious sticker over my bedpost hapo..

my oldschool desktop.the exact location i leave my heart, lest cupid strikes…notice the piece of the iceberg..newspapers, i really devour them.

erm wots more?al check on other layter..cheerz