boyfulani

Is he nuts, no- he’s insane!
Right now am as high as hell. Getting to where I am is hell by itself. This post doubles up as my highest post…as yet.
Eminem’s relapse is playing in the background….helping me accomplish my drunken chronicles,
As yet.
In between sips of refreshing twenty bob h2o, I could need another rush of bagpipes from Bhang-dad.
Really, I had such a mind-fucking day.It was the the first time I admitted I love-d someone. Really, I do.
Ask me when I am sober, and I am sober sure, I will confirm that.
Why?
I have the least of ideas. Why the heck, i don’t even care.
It’s simple, yet complex.

Like how i had such a gisty comp, in a dark back street chum.

Back to love.
I wonder why we complicate it with theories strapped with our bitter pasts.
Yeah, been there…and I know realities of life do kick hard as an electrocuted ass…as our as wheels of time spin. But yes, hell yeah, as sure as I am high, so do I love someone.
We never text, call…whatever, but we met today: by mere coincidences of my plan B-ullshit stunts.
As I knocked, lost in thought at the affluence of those South D flats, I had no idea I would scribble this tonight. I had my friend in tow, and her little sister who distracted my newspaper reading moments – I admit, I’m an information addict. Later on, time did catch us staring, mouth agape at the Kenya Burning Book…displayed on a Kwani stand…Yep, was at some book fair and the presence of so many book minded souls sure gave me a wooden hard on…no-need-ta-save-the-mau-if-this-is-what-we-get…but hey, that’s not where I be driving at. In fact, we were cruising in mats, all expenses paid, till the deep-hearted moment came….er, I mean, departing…saying goodbye?
She didn’t want to let go….ah, kitu ka hiyo: hi mneno yu nichanganya kiasi: the only thing am sure…
Is that when soberness doth dawn on my court, I’ll be saying: what the hell was I high on?

They say that a camel is a horse made by a committee.

Observing what group work produces, all the doubts disappear on the possibility of the above. Today, i was listening to a pal who was looking for some information from me. Well, this surprised me as Biggie (the guy), is ever at Pioneer(Campus Makuti Watering Hole). His talk mostly revolves around weed, booze and questions to reality. This day, as he explains, tables had turned, and he was a group leader. Well, i’m not doubting his intelligence but Henry Wanyoike (the blind marathoner) could as well win the Safari Rally. Thinking about the attitude of the rest is another story altogether.

Joy Riders

See, when it comes to group work, campus class experience would teach you to choose your members wisely – in case you are concerned about grades. And most students  are concerned enough to slip in their name and student number (with a biro) when the printed projected paper is to be handed over.

Focused Chaps and the no-nonsense kind

Severally i’ve sneaked in my name under a group i didn’t even belong. Even so, i still hold a certain disapproval for  group work. If you be a lazy bone,it’s easier to get along when you are with some focused chaps, chicks especially, marveling at your ‘carefree’ lifestyle enough to ‘understand’ why you never attend meetings or produce any work. Actually, some go ahead to call you up when the group is meeting – and mostly, the story doesn’t end there. On the other hand, there are no-non sense types that will NOT put up your name if you miss but one group meeting. But some how, guys still navigate through this.

Jokers

As for jokers, when the meeting time is set, all agree and even go ahead to ask about the venue. On the material day, no one turns up and things move on as usual, till the assignment is due. On the eve of that day, some group mates who are pals call each other up and compile something quickly (Via Google) and leave out the cover page (to bear names) for printing, minutes to class time. Incidentally, this is the morning the printer jams, the server is down, or your flash catches a deadly virus and all work is lost.

Lecturers have a list of these excuses, and few hearken to them – but students are students, new excuses prop up by the day.

Other Side of G Work

But there is the other side of group work (not when all are friends- still, nothing gets really done) when you meet new people (read chicks) and things happen. I’ve my best and worst from these and school work and pleasure never mixed better. I’ll tell one of the tales, when the coast is safer.

Oh, and last year, there was a wedding between two lovebirds who met at an Environment Class group. Talk about not changing ‘your environment’.

Group work has some benefits too – besides churning out mediocre stuff (when everyone thinks their idea is the geratest)- especially when small ideas die.

But nothing ever GREAT has ever been born there.

P.S.

Which reminds me, due, was an group assignment which yours truly was to compile and send via email…i’ve just begun thinking about out, procrastination will surely slot it for a good sunny day.

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.

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 !