If you have nothing to say,do not say it here…
And I sit here wondering what I wanted to say. Surprisingly,I find that my mind is blank. Empty. How now? I thought that my head if full of my brains. Wonders about me that amaze me to no end.
In my solitude,the favorite saying around these parts kuma mamako rents the air. And no one bothers. We are used to that and many more curse words that make “watu wa bara” stare in shock and embarrassment…
And then a buibui clad gal swings her sizeable ass by,only last night I saw her buying a guarana from a certain joint while dressed in tighter that tight pair of jeans with the sizeable ass hanging out for all to see. This gal plus the alshababus give the religion of peace a bad name.
Speaking of religion,I saw a prosperity gospel preacher advising “me” to go skydiving…ndina ngoma?
And so the random thoughts zero in on a song that has the line “pour me a tall one…its five o’clock somewhere”…what if I mixed random amounts of both dark and white rum with whisky,vodka,liquer and gin in a one litre jug,plus of course the infamous mnazi. What name would I give that concontion. Some will say punch…I think not.
And on and on and on…it goes.
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riu ni hindi weta ngoma…perish the thought or your liver will perish…
Hehehe. Koroga ukunyue we learn from the outcome. Anywhoo, were u able to disrobe the bui bui clad big ass possessor.
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aisee bana, hapana itia nduguyo mauti…
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I think that accident with a boda boda left some permanent damage on your brain.
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:D:D:D:D Hapo nae ni kweli kapsa
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hehehe…
those buibui clad arent even sweet.
majini ya mambasani haya… haya ni mapepo
i was amazed to see those bungalows past tudor.
au uko nyumba ya wazee?
@Mathaais why would you say that?
No I was not. She was not my property… @mabenda4
The thought refuses to perish…the adventure seems worth taking. What to do except live dangerously? @gashwin
maybe you are the real fossil