for the love of football

i really don't like blogging about soocer for the sole purpose of remaining objective through out my blog, this in itself puts me in a catch 22 situation my blog is about unbridledness of the heart something that has more to do with emotions than the faculties of reasoning, plus i don't have the inspiration of revealing my alleggiance of where my heart lies when it comes to matters football, but then, beat it, i love football or what the americans call soccer, i love manchester united. now my love for manchester united has got me thinking, (i) that history is very important and that (ii) being condemned to repeat history ain't such a bad thing after all. the green and gold campaign reminds me that manchester united was once named newton heath a club that had so humble a root but has came to achieve grandiose status around the world. it is not neccessarry a bad thing to start small, like for example nondescript blogging, all that matters though is that one should have his eye on the ball and know where thay want to lead their lives to, always important is the inclination to remember one's roots for this gives us the inspiration go forward and anchors us in self belief that provides nourishment for the long and dreary journeys ahead. for success is what they called a silver lining in every cloud.

Now i am wishing Manchester United a return to winning ways, and to Rooney my hot headed and and philandering idiot, welcome to finding your head back.

mane and women

I am still reciting the maiden speech i will make to parliaement, when i am finally elected as the member of parliament for Laikipia West constituency.


Back to matters blogging, i have a very big eye that whcich allows me to pick up the trivialities of life, at times it is a big concern at times i just wished i saw things superficially that would save me the trouble of processing what i always see in my brain. The last week or so a buddy and a former roomate of mine came visiting. he has this open admiration and a adoration of a certain classmate of mine. he gave me an erand to try and engineer an accidental meeting between  them. that i did without fail. what happened afterwards left me agaze. the guy ran to the chick arms outstreched ready for the bear hug, the chick was backing of as if she had just seen a leper. Guy tried to impose a hug on the chick but without any success. then along comes Joni another classmate of mine and the chick is literally leaping to embrace him. i stand there watching the glow on my buddies face fade like a flinntering splint, what am i to do, nothing and am left wondering, why is it that a woman breaketh a heart which treasureth she is supposed to?

 That is why Lord today I pray, that whomsoever my heart loveth shall love me back, for invoke the mythological gods of unrequited love i do not want.

Campo-senseless

I have been a little pissed of during the last two weeks, one because i don't seem to be finishing school as soon as i would like and two because there is  a real fear that i might live campus without positive and life changing experiences. i have been observing my peers apart from my room mate and a few others who really stand out i believe that Kenyan campuses are churning out not only
half baked graduates which in it self ain't matter so much but the character s of the students and the general blondness that characterizes most of them is appalling to say the least. i mean campus and university education must have entered new deeper depths of the abyss that is ignorance. but that is expected given that my political science lecturer er does not seem to remember the year Kenya gained Independence. I am informed that university in itself is a term that refers to the universality, but that i am yet to encounter. I am not self righteous for my character is not without blemish i am not even that bright but at least i posses the desire to know more.

How then do you explain the filling of disgust that engulfs me whenever i am in the company of make believe egomaniacs who pretend to know it all yet know to little about anything. I am a social scientist, the breed that William Ruto is working tirelessly to weed out and so i go out of my way to feel my environment, i know i cant survive if a don't do this so i don't understand why others don't

Now this paragraph is dedicated to my exhaustion with the realization that some things will never change, one we don't have terrestial broadcast feeds for NTV, KTN, and the other whatnot stations of Kenya at  home, we used to get NTV on satellite but it was all gone, now the problem is that no one seems to care now am writing at the top of my hand to see if there is anyone out there who cares. Secondly  i am urging my friend Michuki to stop imposing political toddlers on us as our most preferred choices for the presidency and thirdly can't some just give a beer? adios.

fact file on campus relationships.

When i was young, I mean first year my, lecturer who was very vital in orienting me and many others toward campus life told us that that after four years of campus one would not only graduate with academic accolades but many other things as well, including 4 years of in campus dating, the four year divorce and the hardening of the exoskeleton for survival and definitely a bigger absorptive and retention capacity for alcohol.

Now i am  four years the wiser and i know what she meant clearly, I mean after being a passive observer to events i have seen good things happen to bad people, bad things happening to good people, ( this is very, very common) and things happening to people irrespective of whether they are good or bad.

But of all things  i have seen non is more perplexing than the campus relationships, i mean this calls real scholastic and academic research, a taxonomy of campus relations shows that there are very many types of relationships. from a guys perspective this blog is going to be gender insensitive as this is information i collect over a tusker or two or meakins gin depending on the economic situation.
i) there is the serious relationship, the i wonna marry you after we graduate relationship. id say this accounts fro less than 10% of all campus relationship. the level of commitment and dedication in this kind of relationship scares people off.
 ii) the we love each other but done with each other on graduation day relationship. now this is quite prevalent probably the dynamics of tribe and what not influence this kind of relationship. give or take may be 25% of all campus relationships are of this nature.
iii) we love each but not that much any one is allowed to cheat relationship. in this kind of relationship the bond is not so big, mainly because such relationships are for the superficial reasons of convenience.  these are the relationships probably responsible for violent wrestling in campus.
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the other types of relationships can not aptly be defined as relationships as they are too light to classify, they include the hit and run flings, the hit as you run and hit while you are running flings. have fun add other appropriate ones.
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age of ignorance and innocence

The truth about a child's mind is that it can never be objective. Children don't rationalize much because well they don't know how to do it, that's a good thing because the judgment of an unbridled heart has no equal.

I remember when i was young  i had this fuzzy and romantic ideas about the white man, the white race, anything whit followed by person was glorified and edified my, partly because my grandfather did so to, he was a philosopher in his own right when inebriated and a reclusive person when sober, he had this crazy analogy of comparing the prowess of a white man with that of a lion and i don't even know whose philosophy that came from my dad to edified the what man though not in the colossal and magnanimous way that my grandpa used to, so in my formative years i had developed this awe-awe ideas about the white man, that was until i had an experience with a white one a lady to be exact.

That was an opportunity accorded to me by local town, a town blessed with altitude probably the highest town in Kenya on the slopes of the Aberdares, Kenya has a huge reserve in talent especially in middle and long distance athletics and this soldiers of athletics as we aptly referred to them when we were young always came still do come to train my home town. They always had scribes following them white journalists with expensive cameras and so, yester versions of Sarah Cabonero. So there was this white journalist we used to follow her every time we went to the stadium for the love of the light flashes that came of her cameras, one day she had enough, we all lined up for photo, and boom went the dynamite, we looked like celebrities we were been photographed. our boyish desires were getting over us we borrowed the camera we photographed her she was in an African Kanga she was saw pissed at us, the stadium came to a standstill, the soldiers of running stopped running they trouped towards us they lined as like common Al Qaeda operatives in Guantanmao, all this time the lady was hissing tirelessly in an incomprehensible European dialect. The price we had to pay metal spikes on balls for photographing  a white lady in an African Kanga.

this post is dedicated to anti-ethnocentrism and is to be continued.
 

remember Garang

Not t so lon ago i remember the names De Mabior Garang etched into my high school seat, and everybody used to call me Garang, I even remembered his emotion rendering peace over the radio during the signing of the comprehensive peace agreement. yet the events of the last few days have conspired to re-invoke my emotions on one of the greatest revolutionaries on the African continent.I have been arguing for a fact that the capital of the proposed state of South Sudan is Rumbek and not Juba. I remember the image of a man in a millitary jacket fighting a war of minds and souls but yet the epitome and the embodiment of hope of a people not different from the Jew slaves in Egypt.
though he has been long gone his memories are with us i can't remember the last time i had so much faith in an African man and what he stood for he. Now that South Sudan is headed for the referendum all am hoping is that the dreams and aspirations of Garang De Mabior are going to blossom, with the scent of thier flowers giving us the inspiration to walk the talk and re-unite body and soul and walk where our hearts are at.