Mans – Irreplaceable

February 16, 2007 at 6:18 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 4 Comments

for all those mamas who think they got it all…

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the other guy in the shadows (1)

February 7, 2007 at 6:06 am | Posted in mwadharas | Leave a comment

dude, there is always a first time for everythin or rather a time when things happen to you for that very first time n you got no otherwise than to watch n marvel…that it happened to you.

everyone remembers that first time when they were about to experience it. when the air was tense and any wrong move would snap it like a dry bone. of course, the whole scenario was not all that new; you had heard about it, even talked about and if you gave it food for thought, you probley had speculated on ‘how you’d react’…then when you least expect it, the drama enacts itself and the ball is rolling, the air is tauter than a piano wire and you hold your breath as if one more breath would ‘strike the wrong cord’ that would ring the rest of your life…what you had thought would be doesn’t become and your reaction is different. you’re a whole mass of nerves and veins and that organ is pumping blood like an oil derrick….

now stop thinking…

and straighten up your twisted face for my toe twisting tale of my encounter…

we were dutifully arguing about the issue of celebhood and time. she had laid this claim that when you reach those echelons of the social ladder, time for me would be cut by more that a three quarter and i felted jittery at the thought of her abandoning me Kamangu style. without any betrayal of my feelings i subtly brought to her the picture of all the ‘celebs’ i have ‘met’ in school and the time ….but before any worthwhile level ground was attained, there was a knock at the door…

out of the blue, he stepped in and i knew our, sorry, my life will never be the same again…all eyes were on me, when the intro got rolling and the way i had always anticipated i’d react, hits a snug and am a smoten’ fella. honestly, how can you manage a smile when the future of that which seemed so precious to you instils this feeling to you that its about to change hands?????

luckily, though, i manage to whisper a pleasure to ‘meet you jim jones’ and a bell rings in my mind. i smile benevolently as i ask with almost certainty-
“wait, are you that graphics guru they talk about in the hood?” he smiles coyly coz of my flattery and as he nods in affirmative, a bittersweet cloud descends on me…sweet for the reason that i had some crack to vent my woes and smile at …and bitter for what my sentient being sensed would follow

as the dude unleashed his c.v, i cringed at my ‘incompetence’ and all the while wished i wasn’t there….he had a jobo, creativity, cheddar, and the looks n lugha to boost his all

halleluhyia!!!” i almost shouted when the time to leave only to make a decision i’d kick my chin for later. talk about fate following you to the last of your smithereen of perseverance. i decided to see off them as they went to location i knew not, and dint dare ask…and while they were at it i was just out in the rain. or doesn’t three spoil the sweetness. and the third burger was me? i could not hold it any longer. or , dude’s how would you feel when your missy is asked proffesional questions as ” ebu describe yourself, what do you like..” doesnt it not sound more of the questions of the initial stages of a whirl wind romance…goddamn how can the channel be flipped b4 ua own eyes??!!!

i called her aside and could not help but whisper in a husky almost hoarse and tense tone ” well, go your way and dont do anything i wouldnt do n kesho i need my goodies , right?” there was no time to argue and after what i had gone through, she couldnt dissapointment any further…she made a promise. a promise that makes me thank the day i was born and almost give the dude a brotherly hug…

and off i walked with the confidence of a stud in a street of vulnerable women…

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