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• Vacation to Kisumu and environs.

  Posted: March 31, 2010, 8:08 pm by cdohnio

  Hey everyone!! It's been awhile since I last did a post and I've been wondering what to write about. As this blog is about my random thoughts and feelings so I guess I can write about anything I feel about and y'all will have to read about it, won't you?:) That might sound arrogant but hey I'm right, aren't I?
  
  Last week I was in Kisumu and its surrounding environs and towns. I travelled on my birthday. I know most people would've  waited to celebrate their birthday's first then travelled but I haven't really celebrated a birthday in the last 8 or 9 years. Sad, I know, but then again my life has really been a happy one in past years but more on that in another post if I ever get the courage to tell the world about it. So I went to Kisumu, on my birthday. Why?
  
  
  
  Because first I needed to take my request for transfer to Maseno University to do Computer Science. Unfortunately for me though I passed KCSE I didn't pass it well enough to do any of the computer based courses through JAB. Ofcourse I could go parallel but my dad is an inconsiderate ass, as you'll see later in this post.
  
  Second is that I need a vacation. I am tired of Nairobi and all it represents. No I'm not talking about the now ever constant traffic jams everywhere or constantly crowded streets or the polluted air. Its a vacation of what it represents to me, ultrasupedoper boredom at home, poor food and very very little love and freedom. The boredom I can deal with after awhile you get used to staying alone with your thoughts. The poor food I can also deal with as you should know if you read my last post. But the lack of love is what I find most difficult to deal with. I'm someone who needs people around me who care for what I'm feeling. I really don't feel that here at my dad's place. Unlike my mum, who -annoyingly- seemed very much in touch with the fluctuations in my every mood. I miss that, greatly. My freedom of movement that I had while staying with my mum are greatly curtailed here. I have curfew!
  
  
  When ever I go to Kisumu on my own I make sure to drop in on my grandmother (my dad's aunt). I like going there because she is ever concerned about me and my siblings and how we're being treated. She exudes a very warm feeling of love, care and safety. Also when I'm there I'm extremely babied. Its good for to be babied once in awhile.:-P She recently moved to Kisumu's baller central, Mamboleo. I'm not sure i like it but then again her house is massive!!!
  
  Anyway I stayed with my grandma  for just the night I arrived and went to Lela to see Anthony(@deadly_halo). I was going to Maseno Uni from his place, accompanied by him. We tried to take a mat from his house but they were all full.  By full I don't mean the normal 14 people. Matatus in Nyanza some how manage to pack 21+ people 14 seater. It was so packed in there my phone's bluetooth signal was not reach the headset so I had to travel in silence *yawn* So anyway we couldn't find a reasonably empty one so Anto decided to take the car. I was beyond jazzed and extremely jealous! How the hell did he get to drive before me? Nktest!
  
  We took the car and went to Maseno which was just down the road. I have to say that it was much easy deal with the staffers at Maseno than at any other school I've been to so far *cough cough JKUAT* Then after that we decide to go on our first mini-roadtrip and take a drive down the Saiya-Luanda highway to visit my shagz where the parental unit is building a house. I only went there because my dad said that I should pass through and see the place. I climbed a guava tree reliving the carefree days of my youth stealing fruits for the neighbours trees. After we left and went further down the highway, the roads were shitty but Anto handled them relatively well. At some point we did an about turn and headed back to his place. It was a really fun drive and I hope it'll not be the last one.
  
  At his place we began what would become an all nighter of movies, video games, music and singing. Somewhere around 7 I got the call that almost ruined my whole mood. Father had decide to recall me to sort out an issue that he and my mother should be sorting out on their own without using me as messenger but hey thats what happens when parents separate the kids suffer. So with that command to return home ringing in my ears I decided to do all that I could that night and it was mad!!!
  
  By far the most fun thing we did was play Singstar. I had dismissed the game as stupid. I couldn't get why anyone would like a game were you song along to someone else's music but after 2 songs and watching Anto kill it on the mic I was hooked hard!!!  The only problem was that the song where few and not of my preferred genres but you have no idea how fun it is even to sing along to a song you wouldn't normally listen to AND get scored on your singing. hilarious.
  
  Unfortunately all good things come to an end and I had to leave the next morning very early. I hadn't slept so I was so exhausted that when I got to my shuttle I slept all the way. Ah it was fun though it only lasted two days. Sigh, but thats how my life is extremely brief periods of fun with a whole lot of sad boredom.
  
  
  On completely unrelated thing I'm thinking of moving my blog to wordpress. What do y'all think? This is mostly because they have a native blogging app for my phone. Let me know. Peace!!!

• Things I thank Mase for.

  Posted: March 19, 2010, 7:23 pm by cdohnio

  
  
  
  Its been almost three and a half years since I joined boarding school and one and a half since I left. Its an experience that defined and continues to define my life...
  A little background info: When we moved to Kenya from Zambia I joined St.Mary's Nairobi doing KCPE syllabus(This wasn't what I'd expected but that is a story for another post). I stayed there for 4 years until form 2 when I changed to Maseno. Why? That's part of the story for another post already mentioned.
  So whats this post about? It's about all the things I'm greatful to Maseno for. Most of them have to do with adaptation that has became a part of who I am. Things that its taught me and given me.
  
  
  
  1. The food. Don't get it wrong, the food there was rubbish!! And they put paraffin in it-I can swear I never realised 'till I left school, infact just last week that the bitter taste in the githerri was it. Meals usually consisted of some variation of maize, heart burn(beans), bitter herds(sukuma), rice and piece(meat, a single piece). No additives(including salt though they did provide it separately,the only thing btw). And usually half cooked. I don't count breakfast here coz somehow it doesn't count here. I'm thankful I was able to adapt because now I can eat food anywhere, I mean, when I was Saintz I had apprehension eating certain foods in certain places, now I don't really have that fear. It really brought down my upclassness when it came to food and increased my appreciation of a good well cooked meal!
  
  2.Water. I'm sure you curious how. Well, Maseno had a population of just over one thousand(1000) but only one tap. Yes, 1 tap! It was called Jacob's Well. And it didn't gush out or even flow steadily, it trickled. On top of that the school was so big the distance from my house(dorm) to the tap and back was probably 1.somethin kms. Good lord!! How ever did we manage? Some of us collected water at night(which was illegal), others early in the morning before preps, others during games(which was illegal), others during meals(which was difficult because people streaming out of the DH to wash their plates), other during class(which was especially illegal), a personal favourite of stealing someone elses water and of course the hustle(which involved standing at the door of the bathroom and exacting a levy from everyone who passed). All these skills I learnt and perfected considering I came from the furtherest house from Jacob's. Oh yeah and I'm forget two espeacially interesting ones. The first collecting rain water from the roof, usually ice cold with hailstones, and actually just bathing in the rain from the roof which is probably the most fun you can have bathing alone. I don't know how this counts but it was fun putting down.
  
  3.Sleep. In all the years of my life I've never slept sweeter sleep than when I did it class. During preps and during lessons... I never did morning preps in form4 every single one I slept. Our class was so warm always... I haven't slept well ever since I left school... This taught me to appreciate the things you enjoy even when you're in the worst of situations.
  
  4.Power. In school there was a lot of stuff to teach anyone something about power. I could do a whole post on this but not now. We had prefects pick from amongst the form3s in second term but it wasn't a democracy,we the students had no say on who would lead us, the teachers choose and they picked the one's without consciences, who could dole out punishment without mercy and the ones likely to remain loyal to the principal and not to his classmates. They were brutal, mercyless, pityless human beings. They were often physical. They reigned for a whole year before new ones were picked for the next year. Thats when we their classmate brought them down a notch or fifty :) Its when the cold wars began. They would find their stuff missing. Beds wet with dirty water. Notes deleted using bleach. Beaten up for the smallest of reasons. It was almost anarchy. I learnt that really power is only for a season especially if its conferred to you by someone else. I think its Lucky Dube who said, "Be good to the people on your way up the ladder because to meet them on your way down"
  
  5. St. John's Ambulance. I was a cadet in school. I joined with the hope that I'd meet some really hot mama I knew in Nairobi when we went for nationals. Her team didn't make it but mine did. I learnt first aid. I met Anthony(@deadly_halo). Enough said, I think.
  
  6. Friends. I meet several life long friends in Mase. Noah, the very first friend I had there, Rodney, classmate and fellow comp student, Julz, fellow comp student and Sci.Cong partner, Netia, the very best desky(form4) I have ever ever had! He and I just clicked. Anyiri, back desky and my very chief hater in school:) and several others who I can't mention here(the ones mentioned are the most memorable). Then there's Anthony. Know him because of St. John's. He might not know this ,because I don't show my emotions, but I don't think I'd've survived 4th form without him. He took me through a lot. And he rarely ever complained - not that there much to complain about as far as I know. If I prayed I'd thank God for him but since I don't I'll just be thankful he was and still is a part of my life.
  
  That brings an end to the things I'm thank Maseno for teaching and giving to me. They're probably more but at the time of my writing this I couldn't think of them. What are you greatful to your high school for? Let me know in the comments. Btw if you think my blog is worth following let your friends know and your twitollers(twitter+followers;) too. Cheers!!! And as always PEACE!!!!

• My weekend home alone...

  Posted: March 9, 2010, 5:26 pm by cdohnio

  So I'm sitting in the balcony at my dad's place, writing this post and thinking of exactly how to do it. I have been out here i a while and it feels good to be out in the fresh air of Uppah. My sister is in one of her moods because she's coming back from her weekend with my mum. She always comes back like this and I'm wandering if its really doing her any good but thats a story for another post...
  
  Today's post is actually about my weekend. This last one. And no its not one of crazier ones. Its was actually quiet normal and boring. I was home alone this weekend. For most my age that would've been the perfect excuse to throw a party or go out all weekend but I didn't do any of that. On Friday I went to school and came directly home to watch movies. Saturday I was in church most of the day though later I went to my friends house to pick up some cables I'd asked him to get for me. Sunday I woke up to find the day overcast so there went my plans for swimming and also the electricity had gone, so I began to read His Dark Materials:The Golden compass.
  
  So thats how I spent my weekend. Pretty dull, right? And this weekend got me thinking,well actually been thinking about it for a couple of weeks on and off sub-consciously, am I normal teenager? Normal teenagers would have gone crazy but I didn't. Its not the first time. For me I would comfortably spend a weekend alone with my girlfriend watching movies and lazying around doing a lot of nothing or with my best friend telling stories and watching movies. Unfortunately for me, my best friend left the country in Dec for school and I have no girlfriend.
  
  On Saturday I found out there was a birthday party for a friend(?) of mine that people had gone to in L.A. I didn't get an invite so I only found out like at 10.p.m and by that time buses out of Uppah had died and i was too broke to take a taxi anywhere. But it got me thinking...Why hadn't I gotten an invite? And why hadn't any one tried to call me to ask wether I could make it? After all I knew(I was later to hear) most of the people at the party.
  
  I came to the conclusion that it was because I wasn't part of that crew. After all all the people there were from L.A and had grown up together so I was kinda an outsider. I don't think think they did it on purpose though. Let me explain the crew dynamic and what I mean by crew. A crew is a group of people with something in common that binds them together. It could be that you grew up together or that you go/went to the same school. These are the people you're tight with,you gel together and enjoy each others company. They're also the people you call when ever you have an event you want to celebrate or generally just hang out. Still it stings that no one thought of inviting me.
  
  So back to what I was saying I've recently coming to the realization that I have no friends that I can randomly call to over at my place when its free. And I'm wandering why that is...and I realize that after my best friend left the country I've been kind of lonely when it comes to someone you can just call over and chill with. Someone you can get bored with and still say you where having fun. So I've came to the realization that I relied on my best friend a little more than I realized...
  
  

  This is the balcony after I was finished writing...
  So why did I put up this post? I just need to vent and to ask all of you:Am I normal? Let me know what you think in the comments.Btw I realized, while writing this, there is someone I could call but they're so far away right now.PEACE!!

• Test blog...O,1,2,3!!

  Posted: March 4, 2010, 2:31 pm by cdohnio

  Okay...yesterday for the three hours I was supposed to be doing Remote Desktop accessing I was trawling the web looking for an app that would allow me to comfortably blog from my phone and also it had to free, before you call me cheap Kenya is still a little behind when it comes to online transactions. So after an almost three hours search I found a few...but most where not free and even the one I'm using now is a demo for 30 days.
  
  So what app I'm I using? Its called wavelog and so far its been cool. I haven't had the time to check out its full features but I thought I'd test out its basic features with this post. So I'm going to try post this now.PEACE!!

• Things every girl should be thankful for...

  Posted: March 3, 2010, 11:22 pm by cdohnio

  So I've been thinking of what I'll put for my new blog post for the last couple of weeks and just couldn't make up my mind. So many ideas but no executions at all... Also I found a couple of things I wrote out a long time ago and I've been debating wether to post them here, I still haven't decided yet, they're of a rather personal nature but be sure you'll see them some day.
  
  I was also shocked to get requests request to update my blog from to of my followers on twitter,@deadly_halo and @Mousse013 which is extremely gratifying. It lets me know that someone out there is reading, likes what they read and wants more. Cheers to them both! Now on to the post.
  
  So I'm one person who likes to look at people. Everywhere I go I'm looking at the people I'm passing on the streets, in church, in the papers, in class and on TV. But I don't do it to notice chics curves(which I still notice :) but for peoples facial expressions and for the clothes and shoes(mostly chics) people wear. So with all this there are several things I've noticed and want to talk about. Some of these things I hate, some of them I love and the rest I have no opinion of. But all of them are thing chics should be extremely thankful for.
  
  To start with stunnas. These things have became a permanent part of chics wardrode. You'd be hardpressed to find a fashionsavvy girl on the stress with out a pair on or in her hand bag. Now with all my looking I've noticed that a girl with these things on becames a great degree hotter than they really are. Think about it. They hide half the girls face and an extremely vital part of her flyness/whackness;her eyes. They make the girl look mysterious and leave you wandering what or who she was looking at... Totally not fair for us dudes! But I personally I'm indifferent about them so if you're to meet me with them on I wouldn't care to much about them.
  
  Next weaves, extensions and wigs. These things are that girsl use/put that I hate most. As in I get why you'd have to wear them but I doesn't mean I like them. First of all most of you get really really poor jobs done! The hair looks synthetic and totally not yours, with your very bad hair showing underneath or worse, the places you were plaited. Even the ones well done still annoy because you're blatantly lying to the world(read guys) about your hair. As someone who has a thing for girls with long hair I take this extremely personal! DEATH TO ALL WEAVE!!!
  
  Skinny jeans. Probably the one thing every girl needs in her wardrobe and I'll drink to that. These jeans serve the dual purpose of making you're legs look superhot while hiding them completely and highlight your curves. No problems of cellulite(Yes, I know what it is) or scars and bruises espeacially the knees. These can make any girl look good, except the really fat, and every girl should own a pair or five. And ladies experiment with bright colours.
  
  Knee length boots. There is just something about a pair of well worn boots that say look at me I'm superdoper confident and I know I'm fine. Still on shoes its unfair that girls can get a pair of shoes at 2soc and also that they have so much variety!
  
  For now I think thats all I have to say. Think about what I've said then tell me what you think in the comments or tweet me. Also what else(fashion-wise) do you think girls should be thankful for.
  
  On a breif side note:Men in Nairobi really don't have much of a dress sense but then again do we have options? Until the next post...PEACE!!!

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