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• Busted!!!

  Posted: September 23, 2010, 5:39 pm by cdohnio

  Hey y'all! Yes, I already have another post for you already! I don't know how long this momentum will maintain but recently I keep finding more and more stuff to write about. Also I really don't have to much to do in the evenings because well the assignments haven't really kicked in. So for now I have much to write.
  
  The other weekend my cousin, yes the one featuring in the last post and one before it, invited his girlfriend from home to school,with her sis, who he was trying to hook me up with.
  
  
  They came just after 2 and since they had not had lunch we decided to take the to the school mess, which due to the 'late' hour had already shut down. So we had to take them to one of the many places that have names like Hill hotel and Hotel but really they're just cafes.
  
  So we went to the closest one, I wanted us all to sit at the same table but my cousin insisted that we sit at separate tables couple-couple. Idiot!!(You'll see why soon)
  
  So while we were eating, things with ummm lets call her L were going very well btw, I noticed that L's attention was shifting between the counter and her sister so I looked over my shoulder towards the counter and who do I see there? Previously mentioned papped fresha and Leon, who looked to be trying to explain to her what was going on, and failing! I glanced at L's sis and she was also looking suspiciously at them. It was all I could do from laughing.
  
  Of course, I didn't pay them too much attention. If he was going to get away with this he didn't need my attention otherwise he's girlfriends, the both of them, would've know something was up.
  
  I don't know how he explained his way out of it but somehow he emerged relatively unscathed though visibly shaken from the ordeal. I just laughed at him, hard. I personally find it funny that he actually cheated and then got caught, I mean why do it anyway? It's just an unnecessary risk. You already know some of my thoughts on unfaithfulness. This is just something I found so hilarious. And I tried to tell him it'd be better to sit together but he insisted, right? Idiot, just like I said:-D Peace!

• Fresha papped!!

  Posted: September 22, 2010, 8:17 pm by cdohnio

  I wrote this a while back but my phone mem-card decided it's misbehaving and got a virus or bug of some sort and I had to format it. And this post was on it so I had to write it again which I'm sure it'll not be as awesome as when I first penned it but know I'll try my best.
  
  
  So my cuzo came to room about a week ago with what I saw as both shocking and awesome news! The girl he was aiming for, the one I told you about before, had ingia'd box(That's to say she was really feeling his vybe, hey half my audience is actually from the US). Yup she had been papped!!:-D Of course I was happy and proud because as far as I could tell at the time he was setting pace for all freshas. Most freshas are still keeping to themselves looking as confused and lost as ever.
  
  But he went on to tell me something even far more interesting than her ingia'ing box. That things with her were going to well she was going to wash his clad the next day. I was like WTF!!!!!!!??? When!? How? He even goes on to add that it was her who suggested it.
  
  To say I was shocked would be an slight understatement. But it got me thinking of something I've noticed here on campus. I was come back from one of my lesson and I notice the guy two doors down from me, his room door is wide open and loud music, Westlife, booming through it but what was interesting was who was listening to them and what she was doing.
  
  She was hard at work scrubbing and mopping the floor of the room. Get this: my hostel is all boys, in fact the nearest girls hostel is almost 1km away(much to my annoyance). I didn't think much about it until the next day, I see another girl vigorously washing clothes outside another hostel and all the clothes were guy clothes. And then my cuzo comes and tells me this and it got me thinking.
  
  All the girls I know, and I'd like to assure it's no small number, there's not a single one who I can imagine doing anything like washing her dude's clothes or cleaning his room. In fact most, like my sis, would laugh at you so hard for asking you'd never dare again.
  
  So this brings me to the stuff I've been asking myself, where the fuck do these girls come from? I mean where have they been hiding all my life? And no it's not a village thing or something like that some of these girls live in the capital and other major cities and have gone to some of the better schools in our country. So really why would these girls do all this for relationships that probably won't last?
  
  I asked around and it's not just on this campus, apparently elsewhere they cook and wash dishes. And I actually have a friend who expects everything to be split half half. If she cooks, you're cutting the tomatoes and onions. Uh and you'll probably wash that plate you ate on. The main question here is, what makes these girls so different? And is all the equality and independent, strong willed women thing a load of crap blown way out of proportion? Let me know in the comments and on twitter because for real, I'm confused. Peace!!!

• Guest post: Sunset

  Posted: September 16, 2010, 8:50 pm by cdohnio

  This is a short story written by one of my best friends. It's my very first guest post so I look at it as part of the growth of my blog. You know showing that other people don't mind their work appearing here and actually might appreciate it being put up. Look out for another guest post soon!! 
  
  
  Sunsets always brought out the beauty I wanted to see. Every day, the sunset looked different to me. That day, I had been looking at the sunset for a really long time. As the sun continued to set, I saw everything in a new light. It was the most beautiful blend of colors ranging from orange to pink and just the lightest touch of purple. It reminded me of him and what he meant to my life.
  
  
  
  I looked into his eyes and all I could see was my life. And in a few moments that is all that I would have. His grip on my hand was tighter than anything I had ever felt before. My heart felt much tighter but the pressure on my hand came as a welcome distraction. Here, before my eyes, was our life flashing past, clip after clip after endless clip. It was over. There was nothing I could do to change it.
  
  The doctor walked into the room, with his stethoscope hanging across his neck. My husband’s chart was in his hands. I feared raising my eyes to meet his. It seemed like my fate was sealed. If I had enough courage to look at him, I could have seen the small furrows on his forehead as he looked at the chart. I tried to ignore him but there was this elephant in the room that neither of us was talking about.
  
  My husband held my hand tighter. I look down at him. A thin film of perspiration had formed on his skin. His eyes were shouting for attention. I brushed away his hair from his forehead and planted a light kiss on it. My arms wanted to go around him. I wanted to feel that sure embrace. I wanted the assurance that he was still strong enough to make love to me. I wanted this to be over.
  
  The doctor called for my attention. He asked me to meet him in the hallway. I stepped out of the room into the well lit bright hallway. The doctor turned to me. We had made a promise that he would tell me the truth from the get go.
  
  He laid the cards on the table. The heart was slowly giving way. The next few hours were all I had left. All we had left.
  
  My eyes rose to me face as the tears rolled down in two steady streams. My shoulders shook from the sob that raked my body from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair. I felt my knees give way. I was lying on the floor. My mouth moved and out came words that even I could not understand. The only thought that went through my brain is this could not be happening. It could not be over. Not like that. Not that simply. No. It couldn’t be.
  
  I had to get myself together. His last moments had to be memorable. His last breath had to be peaceful. He could not see me like this. I felt the last tears as they drained out of my eyes. I felt the doctor’s strong arm help me up. He handed me his handkerchief. I passed the white square piece of cloth across my eyes. I blew my nose so hard, it didn’t feel like mine anymore. One last breath for composure found me opening the door to the room.
  
  This room had been my home for one week but I felt like I had been here for eternity. The tubes running all over the floor, the machines beeping, the windows constantly shut and the smell of clean. My husband held out his hand as he saw me enter. I clasped his hand in mine and raised our hands to my lips. The love I felt for him was growing deeper and deeper. We weren’t done yet.
  
  All our life had been spent moving from one thing to another. Before the wedding was our careers, after the wedding was the children. After the children were the weddings. After the weddings were grand children. Now, here we were, chasing time we had spent. We had spent our lives but at this moment in time, I was looking back. I wish we had spent more time smelling the roses along the path.
  
  He took my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes. His mouth started moving. He told me of his deep love and how he knew I was his from the first moment we met. He told me that he was honored to have brought life into this world with me, that he had been honored to stand by my side through the mountains and the valleys. He did not have to tell me he loved me. I could feel it from every moment we spent together.
  
  My tears started to roll down my cheeks. I told him that I loved him more than life itself. Though I had felt unworthy of his love when we had begun, he had showered me with it day after day. I told him that the sun rose and set on him. He was my violin, my rose, my better half. All of him was more than enough for all of me. I held his hand and bent down to place that last kiss on his lips. I felt him use the last of his strength to kiss me back. I had to savor this moment.
  
  The machines came alive. There was beeping left and right. The nurse stormed into the room and gave me the look that said “move away”. She went straight to the machine and tried to make sense out of it. She then ran out to call the doctor. The doctor came in and placed his fingers at my husband’s throat. He looked at his watch and declared the time of death.
  
  I knew I wanted to cry. He was gone. Then it dawned on me. Life was better because he had been at my side. All the memories of the years gone by were enough to sustain me in the days I had left to lead. It was better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. It was in that moment that I knew that I was at the right place. This was where I was meant to be.
  
  The End
  
  
  I hope you liked it! If you did, or didn't, let me know in the comments. I, and I'm sure my friend, would love to know your thoughts. Peace!!
  

• Campus and music

  Posted: September 2, 2010, 8:30 pm by cdohnio

  Too soon to be doing another post? Have you even fully digested the last one? It's okay you can read both of them! Right? Anyway I'm in my room at about 10.30pm, not really trying to sleep but in bed none the less, phone in my hand and it hits me there's a lot of noise in the background.
  
  I pause to listen and I hear about 4 different sources of music and sound all seemly competing to overpower the rest.
  The dude across from my room is listening to traditional Luyha Christian choir songs, some dude up the hall is booming his favourite rhumba and lingala tracks while his neighbour watches an action movie at max volume. Two doors down from me is some playing what seems to be a Hip hop mix and further down opposite some is listening to reggae/ragga.
  
  What is unfortunate is that some of this music is headache inducing for me, especially the Luhya Christian songs from my closest neighbour! Someone, please kill me now! I feel like committing suicide!*Pulls out sumarai sword and stabs himself in the heart and twists, honourable like*
  
  Why, you might ask, am I not booming my own music? Well all I carried, electronics-wise, when coming was my phone. But wait, just wait, when I finally set up my noise making devices they'll rue the day they inadvertently declared war on my poor ears. Hard and metal rock until they come and beg me to stop! I can tell that they won't like it, so few people do. I can't wait *rubs hands in glee*
  
  

  I can't wait until I can launch this on everyone on campus. MAX VOLUME!!

  All this ranting actually brings me to the point of this post. While I may hate the music being played it made my realise something; I had previously assumed that most people my age listen to certain types of music; hip hop, locals, reggae and ragga & similar styles while the rest was old people music but it seems the taste of my generation is as diverse as the people of the world.
  
  Some of us are tall, short, fat, thin, black, blue, yellow, red, white, brown-eyed, blue-eyed, gay, sraight or bi and others yet asexual but somehow we learn to live together just as I'm learning to live with the noise of other people's horrible taste in music:). Learn to live with your brother's(and sister's) choices and tastes! Peace!

• The first campus post!:)

  Posted: September 1, 2010, 8:47 pm by cdohnio

  Okay ladies and gentlemen! This is the very first post coming direct from my campus!! The first campus-post! Yeah I joined campus, finally, in Maseno! It's written in two parts, the first were the thing's written on the first day I arrived in the morning and mostly on the registration line. Everything else was after! This is not conclusive, I'm still organising my thoughts, but it'll have to do until I can give you something more solid. Hopefully this means a return to more regular blogging for me!*Fingers crossed*
  
  
  
  
   Part1
  The next 4 years of my life began with a bodaboda ride into the Siriba compus. Only to join the reegistration line. Note that it's about 7.30, I can't believe the line is this long! Crap!
  
  Still on the line, I've noticed the line for the girls is far shorter than that of the boys at least for the faculty of science.
  
  Standing here in the line, still, I'm noticing that the sun is about to rise above the trees that are protecting us for it and looking at the speed at which the line is moving I'm going to be cooked, well-done, scratch that I'm going to be burnt, before I register.:(
  
  Another thing to be noticed from here is the girls in the faculty of Arts look so so much hotter than those in Science.
  
  Shock! There a girl here report who's already preggas! The hell!?? I always thought that people'd wait for the last year of school. But I guess a head start isn't bad
  Part2
  So I've now spent almost 2 weeks on campus and what do I have to report?
  
  Not much really, life really just goes on I guess. I can tell you though school can be rather boring if you have nothing to do or something to entertain you. Infact the first week has been like that boring because the continuing students hadn't reported yet.
  
  My random acts of kindness count has enjoyed a dramatic climb! So many continuing students have been crashing in my room(my room mate was late) or leaving their bags with me for safe keeping and shit.
  
  Also they told me stories of how continuing students scramble for the fresha girls(What me and my cuzo call Fresha Pap!!*snap fingers*) and the tactics they use. Apparently game has very little to do with anything. What matters is the music system in your room, laptops and other physical posessions. I personally wouldn't like to be with a girl just coz she likes what I have (bought with daddy's money), would you?
  
  Still on that I meet this girl here, but just before we reported so atleast I had a slight head start against the rest of my year. She's not really my type, she seems the type to be papped!*snapping fingers* But she's an in to one of the girls hostels and through her I've met several, far more interesting, chics. Yes I'm selfish like that.
  
  While on the topic of chics I'm on a no ulterior motives vybe, been on it for several months. I no longer vybe chics with the goal of being more than friends with them. I find it makes for much less stress.
  
  The first years have some in all types of dressing styles but I'm more interested in the people who dress in some seriously shady styles. There's this one girl in my class who wore a skirt(length: past the kness), sports shoes and socks written USA! I swear I almost colapsed! Who does that? I'm sure if @nanciellah saw her she'd have died! But I'll keep an eye on her to see how school might influence her clothing choices in the future.
  
  Well all in all I can say that school looks like it'll be one of my more interesting experiences! Stay tuned for more campus tales and others, soon! Peace!
  
  Overheard:
  Ng'arisha maisha na fresha
  90 freshas in 90 days
  Jikonect na fresha
  
  Feel free to add anything else you've heard, peace!!

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