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• Her eyes...

  Posted: February 28, 2011, 9:46 am by cdohnio

  This is a description of the eyes of a girl I know, she's beautiful but one of her striking feature is her eyes they contain so much that I fear this description falls short of what they contain but I've tried my best and thought I'd share it with you:

  These aren't her's but they give you an idea

  Deep,drowning with a sort of simmering energy behind them like they could instant explode into intense emotion...they know what your thinking and it amuses them...calling,daring,dreamy and ever so seductive.Enigmatic a twinling of mischieviousness in them,playful
  
  There's more in them but I lack words...
  
  In other news, people will be standing together all over the country, Kenya, to sing the national anthem to show against divisive politics. "At 1pm Kenyans will unite to sing all three verse of our beautiful and powerful National Anthem. On the 28th February 2011 the world will watch as Kenyans stand UNITED; 1pm, 1 nation, 1 people, 1 anthem, united in 1 prayer for 1 Kenya."-taken directly from their website. I'm still debating whether I'll be joining them. We'll see, I'm building syke for it. If I do I may just blog about it. Peace!!

• Green park

  Posted: February 26, 2011, 10:13 pm by cdohnio

  Ladies and gentlemen last week on Friday, for the first time, I went to one of the locals around school for drinks with a new friend of mine, @joeemgee, at a place call Green Park. Yup, it was awesome up so I want to tell you about it.
  
  
  We were supposed to meet there at 8, 8.30 but somehow I only got there at 9 and Joe around thirty minutes later. I check in and well to tell you the truth it looked better than expected. Clean and very simple. I saw one of my classmates, a girl, who seemed to be on a double date. Wait can you really have a proper date in a bar? Of course, I planted myself right there while I waited for Joe, I don't think her date liked it.}:)
  
  Joe checked in and I left my classmate, Joe immediately ordered our drink and we joined one of his friends at his table. Now from here I generally just kept quite and observed everything going on around me and trying to keep up with the conversation going on on my table.
  
  So now a quick recap of the night
  
  -There was this girl, obviously drunk, who was wearing a white dress. This dress was so short it might as well have been an oversized t-shirt. It kinda had this night dress fabric thing going on(yup, see through) and it was those flowing type, which you'd think she'd consider when she dancing but no it kept raising threatening to reveal all but somehow it didn't. Oh and it low cut, and she had massive boobs. Oh and she was kinda beautiful. More on her later.
  
  -We spent quite a bit of time scanning the bar commenting on the hotness of the girls there. In fact there was one particularly well blessed one, chest-wise who Joe commented "Matitty pap!!!" and when ever she came to our table he'd openly stare at her chest which I was shocked she didn't notice. I looked too, trust you couldn't not stare, they where that big, but I like to think I was more discrete.
  
  -Other girls where standing at the bar seemingly doing nothing and not really drinking anything. After looking at them there for like 10 minutes I asked Joe, who was my guide to the compass bar scene, about them and why he didn't vibe them and he told me those were to be stayed away from. Apparently they stand around waiting to get vybed then they ask for drinks, which of course if you wanna keep vybing them you have to buy:-D so generally you wait for someone else to buy the drinks then you do the slicing!:)
  
  -But I swear I could have gone blind that night, you know the way your mum told you if you saw a grown woman naked? Well at some point the chic with the white dress came over, put her leg on the arm of the chair of one of the dudes at my table and let him finger her, right there. This was like in the very center of the room and this bar is really well light. I turned away before my mums promise(curse?) of blindness came fulfilled. NASTY!!!
  
  -A fight almost broke out because of some idiot who didn't know when to shut up. I mean even me, in my inebriated state, could tell that if the nigga shut up he wouldn't be in so much shit. He got kicked out. Idiot.
  
  -Oh and I saw a lecturer so drunk he was falling over himself. If that was one of my teachers I doubt I'd ever be able to take them seriously ever again.
  
  Okay then enough about other what did I do and learn? I drank, obviously. What were supposed to be 2 drinks became 7. Joe and his friends are quite generous :) I danced with that classmate of mine, and realised I really like dancing...with girls. I learnt that I will never be a heavy weight drinker, the guys at my table, including Joe, those are the really drinkers and finally if I fall asleep high and get woken up I'll puke.
  
  All in all it was a really fun night! Mad thanks to @joeemgee and his pals!! Maybe this weekend I’ll go drinking again, apparently that Friday it was rather empty. That should be fun:) Peace!!!

• The players wife

  Posted: February 25, 2011, 6:21 pm by cdohnio

  First, I’d like to apologise to you, my readers, for not updating this blog for so long. I don’t know why but I've been extremely lazy to do stuff recently. I have no syke for school or lessons. But still I promised more regular updates and I plan to keep that promise. I have a laptop after all.
  
  Anyway away from that and on to today’s topic: The player’s wife. I have a friend; he’s the player (Kelly*). I have another friend (Dina*), she’s the wife. And why is this spectacular or note-worthy?
  Kelly is the type of dude who on a typical weekend could bed 2 different girls and then not call or talk to them ever again. He’s a player and he’s not ever abashed admitting it to anyone who asks him (It’s weird that girls never think to ask questions until his already bedded them). He’s a nice guys to hang around and he’s one of my close friends here in uni.
  
  Dina is the good girl of our class. Polite, honest and dresses conservatively. She never misses class and you can trust her to have up-to date notes in every class even the obscure ones like HIV&AIDS(which, fun-fact, I’ve only attended a single lecture of).
  
  So how can she be his wife? Well she’s not really his wife (girlfriend) but she is the most consistent girl in his life. She’s the only one he calls on a daily basis and he almost always knows exactly where she is at anytime of the day. She’s the one girl whose calls he always picks, and he sees her everyday. All this is because she’s the one who gives him notes and keeps him up-to date with what’s happening in class. She’s the reason he’s able to pass any classes (he misses most). His life would fall apart without her
  
  It’s only this week I began to call her his wife. She’s like that girl in the movies; she’s the assistant or friend of the dude who’s a player and she’s the only reason or thing in he’s life that keeps him stable. Of course in the movies the dude usually falls for the dude or vice versa. That parts bullshit but the rest is pretty sound reason, I've seen it with my own eyes. So have you guys notice this too with your friends who are players? Or are you a player with a similar experience? Let me know what you’re thinking in the comments. Peace!!!
  
  *Not their real names

• Suicide

  Posted: February 12, 2011, 4:47 pm by cdohnio

  Today I'm in a sufficiently depressed to post this rather dull post. I wrote it when I was going through a really bad time in my life. I'm feeling right now something similar to what I did then.
  Has any of you really contemplated suicide? As in really really thought about it? I have. Sometime I feel it'd be better than all the sadness in the world. Where everyone's life seems to be going better than yours?
  
  No, I really don't want to hear that crap of there people out there going through worse! I really don't care about them do I? I don't know them.
  
  Death would be sweet release, from worry, from probelms, from uncertainty, from pain, from control, from sadness, from fear, from feeling, from thought.
  
  And so what if I go to hell?(I believe in it) It'll not be forever and anyway my version of hell, the one I believe in, any pain would be instant before I become nothing. That isn't so bad. Infact it's perfect! Just a few moments of judgement, a chance to know that the people I care about most made it to heaven and then blank. Relief.
  
  I've thought about it, as in really thought about it, how best to do it so it's least painful(I have a morbid fear of pain) if a note would be left, what would be on it. Who'd really miss me if I was gone. How the funeral would be. Who'd be there. What I'd want said about me. Which one of my parents would consider it their fault. In less words I mean I've thought about it a lot.
  
  I'm not going to kill myself. There's something you could say anchoring me to this life. If that anchor disappeared, I'd die, I don't think there'd be much to live for. No point of going on.
  
  I'm leaving comments on this but I'm asking that the sympathy be kept to a mininum. After all it's never that serious:) Peace!

• Am I being an asshole?

  Posted: February 10, 2011, 10:34 am by cdohnio

  Hey y’all! I’ve been on a kind of high since the weekend. I finally got off my ass and went for the shopping I should’ve gone for 4 weeks ago meaning I have some food in my room finally. I went shags(the country house) for a day so that I could have a bit of solitude and found my dad there, he gave me some cash:) which for someone my age is better than solitude. Also he gave me something even better than money; my own laptop!!

  Is this true?

  
  It’s a beast and then some. It’s a tablet convertible.  I’m absolutely in love with it. I may do a post on it someday soon just so that you can turn green in envy. You guys refused to donate to my laptop fund, now I have one I want to rub it in your faces…hard!!*evil cackle* I didn’t even get any spam messages from it. NKT! You guys are mean. Where’s the love?
  Anyway that’s not why I’m writing this. I’m writing this because I’ve been feeling rather bad recently. And I know where it’s coming from, it’s cause. My laptop.
  I know, it’s so unfair that something I’ve wanted for so long, and love, is giving me grief. Allow to explain. Due to my laptop’s unique nature (I think it’s the only one of its kind on campus) and my generally friendly nature everyone wants some time with it. Unfortunately, I’ve been feeling very mean and protective of it. I don’t want anyone but me to use it or even touch it.
  Take example one friend wanted to install Virtual DJ on it and I felt like shouting, “Why the fuck would I want to out that on my machine? Just because its touch screen?” but I just said rather forcefully I think that I wouldn’t be installing it. Or another friend wanted to install Fifa and I didn’t  want to because it’s a huge space hog and it’d mean this friend may be borrowing my laptop more than I’d like.
  So what’s the point of tell you this? I want/need your advice because I’ve been feeling that I maybe just being mean to people who want to use my laptop. And it’s not just with my laptop but with anything of mine especially when it’s still new. I mean am I being a jackass for being stingy with my stuff? And also at which point would it be people taking advantage of my generosity? While I don’t want to be mean, I also don’t want to be uncomfortable or taken advantage of because of my generosity. Help? Peace!!

• Campus Drama: My thoughts

  Posted: February 4, 2011, 10:15 am by cdohnio

  So while I was narrating this story( Catch part one here) to you guys-and girls- I've tried to as objective as possible and tell the story as I saw it then, through my eyes, without giving you too much of what I thought of the situation after really thinking about it. So that's what this post is about.
  
  I don't know about you but I've always been of the opinion that get pregnant at my age-which is rather young, think kid, baby-is stupid. Yes, I'm saying that Q was stupid to get pregnant. I mean think about it in this day and age you only get pregnant if you want to, what with condoms, contraceptives, e-pills and of course abstinence, it's either that or you're stupid. I told Q as much.
  
  Finally, if I ever got a girl pregnant, I have two options and option 2 is only taken after 1 fails.
  Option 1: I ask the girl to marry me. Really. I was just raised like that, it's something that has been really drilled into me by my mum, also it's something I'd want to do because I wouldn't want any child of mine born out of wed-lock and anyway it would be against my honour not to at least try and ask. All this is rather old fashioned but that's just me, this is a decision I made and I plan to stick to it if it ever comes to it. Anyway people can grow in love, right?
  Option 2:If she doesn't like option 1 and is not planning to keep the baby do everything on my power, limited right now though they are, to give her all the support I can, financial and emotional. Be there for her as much as can. You can chalk this one up to my honour too. It'd be pussy to leave her in such a state. I probably couldn't look at myself in the mirror again!(And I like looking at myself in the mirror!!)
  
  That's why what E did pissed me off so much. You make a girl pregnant, you refuse to go with her to take a test and then you have the audacity to ask she goes through another test? The fuck! I mean, do you really think she wants to go through that again? Is it even fair? Then refusing to help clean up your mess, that's just wrong! I still can't walk past E in school without grimacing. He actually disgusts me. I hope he knows it.
  
  Finally, I'm pro-abortion, how ever in a discussion with one of my best friends, she told me that there was no need to have aborted, that these days getting pregnant wasn't a big deal and it wouldn't have been as bad as Q envisioned. What do yáll think? Let me know in the comments. Peace!!!

• Why a Kenyan revolution will never happen

  Posted: February 3, 2011, 11:16 pm by cdohnio

  I needed to out this up quick which is why I’m doing this on a day I already have on post up but I feel the longer I wait the less relevant what I have to say becomes. Also I'm not a political scientist or any sort of expert on revolutions and such matters, these are just my thoughts.
  Recently, ever since the Tunisia and then Egypt protests and revolts there’s been a lot of chatter on my time-line(Twitter) about whether such a thing can be repeated in Kenya. Today there was even talk of one  on 28th February. I don’t know where this one came from but there were a lot of tweets tagged with it in the morning.I kind of found this laughable because I knew it could never happen, not yet anyway. Why? Well that’s why I’m writing this to explain why I know it could never happen.
  We don’t have the balls.  We’re way too comfortable to have a citizen-led revolution. We’re too scared to do what it takes. The post-election violence that happened in 2008 has put in us a health fear of such “revolution”. Even today, when the #feb28 tweets were flying around tweets going around begging for calm, that there were more peaceful means to change the piteous state our country’s in. Someone mentioned the new constitutional implementation as a way to change things.
  Don’t get me wrong, I’m very pro-peace but what I need my fellow Kenyan’s to realise is that for change to come, a revolution to take place you have to be ready to make sacrifices, I’m not talking about money but lives. Yes, I’m saying that for change to happen in a revolutionary manner we must be ready to die. Until that day we’re ready to lay down our lives  to see change we’ll have to be content with the manner that reforms are being implemented in our country, snail’s-pace and probably a couple of generations out.
  I’m not saying that the revolution must necessarily be violent but I am saying that we must be ready to die for it. I say this because the system we’d want to change, the corruption and impunity will not want to change. The people who back it will not want to change, they will fight back and do so violently. We all saw it during the post election violence. They have the power and means to hire and entice people to kill and intimidate anyone who tries to change the system that has  given them vast amounts of wealth and power. Case and point the Ocampo six.
  These guys have managed simultaneously make their prosecution and tribal and political debate and coerce the government to somehow consider their defence one of national pride and honour, hence pay for it, simply because they’re part of the government. I mean are you fucking serious? Crime cannot be protected simply because it's committed by the government or members of it.
  Also for this country to undergo a revolution the middle class needs to take part in it. We won’t. We’re too selfish. We all only ever think about ourselves and/or our families. Think about it. Sure we’ll complain about the corruption, the sorry state of our judicial systems and poor infrastructure but when it comes down to it we all manage to living with them, quite comfortably I can add. We’re not ready to lose that comfort. I think this still goes back to what I said before.
  I’ll leave you all with this short story from the post election violence period:Kibaki had just been declared president and sworn-in in increase darkness. We saw on TV that Kibera was rioting. Looking out the window you could just make out the smoke in the distance( we stay liked 20 mins walk from Kibera in those days).Later that night there was talk that Raila had called a rally at Uhuru park, that he was going to swear himself in. My aunt and mum made plans to go. They weren't going to stand for their election being stolen.Morning came. They woke up syked, charged. They dress in jeans, t-shirts and running shoes. There was talk of “If there’s no transport, we’ll walk. Even if the police come there we’re prepared to stand our ground.They left the house and out of our court. I immediately put on the TV to find out what the situation around Uhuru Park was. A ring of police and GSU all round the place, armed to the teeth.3minutes later the door opens and there are my aunt and mum. Apparently the GSU(General Service Unit, special police unit used in special situation mostly riot control) men had chosen outside of gate to deploy to stop protesters who were trying to make it to Uhuru park on foot and they had been told to return to house immediately. I laughed my head off!
  I fear this is what will happen if we ever tried for a revolution, we turn back scared at the very first opposition we meet. I’d like to point out that both relations in Egypt and Tunisia started with death. Also in Egypt, when they had gathered together in Tahrir square they stayed there besides the police harassing and wounding and killing them and today apparently there been pro Mubarak supporters causing havoc and death. That’s all I have to say. As always peace!!!!
  PS: I read an interesting post on revolution on Diasporadical today by misternv. I suggest you go check it out. Again peace!!

• Campus drama: the last part

  Posted: February 3, 2011, 1:10 pm by cdohnio

  Continuing from here
  
  I don’t like this dude, E. He looks shifty, dodgy. But then again that might have something to do with him knocking up my friend but not so much, I remember I met him when I went Greenpark (local around school), he didn’t seem to like me cutting in the way I did.
  
  
  He seemed to look rather scared when Q asked that he clears the room of everyone, except me and W. Then she began to talk to E. She told him that she had gone to hospital to get tested, that the results were positive, she was pregnant. And guess what he asked?
  
  He asked why she hadn’t called him when she was going for the test. She told him that she had tried to call him earlier, after she first informed him of her suspicions but his phone was very off so she couldn’t reach him. Then he asked why we-me and W-were there, why we took her to hospital. I was like WTF??? Is the nigga daft??? Ati why us and not him, nktesticles!!! She told him there was no way she was going to face this alone, so she need her friends, best ones in school around her.
  
  Around this point, W, suggested that we leave to give them some privacy which was probably a superb idea because I was so very tempted to begin making snide comments. Outside, W who seemed to know these things really well, told me that he didn’t think that things were going to well. I don’t know what went on behind those closed doors but I know when that he didn’t take her, and by extension, our, word that she was paged and demanded another test. Only then would he help with her abortion.
  
  So that’s it. That's all that happened. Unaltered or censored, except of course by the quality of my memory. Though this isn't something you forget is it? I mean it was my first experience of something like this and hopefully my last. By the way Q would've done the test again except that E disappeared after that and his phone either went answered or was off. There's another post tomorrow giving you a bit of my thoughts and opinions. Peace

• Campus drama: Part3

  Posted: February 2, 2011, 1:43 pm by cdohnio

  Continuing from here
  
  “Hello, R?”
  
  “Hey, how are you?”
  
  “Fine, it’s cdohnio”
  
  “Ahhh, cdohnio how are you? How’s school?”
  
  “I’m cool, school’s fine, listen I have something rather delicate to ask you”
  
  “Ask…”in serious and curious tone.
  
  “First of all you have to promise to keep this secret, you can’t tell anyone, not my mum, not aunty, not your bro….(add several family members here)….no one!”
  
  “Okay, what is it?”suspicion.
  
  “I have a friend, a girl, she gotten herself in a delicate situation and she wandering the price of something. You know Hosithis, right?”
  
  “Yes…”slight worry.
  
  “How much is it to get an operation there?”
  
  “A what? Abortion…?”definite worry.
  
  “Well, yes”
  
  “Ummm, about 8k”
  
  “8?”
  
  “Yeah. But we can do it for her at 4k at Hosithat. If she doesn’t mind it.”
  
  “4, really?”
  
  “Yes. Wait , cdohnio, she’s pregnant, right? And she has a baby? Your baby?” fear and anxiety
  
  “No, not mine, do I look stupid? She’s just a friend I’m doing a favour for”
  
  “ Oh, phewks, I thought…”major relief
  
  “Nah, not me, I’m a good boy and very careful. By the way this is a really close friend of mine if anything happens to her I’ll kill you, you have to make sure she’ll be okay.”
  
  “Don’t worry these things are done all the time”
  
  “So how long will it take?”
  
  “About 30mins and it’ll be done”
  
  “Cool, I give you call when we get the cash together, cool?”
  
  “Sure, anytime.”
  
  “And R thanks a lot I really appreciate this, love you!!”
  
  Click.
  
  I asked Q if she had heard what I said, and also filled her, and W, in on the parts they may not have heard. So what was next? We decided to go to see someone who, should have been prominently featured but so far, nil. After Q called E, we head to his room.
  
  Concludes tomorrow.

• Campus drama: Part2

  Posted: February 1, 2011, 11:51 am by cdohnio

  Continued from here
  
  I found out later, that I actually exclaimed, ’Whoops!!’. I can’t remember that. Q then took the results out of my hand to see for her self and after W also took a look he ripped the results into pieces. Dee began cursing how she couldn’t believe it as she fought hard-I could tell-not to cry though tear still leaked from the sides. She collapsed for a few seconds into Q arms and all I could do was rub her back. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that useless, or that confused or maybe lost is word, in my young life. I mean, what could I do? Or rather I didn’t know what I could, should do.
  This may be the best place to mention the baby wasn’t mine.
  
  No it belonged to some idiot I’m going to call E. He was someone before me and her got intimate.
  
  After she had gathered herself enough to stop crying which didn’t take very long she began hysterically laughing at how ugly a baby of E would be and how she could never have it. All W and I could do is wait for her to get over it and stare at each other. E then sprung into action making us discuss her options.
  
  “We need to now think of what to do next. Options. First of all are you keeping the baby?”
  
  “No!”
  
  “Good, then we have to consider where to abort it. I know Hosithis does it in town.”
  
  “Do we know much it is?”
  
  Me,” My cousin told me of that place I’m sure she knows of the price. I could call and ask her.”
  
  Q,”Do you have credit now?”
  
  Me,”No…”(Broke ass motherfuckerJ)
  
  W,”First let’s organize stuff first we’ll do that stuff later. Okay so who do we need to call?”
  
  Q,”E, you had better talk to me I can’t handle him right now. We’re already pissed at each other” (Unrelated with what’s going on btw, the being pissed)
  
  W,”Cool . I’d rather do it in person though he may not take me seriously over phone”
  
  We paused here and sat on the bench in complete silence, each to their own thoughts, though Q’s were rather obvious because of the way she kept sighing and laughing and shaking her head and other things. I was thinking that I wanted to break E for being so stupid.
  
  At some point we decided to get back to school, where we met with some dude who couldn’t get the hint that he was welcome in our company but he insisted. He was one of those hangers-on of our group (I came and found him, though) the ones who no one really likes but can’t seem to get the hint?
  
  We went to one of the bunches in school and sat, just me and Q.(W had gone with the hanger-on to some other dude’s(who was part of the group) room. I then explained to Q about my cousin and how she was trustworthy, knowledgeable, a doctor and best of all sure to be discreet .So when W joined us again I made the call from his phone.(Broke ass student remember?)
  
  “Hello”
  
  Continues tomorrow. Peace.

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