Lunch for Grandma

Walking into the Mall, our eyes met. Albeit for just a brief moment, I felt like shit. I felt like I was a high-minded, pompous, scum-of-the-earth bag of shit. She must have been at least 80 years. Old, wrinkled, homeless and begging. Seated right outside the Lavington Mall. She knew her place was outside, far from the opulence, faux pas and loftiness inside. But her presence was not something anyone there could ignore, whether inside or outside. Except the guards at the gate, hard at work guarding the entrance from people like her so that people like me don’t feel like scum-of-the-earth…

What is Love?

What the hell is this thing? Love is patient, Love is kind. Love is A major pain in the behind. It does not envy, It does not boast, It is the ever-present presence And the unseen ghost. It keeps no record of wrongs, Stupid, is what it really is. It is a bouquet of red roses, A flight of birds and a swarm of bees. A can of worms, It means no harm, Beauty it always sees, Love is, the birds and the bees. It always protects, Always trusts, Always hopes, But is never in luck. Love never fails, Does it ever…

A Code on Purpose

#include “stdafx.h” #include using namespace std; int _tmain(int argc, _TCHAR* argv[]) { cout << Ten thousand lines of code You think it a wonderful application. If it will not ease one’s daily load Then what is its application? Isn’t an algorithm supposed to be a problem’s solution? Your contribution to mankind’s development Helping maximize the utility of hardware we have In that way software should serve. What power you have to create software! The power to divide and unite, build up, develop and tear But what do you care? What is your concern if your creation doesn’t pay? Why should you slave…

You Said What To My Sister?

This is part two of the “Be a Man” series. Source: Frilloblog.com Reddened face, flaring nostrils, heavy breathing, clenched fists… Son, experience teacheth fools, and you really can be an idiot sometimes but it is part of life and it makes for good stories at the bar with kina Baba Ciru and Kagwe but there is this one experience I would not wish upon my mortal enemy. I know you like girls, heck most guys do. In fact, all guys should. Which reminds me, that friend of yours Bobby, the one who wears lip gloss and has acrylic nails and Sandak shoes, I…

Ain’t Got Nothin’ But Time

Last Sunday I spent time with some old folks. A lovely couple both in their 80s. The cucu, my cousin’s grandma, actually still cooks for her man. And the guka is still her man: doing manly things that men (are expected to) do. And more and more the concept of time is impressed upon me. He told us that this was his 30th year in retirement. He had previously worked 33 years in the Public Works Department (PWD, they then called it). Yep, 33 years in the same place. Yo! What is the rush for then? I can do a Masters Degree…

Hello

Hey, how are you? It’s been a while…You good?*insert more banter here* Small talk is difficult eeh. Especially when had with those really bad conversationalists. You know, those ones of “I’m fine…” and leaving out the crucial “yourself?” at the end, making you go like: “Errr, I’m fine too’…” For this reason,  I’ll jump right to it. Toast. Warm buttery toast. A cup of coffee (cream for sure!) and bacon. Breakfast for kings.I had nothing in particular to say today. Just hello. Hello.

What’s the Plan?

Ciakorire Wacu mugundaini (excuse my poor grasp of Kikuyu) is a Kikuyu proverb loosely translated: ” ‘It’ found Wacu tilling the farm.” Basically, favour found Wacu while she worked. Story goes that Wacu was the first wife to a polygamous man and on this particular occasion, he hosted a feast to which Wacu was not invited. You know, being the “boring, ugly, uncool” first wife. She was ordered to keep herself busy in the mugunda. As he was roasting this especially tender and delicious piece of meat, a hawk swept in and took it off the grill and flew away. Because the meat…