ALL those years of trying to get my (how do I say this delicately?) “non-internet-nerd”-friends online and/or joining alumni websites (also since I had created a website for my former school in 1997 and had seen some alumni sites coming and going since then) — and then FACEBOOK comes along and all those long lost “friends” from “back in the days” are suddenly unearthing from their Mid20s-college-university -freedom-chaos -sabbatical to reunite on this evil online network.
WTF, really.
“OH, so what have you been up to during all those years?” - “Well, I have been online since then, waiting for you ******** ********* joining this online world and now the dumbest social network of all (besides of MySpace) with its walled garden policies and overrated hype eventually gives you reason enough to jump on the bandwagon?”.
filed under: I am cool & u r not. sigh.
I recently read about the heart breaking, raw reaction that Kelly had to having to leave Kenya. That mixed in with some discussions I had with some friends got me thinking about what it was like when I had to say goodbye to Africa.

Do You Know What My Reaction Was?
Nothing! This post will be short because I felt nothing about leaving home. I wouldn’t miss anyone or anything.The only thing I felt was excited because I was going to a new place that was supposedly better than where I was coming from. I was also feeling pretty good because Australia also promised this wanna-be Mandingo his girls.
Ironically…..
My apathy eventually bit me in the butt and within six months I was missing all my family and friends. I was writing them all emotional deep letters expressing how much I loved and missed them. I was on the phone with my cousin so much the authorities must have thought we were plotting a jewel heist.
I wrote this post because I am curious. What was it like for you, when you had to say goodbye? Leave a comment below and let me know.
Before I leave though……
If Denzel Got Rejected What Hope Is There?

I have just watched an interview with Denzel Washington where he said that when he first proposed to his wife over the phone…..she said NO! If Mr. Mo’ Better got rejected, that evokes two feelings in me:
a) For real, no a lot of the time is just, not yet.
b) If John Q couldn’t seal the deal with his first proposal, what hope is there for the rest of us?
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Until then, please enjoy Malaika one more time.
Why? Because they are that good!
Be blessed and bless others,
Mwangi

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A dedication to the many disillusioned youths living slums.
Piece by N.W
kenyanpoet@gmail.com
April, 2008
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