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6:07
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Archer asked for “Six Things About Milo IN A tag” I usually hate rules so I won’t post them or tag anyone else. I’d rather bring up stuff that happened in 2007-2008. So here are my six “Me I Ps”: Me I: PIMP (Peed In My Pants) This was the highlight of the year. It started out early on a Friday at around 3pm at the Boardroom aka Mwendas. By the time I was done there (1am) I’d have been giving a Bia Bora truck compe in terms of product content were it not for several pit stops to the little boys room for big men. Still had time/energy for an extra 2 hours in westi before hitting the sack. So I got up to the ever effective alarm signals from the unmentionables demanding audience with sanitation facilities. Having slumbered in the sitting room, I had to make my way to the bedroom and in the process lost all sense of direction and balance. I was quickly brought back to my senses by the impact of my eye-brow and nose against the edge of the bedroom door. Working in close tandem, the various parts of my body managed to signal massive pain to my brain, organize for a sharp intake of breath and release three drops in quick succession reminiscent of the tommy-guns of WWII. Needless to say the drops weren’t tears, sweat or blood. PINT (Perennially have an INTerest in mwendas) See PIMP above. I’ve been labeled furniture at Mwenda’s, I’m asked to book guys seats and tables, I receive texts and calls on a loose Monday afte asking if I’m at the Boardroom. What do I say? That’s the place for me except on Wednesdays from 9pm when I religiously report to Galileo’s for Kidum, the BodaBoda band and their dancing lady of the Madum-dums (Mawetetes – Naks 08). It’s changed my drinking habits from 15 on Fri and 24 on Sat to 2 daily (then 15 and 24 on … LOOOOOOL) PLAY (PLease myself very eAsilY) I’ve been described as one to enjoy cheap thrills and juicy stories. I am also known to take matters into my own hands aka a hands-on person. I love my fun and would rather have more, than less, things that make me happy cos the things that please those that are hard to please, please me too. Hope you get me please… PLAN (Probably Lost A really Nice girl) Could be cause I’m stubborn, proud or simply just a nyangau. Then again, in looking out for number one people often encounter others that are also doing the same. The best-laid ones of mice and men… POSE (POssibly Should Engage myself more) Been bumming for two years. I started school again 3 weeks ago and start work mid this month. Given my experience I guess I can unleash a training seminar called “Bum-boocha”, “Oh bummer” or even “Bum-baNet” and teach the people how to do it in style. Nubian Queen, can I use your avatar as my logo??? LOL! PROD (PReviously OrganizeD wild parties) Yep, and didn’t my friends love me for it (hence the PIMP). BYOB and I supply the venue, extras and music. There’s something about a party that mimics the male to female ratio of the country that adds extra taste to liquor and heightens enjoyment. Hmmm, there are times I’ve enjoyed so much that an extra “w” was added to the word to make it enjwoyment or better still mwenjwoyos…Those were the times I’d wish I was me and have the extra pleasure of remembering that I was!!! Ok Archer, I'm done...
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12:01
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One cold night in KEeping up with NYAng’aus!!
I’ve had three major incidences with my car. Two were accidents, one was a carjacking. The only common factor in all these was that there was a woman involved (apart from my being there too hihihihi)… I’ve already blogged about two of these i.e. Starlet to body, 60MPH and Jacked at SOUTH B.
The third was the most painful. Sniff.., But I’ve attained a state of Mukti/Moksha and can now safely reveal what happened.
Cueing the cues..
One cold night in Kenya, my pal Henny had the ideal gal for the moment: long on looks, short on morals; ample on booty, scarce on attire. And she had friends… So we were chillin at Crooked Q, Milo displaying his cue-talents on table, Henny having his crooked chalked. Then her pals decide we need to head over to K2. Now back in 2003ish, K2 used to bamba vi-proper. I wouldn’t have budged an inch as I was on a roll (ninth game bila loss) but the M. I. C. ie Mamiso In Charge seemed to want a hot cup of steamy Milo, seemed to love ma-hepi regardless, seemed to want me to comment on her blogspot (if you know what I’m sayin…) LOOOOOOL
All roads lead to...
So I begrudgingly gave away my winners and proceeded to head for K2, max’mum speed, min’mum delay. All was going well, mkwajus/mikwaju beginning to stiffen, adrenalin kiasi, hopes up high. The music in the car was loud and clear; the mood Ol Skool. “I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller…” One could almost imagine that Skee-Lo was seated in the back seat performing live much thanks to Sony Xplod speakers, Kenwood tweeters and the 600W Alpine woofer (woof! woof!). The irony of the song was yet to hit us, literally!!
Alas, at the Haile Selassie-Uhuru highway round-a-bout having joined and negotiated a majority of the semi-circle, a Yellow-Red canter decides to jump in bila warning. Brake-pedal to floor, screeching of tyres clutching tarmac for dear life and the smell of burning rubber. Seems at that moment my ABS just stood for my brakes asking “Assi! Be Serious??” There was grinding and gnashing of teeth as the whole of my bonnet was condensed and mangled into a fist of sorts. Canter on receiving the brunt of force from 199x car on 197x body suffered the type of scratch one wouldn’t even humor with elastoplast!!
Surely, surely!!!!!
Now this is where things got interesting. Canter proceeds to head up Upper Hill road undeterred and unconcerned!! There’s madharau and then there’s madharau – I swear! Father-au even!!! Anways, Rav4, now reduced to kedo Rav1.5, was in quick pursuit and I managed to head the nyang’au off somewhere just before Railway club. Jumping out of said Rav, an enraged Milo accosts the canter driver (a Justice wannabe with two twilight nyangaus by his side). No niceties are exchanged but canter keys are confiscated and 999 is dialed. As we patiently await the arrival of Watumishi kwa Wote pigmy decides to show his mamisos his macho side. “If you are bila insurance and cant pay to have your car repaired that’s yours! I can afford to have mine repaired! And no one touches my car keys just like that. Return them before things get bad!!!” he pipes in English laced with a KhoiSan accent.
Revenge of the Drunken Master...
Now I was mad, super-hyper-irate!!!! As the dwarf approached, Milo’s jujitsu, ninjitsu, fujitsu training took over and I was in a zone. Hand-to-body, sneaker-to-butt collisions rendered said vertically challenged individual prostrate on the cold tarmac, whimpering and begging for mercy. Trust Henny, who had been hiding behind me all the while, to suddenly appear at the forefront (when the adversary was on the ground) administering Timberland kicks to torso and unleashing shouts of “Kwenda!! Ghasia!!!”
The rest is a story for another day but the ladies we were transporting ended up in K2 courtesy of the ladies’ everpresent plan B as Henny and I awaited the cops andstatement/insurance/excessmisery!!!Nyangaus! Nyaaaaaaannnnggggggaaaaaaaauuuuuuus!!!!!
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8:30
From: Me I LOve NAirobi REgardless - MILONARE
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Minding your Peepee In Serious Sufferation iN Queues Another collabo with Guest Blogger The other day at Tamasha I witnessed an interesting scenario at the kwa watoto. An Aegeus look-a-like galloped into the loos and resorted to peeing profusely amidst a series of chortles, giggles and neighs. His potty training was still intact as he had his trousers down at the ankles (like the young ones do), his colorless thong - worn the wrong way round - clearly visible below his Fundi Frank tank-top. At a certain point, in true dog-to-tree fashion, he raised a left leg and proceeded to sprinkle away unabashedly. It got me thinking about the so called short-call. Call it what you may: susuing, weeweeing, taking a tinkle in glee, kunyora, sweet release, walking willy wanker, water-gun wars, mkojo mkuu etc – the point is, this is an activity not without its wees woes. Act I, Scene I - To Pee or not To Pee That must have been the question William Shakes-his-spear asked himself over and over on shaking his spear having done the deed. His thoughts were on the hassles and hustles: Arriving at the loo, Inexes discovers a long queue. The urge is urgent and the need of needy proportions. Soon he begins to tiptoe in true ballerina fashion, left pirouette, right pirouette. A series of Masai- and Samburu-like jumps are unleashed with jaw being jutted outwards and upwards with each landing and being recoiled for the next leap. He still has time to take a few snapshots of his belly in the urinal mirror mid-air. “C’mon guys,c’mon!!! Maliza chap chap!!!” Damn, a slight leak and the front of his trouser is irrigated by a few ammonia droplets. Act I, Scene II- Me I Love Narrow-pee Regardless “At least let the starter be okay today!!” JM whispers and mutters under his breath, his furrowed brow revealing the inner tension and fear occasioned by previous encounters in crowded loos. He arrives at the urinal simultaneously with three other characters. He thinks of words of encouragement like those he normally hears when Pee-N Speaks.Within milliseconds of the preliminaries the comrades are gushing away in frenzied unison. Unfortunately JM’s NCC fire-station truck has empty pipes and pumps. He squeezes little josh amidst persistent tugs and tweaking to the left and right. Still nothing!!! The comrades are beginning to wonder why he is there… a few self-inflicted, well placed slaps to lil josh and the rivulet begins accompanied by posterior gASSy sighs of relief. Act I, Scene III – Pablo Pee-Castle Now, Dooaz Michael-angle-loo loved doodling and sketching in the loo. So he starts the work of art top-down given that pressure is decreasing at an increasing rate. The concentration is intense and the mood somber. Working on the Moaner Pisser is serious stuff. Initial arches are drawn against the dry urinal wall with strokes that are firm and manly. Drat! Running out of paint… The paintbrush is shaken in unison with the natty dreads as the artist withdraws his weapon and retreats from the studio. The incomplete work of art is desecrated and overwritten by the next occupant, Kirima, who unleashes floods of mineral water bottled at source from the slopes of Mt Kirima. Act I, Scene IV – Pee-bo Bryson ft Peepee and Susu Winans Having finished the extrication the establishment is treated to a rendition of “a whole new world” (with Archer singing both voices of the duet) marking the relief from release …indescribable feeling... Previous drops at the front of the trouser have since dried. Sadly, placing mshale-junior (MJ) to bed also has it risks. Clamping MJ between the index and middle finger, Archer delivers a series of shakes, shivers and quivers to empty the buffers. Thereafter, the clamp pressure is increased and squeegee-like motions applied forward and backward to ensure no hidden manyunyus and marasharashas remain. Comfortable in the thought that he is safe, MJ is laid to rest and Archer saunters away. "Drat!" There is a cold wet feeling at the tip and evidence of the deed is apparent from the frontal, wet trouser stain. Act II, Scene I – The Pied Piper of Peepee Aegeus was always a shy one totally afraid of the loo. The urinal was never his friend. He hated when there were queues. He’d fidget and shuffle in his feet. Other patrons would wonder what his problem was. To him Walking Willy Wonka was a private ceremony just like Wanking Willy Wonka. He always blushed. Overcome by guilt that his behavior was always deemed inappropriate causing undue sufferation durin urination like flatulation during copulation. Act II, Scene II - Crouching Tiger Hidden Peepee For starters, he handled his zipper like a delta force tactic. It was secret ammunition to be retrieved under tight surveillance. Like a witness-protection witness in a court of law. Rapid and swiftly. His body so close to the urinal that he was near mounting the porcelain receptacle( after all it had been a while). The nozzle of the small rifle aptly wrapped by foreskin, aptly wrapped by the left hand. All the while Aegeus looking backward to see if any outsiders have visually infiltrated his peeing ground. Satisfied that his villi in his villa is safe he releases the sphincters. Act II, Scene III - Pee Free or Die Free Sometimes overwhelmed by the social bug. The Aegeus sheds his inhibitions and begins to syphon the python proudly. Unzips with one motion. Whips it out in one swing. And spray paints the urinal, like a garden hose to a garden. He breaks all the Urinal Rules of engagement. Makes eye contact with other hoses and waves them hello! Then makes eye contact with the unamused gardener and asks “whassup?!” With a wide crooked smile… and when he finishes shakes his hips in a Shakira-like fashion, and his piece like a bic refusing to write. He swings back his hose into his loin cloth like a belly dancer…and saunters off. Act II, Scene IV - Hurry Peepee and the Order of the Bladder It’s a cold day. Needs to pee urgently. Its now or never! The Aegeus shyly rushes to the urinal. Clenching back and front sphincters. Finds a queue. Can’t even stand straight, beads of sweat dripping. Finally he’s next on the urinal. Trembling to find the buttons of his corduroy pants, cursing why he loves buttoned trousers. Struggles to pull the elastic of his too tight ngothas, it’s a tag of war between thumb and elastic. Incoming cold finger causes peepee to retract further inwardly. Peepee don’t like cold. Aegeus can’t find said peepee. He discovers a wrinkle and gently pinches it with his nails, lifting it gently outward and forward…. pulls… pulls only to realise it’s the bean sac and not the bean stalk. Finally the time is here. The mind is willing but the body is unable. There is silence as colleagues behind are wondering what’s the delay. A shy Peepee? He waits for the order of the Bladder. Wait for it…and finally a drop drops…then a floodgate is released. According to Bernoulli’s principle: reduced diameter of the pipe = increased velocity and pressure. The recoil pushes him backwards, as he steps on PeeFlani’s toes, causing Bansusu to burst out laughing….
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7:45
From: Me I LOve NAirobi REgardless - MILONARE
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SJS aka BItter LAck of Servicing train Assi! Two posts in two days. Yenyewe this time Im spending in Kericho is working blog wonders on me!!! This is a tribute to the perennial patrons of the BT whom I shall not name ( Shiroh the veteran, Mocha, Nick, Aco, Gish and as of recently Henny). Prelude Sir John – of the "John, nampenda John" fame. The one-eyed, blind snake. Sojourn – a temporary stay. SJS/BT Definition The SJS or BT (sometimes called NimeChill) is a metaphor for involuntary and unwelcome exile to the land of no booty wherein the said exile will claim that it was out of choice, they are cool with it and they don’t miss getting a lil som som, yada yada – yeah right!!! SJS/BT Usage The Bilas Train, syntactically, exists in various forms: - “It’s Bilas…” – expressive form used to explain the state one is in (often in response to the query "Are you getting any?")
- “On the Bilas Train” – a statement of status when asked about one’s coital status. (Usually accompanied by a sulky or scowling facial expression.)
- “Off the Bilas Train!!” – a statement of glee when one disembarks from said train. (Exclamation marks for emphasis; as one is usually in a euphoric state by then).
SJS/BT Profile It is quite easy to spot those on the BT. Gender plays a big role in this so I shall differentiate the characteristics accordingly: Female BT: - Not uncommon to witness them peeling the labels of their Black/Smirnoff Ice at the club – mimicking the undressing they so desperately crave LOL
- They characteristically walk with an extra swish and sway of the hips as they wiggle past you and immediately throw a glance backwards to catch you in the act of watching them
- They giggle heartily at your jokes (no matter how dry and bland) ending each giggle with a slight touch or brush of your hand/shoulder/thigh
- Extra effort is made to give window-shoppers a better view of the items on display/offer/discount i.e. dropping hanky and slowly bending over to pick said hanky, pushing of chest forward with a shimmy as if shaking a kayamba
Male BT: - Loudly and verbosely declaring their comfort in said state all the time making a mental note of all females who declare the same
- Always busy discussing their bedroom prowess whenever a female is within earshot
- Been known to reflexively grab/scoop/manhandle a gals rear as she walks past
- Dance too close to the ladies on the dance-floor grinding their pelvises/pelvi/many-pelvis against the poor damsel
- Tend to squirm/fidget when the discussion of masturbating comes up as they are, more likely than not, the most recent participants of the selfsame act
Trainees - mtajitetea mkiwa upande gani??
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0:50
From: Me I LOve NAirobi REgardless - MILONARE
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Seven things About BAshful milo with ranks Was tagged by Teetotalicious. You may know that Milo suffers from acronymic homophonia*(Milo 2007). You would have noticed that from my post titles and paragraph headings. Anyway, here is an acronymic, homophonic, ranked order of seven things about Milo: 1. MISNOMER, its noma I would have been called Ilo. My first thoughts for a blogID were I LOve NAirobi REgardless aka ILONARE. Thank God for the peculiarities of Kenyan speech including, but not limited to, sentences beginning with “Me I…” 2. ASSess hizo ma-SMS** I love a chick with a shapely, firm ass. It makes my beer taste sweeter as I watch her shake it in the club. It makes my mind wander/wonder when she walks by. Not the Ugandan oversize, lakini rounded, firm and manageable. I call them SMS (Shapely Manageable Sianda). Needless to say, my fave posi is Milo on top with partner lying kifudifudi… 3. Merry EX-MISS I miss my Ex. We dated from the millennium through to xmas 2005. After the breakup we didn’t speak for close to half a year. Since then we’ve become friends and get along quite well though we don’t see each other much. I miss her!! 4. ALTER EAGLE(-eyed) A lot of my previous posts focused on a fictional character called Henny. Henny was subject to various mishaps e.g. unwarranted hard-ons (down SIMBA, down), excessive borrowing of video-tapes (pressure at EPSOD), mishaps in the gym (a day at the GYM) and tight underwear and swallowing (les miseraBALLS) amongst other posts. To those who are eagle-eyed and have had some form of contact with Milo, you may well have realized that Henny is my alter-ego LOL. 5. IM Whistle (cf. IM Weasel) I’m a shameless yahoo messenger flirt and love a gal that can hold her own on chat. Granted that there have been poignant scandals arising from the selfsame IM tool but hey… Don’t shoot the messenger!! So all the whistling, cat-calls, etc on messenger – yup! That’s Milo… 6. MAHANJAMA Gandhi I’ve been suffering in silence (a la Gandhi’s passive resistance) with the curiosity to meet the following KBWesses who intrigue me, no end, in different ways: Movie Buff, Afromusing, DonQ, Bootylicious, Princess, Quintessence, Kelitu, Chatterly, Sanaa and HalfnHalf. 7. Mr BUMBASTIC Aside from my thutha-fascination (see 2 above), I’ve been bumming since April last year. And I love it, love it, love it!!! ( Kipepeo 2005) Life couldn’t be beta! I sleep when I want, do what I want and basically lead a stress-free lifestyle. Granted that I have a number of part-time projects on the go to get the bills paid but, (insert shaggy voice here): They call me Mr BUMbastic, say me non-frantic, catch me on the slack they say I'm Mr. No... Frantic, call me Mr BUMbastic, say me… *a chronic love for acronyms and homophones **Phrase borrowed from Kleptomaniax
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2:25
From: Me I LOve NAirobi REgardless - MILONARE
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MBA – Mheshimiwa Bill Angotha Wiggle room for Willy So I have this friend Bill (not real name) who invited us to join him for a friend’s farewell party. Said feminine friend of fond farewell gave visual meaning to words like bodacious, voluptuous, curvaceous and the various synonyms thereof. Unfortunately for Bill, he decided to wear some light silk trousers with nothing beneath i.e. he was operating combat/commando/bilas. Digression Now, for those of us schooled in the art of moto combat, one knows that it has its pitfalls and perils. These include, but are not limited to: - Anterior embarrassment in the case of an open fly. Needless to say, Milo was victim to this just 2 weeks ago. I realized my fly was open several hours later, within which spell of time I had visited both Sarit Centre and Prestige Plaza. To think that the patrons of these establishments got to see what Milo has been operating with. And it’s not like they got to see me in my glory but rather in mteja mode. Aaarghhh!!! I kept on wondering where the cool, soothing breeze against my unmentionables was coming from?? Go figure!!!!
- Posterior pressure when a hole in the rear of the trouser gets one branded with one of the various aliases of my favorite; Red Guy from cartoon network i.e. Cleopantless, Officer Pantsoffski, Professor Van Hindseeing, Seymour Butts etc
The Meat of the Issue Anyways, things were all honky dory until Bill was invited to the podium to say a few words. The podium was a bit of a distance from where we were seated (the full gravity of this will be apparent in a moment). No sooner had he finished his mini speech than the MC decided he should open the floor with the soon to be departing damsel. The onlooking crowd was cheering and clapping along as the duo gyrated to the beat until suddenly there was a hushed silence. It seems that a certain wayward willy had started a size growth that was increasing at an increasing rate. Bill’s silk trousers could do little to mask the fact that he was steadily steadying. It soon achieved Triple H status (Huge, Hideous and Hard). Adding insult to injury, a number of kids were looking on with mouths agape and eyes popping off their sockets in shock and disbelief. Some could even be seen pointing and heard asking “Daddy/Mummy, what is that?” Then there was a sound glitch and the music went off! Our dear friend Bill had to take a walk of shame all the way back to our table (remember that it was a distance away), his warhead on release mode, amidst deafening silence… TidBits Heard of the Endes family? They named their first child Mark ROTFLMAO! And for your FYI, the producers of the series 24 have decided to do a more realistic version called 16. In this version, the commentary will be in the format: The following takes place between xxxxAM and xxxxAM. Events occur in real time save for instances where Jack Bauer gets to: - Take a dump;
- Brush his teeth;
- Chew on a samosa;
- Change his briefs;
- Charge his phone;
- Scratch his rear...
You get the drift….
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4:51
From: Me I LOve NAirobi REgardless - MILONARE
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conan "the barber" RYAN (RowdY ANtics) Ok ok... My barber isn't really called Conan Ryan… He's actually called Gitosh. But I needed something for the title. So sue me!!!! The Before It's amazing how I always manage to encounter one of the characters below: - Professor Calculus - Boss? Dude? Yaani you are operating a receding hair line aka Kihara alias Airport and you are asking barber to give you a number 7 (Box cut). Chief?? Si angalau Ray Parker? Gitosh is but a barber, not some kind of miracle worker!!!
- Gully(vers) Troubles – I'm sure kindergarten kids envision the shape of this head as they sing "over the hills and down the valleys". If I were you I'd hunt down that mid-wife/mkunga and have words with her for digging her fingers into your scalp as she yanked you out into this world! Then you have the audacity to tell barber to make sure hair is even all over. Kwani you think he is a landscape artist??
- Volcano – this guy has mob eruptions around the chin looking like dormant Mt Etna and its various relas and then he instructs barber not to use the smoother as nowadays his chin is smooth given that he uses clippers only na aftershave!!!???!!! Ikiwa that chin is smooth, then truly the world is flat and we should resurrect and put to death those unbelievers/infidels again…
The During The actual haircut allows one to experience the gamut of emotions… - Careless Caress – Man oh man, I remember when my barber was actually a marmer/she-barber. Eish Dadi I used to ji-enjoyi tharaly! I understood the full gravity of a female uni student I heard about, complaining bitterly that some dude was caressing her carelessly. In her words "he was care-ressing me care-ress-ree". During the shave, I'd be lost in the oblivion that was her cut. I'd be swooning, sighing, swaying… As I would bask in the aftermath of our shave-making I'd be tempted to ask "was it good for you too?" Aaaahh, those were the days!!!
- Macaulay "Home Alone" Culkin - You never understand the full effect of Culkin's open-mouthed, post-aftershave-on-cheeks scream until you've been savaged and ravaged on kidevu by barber and then doused with methylated spirit!! And that's the time the radio at the barbershop is blaring TOK's "tears, teeeeeaaaaaarrrrrrs, fallin down…"
The After Mirror, miraa on the wall. It's always amazing how everyone gazes into the mirror full of confidence post-shave. Finger and thumb caressing of chin, three quick hand-swipes of side of head and sudden swagger/bounce added to step. This despite the fact that: - Calculus has a box cut that looks more like a Kojak with interspersed twigs, shrubs and weeds on top of head,
- The barber had to change mirror positioning like 20 times to capture all angles of Gully(ver)'s head and
- The motion of thumb and fingers caressing Volcano's 'smooth' chin was not too dissimilar to those of the cars over sand-dunes during the Paris Dakar rally…
*Authors Note - Modifications and references to on a Head on Corrishon by one Talented KJ of Reddykulas (sp)
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9:41
From: Me I LOve NAirobi REgardless - MILONARE
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BLog chEATERS – the series Synopsis Meet SylkTwo, the client. Suspicious of her partner’s bloggy blunders and cavorting comments, SylkTwo approaches BLEATERS to get the answers that would render her a port of peace in the tempestuous torrents that are the KBW blogs. Unbeknownst to her she’ll soon be an island of ire in the serene sea that is the growing relationship between the apple of her eye and one titi tetezzo (fresh as morning due! – Devious 2007). When asked by Bloggy Greco what led her to BLEATERS doorstep, SylkTwo’s reply is as petty as her not being pretty, as frank as the pungent smell of her funk: SylkTwo: It started with the reduction in my comment numbers and the lack of “tihii nimekuwekea wanted” comments that I used to get SylkTwo: When I ngugud “tihii” Greco: Excuse me… ngu-what? SylkTwo: Ngugud, using the search engine ngugu dot com Greco: aaaaah, googled SylkTwo: That’s what I said, ngugud, duh-uh (SylkTwo rolls her eyes frustrated by Greco’s slowness) SylkTwo: Anyway, I came across several “tihii, nimekuwekea wanted”s at other sites but most were by some blogger called anonymous SylkTwo: That blogger called anonymous is inerjitic. He comments on almost every blog there is – eish, hachoki??? SylkTwo: But something tells me that things are Hamisi, things are going Ory, iko kitu Greco: (being quick on the mark) aaah, things are amiss, they are going awry SylkTwo: Duh-uh (plus eye-roll) Armed with this information, and eager to get away from the strong, strangling stench, Bloggy Greco deploys the BLEATERS detectives. Investigation Day 1 The BLEATERS’ detectives camp within cybercafes across Nairobi, their browsers on 2 sites: NchiYetuDaily and KUL. The sites are being refreshed continually, if not too often, to ensure each post is caught as it comes in. IP ping and trace freeware is in abundance lest the wayward wanderer decides to comment anonymously. Six hours later and nothing to report. This lascivious, lecherous (blog)langa is a slimy, sly one. The detectives console themselves by reading Acolyte and close business for the day… Investigation Day 6 After 5 grueling days of gnashing and grinding the BLEATERS detectives get what seems to be a breakthrough. A comment comes in on titi tetezzo: “Fao!!! Lemme run and read now…” IP address leads back to an all too familiar office complex and an even more familiar floor… (The confrontation after the break) Any Other AOB Was watching Jamali's take (Maesha) on ESir (RIP) and Nameless' Maisha track. Wonder if they (Kina Nameless) ever got paid for it?? Youtube - Maesha
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From: Me I LOve NAirobi REgardless - MILONARE
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NAni Kama Mimi, AToTi!!! - revisited Milo did this post in July 2005 around the same time I joined KBW. Had an incident at the supermarket a few days ago and decided I might as well do a re-post. Man, my posts have so changed since back then! I blame Nick!!! It starts at the car park… It would be easier for a camel’s hump to pass through the eye of a needle than for you to find a parking anywhere near the supermarket. You chug past the myriad of occupied parking spaces getting further and further away from the entrance sign. Car is on gear two hoping that fuel consumption will be less... Niaje beshte? A VCD/Tape/fake-DVD vendor, notorious for screen entertainment unavailable from normal video libraries, spots your car and eagerly rushes forward. Given the occupant of your passenger seat, you attempt to interrupt him mid-sentence as he shouts “Sema boss, umerudi? Nikuletee kama kawai…” You unconvincingly try to dismiss the incident claiming that you’ve never purchased anything from Njoroge him or his ilk. “You lied to me, when you said you’d never…” is blaring on Kiss FM. Mark Morrison at his best! You finally get a parking, having cut in front of an old lady in a small car with an “L” sign displayed for all to view. As you disembark and walk past her car, you notice her inhaler, clamped-to-mouth with one hand, as she uses the other to give you the finger. You proceed, undeterred. Entry into NAKMATT You reach for the trolley but the business-card-filled wallet dictates otherwise. Hand is re-directed to a basket. You begin to search for your items. The attendants are as helpful as a swimming pool - to a person suffering from the flu - in winter. Then begins the process of mentally tallying your bill as items are picked from the various stands: 7+8+6+5+7 = 3 carry 2, 2+3+etc At the cash till You look beady eyed as the ever-rising cash total at the till increases disproportionately to the offloading of items from your basket. As the total gets nearer and nearer to your Cash-in-Hand, hereafter referred to as C-i-H, (not too different in value from your Cash-at-Bank, for Balance Sheet lovers) your reaction varies depending on the day of the week: (a) Weekdays – tie is loosened and collar unbuttoned. Chin is raised as index finger is used to tug collar away from neck… (b) Weekends – index finger and thumb used to tug ear-lobe. The same metacarpals are used to stroke chin… Whichever the case, the room temperature seems to have increased several notches! All crossables are crossed – metacarpals, metatarsals… Alas! Total bypasses C-i-H mentioned above. It suddenly dawns on you that you carried 2 instead of 3 in your mental arithmetic. Haiya! Things are tight dadi, things are tight! You look for the one item without a price tag and claim that the price on the stand was different from what the cashier has punched in. She reminds you that all she did was to swipe a bar code. You insist and your suddenly varicose-venated temples become testament to your growing anger – the best defence is an offence! Your causing a scene begins to attract the attention of others much to your dismay. You need to turn the situation around, quick! Cashier removes item bila price tag from the tally. You are still 30 bob short! The shame, the shame!! Serious times call for serious action Trump card of the last resort needs to be played. You decide not to pay cash given the ((total bill) – (cash-in-hand) = 30 bob) discrepancy. You unleash the debit card, your smiling picture thereupon similar to the facial expression of your bank manager whenever he looks at your salary credit on your bank statement and compares it to your title at work. Like clockwork, the debit card is rejected, you feign total dissatisfaction with the establishment and promptly leave, minus selected items, vowing never to return! Someone else from the queue leaves his shopping behind and rushes off bumping into you from behind. Seems there were others in a similar state of debit-card penury as you... It ends at the car park You arrive at your car to find that the aforementioned old lady has double parked behind you! She hobbles over 45 minutes later, trolley laden with shopping goodies. Taking her time, she lets the attendant load the stuff into her car and tips him 30 bob. She then enters the car, takes three massive breath-swigs from the inhaler and shows you the finger, in her rear-view mirror, as she drives off!
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From: Me I LOve NAirobi REgardless - MILONARE
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bloggyWOOD (WOndrOus aDs) Let me keep it short today… Milo was just sitting around thinking: What if KBW members were cast for some of the Ads we have on telly/radio? It would be so great!! Picture this: Ad: Hoechst-Telly Cast: Kelitu, DonQ, Ms K, ShiroAd starts with gals trying to pronounce Hoechst: Kelitu: Horse DonQ: Hoe-Chest Ms K: Hoooasss Shiro (voice cracking): Ooeeesssssss Ad: Toss-Radio Cast: Admin, BantutsAdmin: 3rd year Blogger with a Grey Blog, why are you trying out for the “Best New Blogger 2006/2007” KayBees category? Bantuts (protesting): But I’m a 1st year blogger Admin: No no no!! With that Grey Blog you must have been around for ages Bantuts (in a high-pitched voice): But it’s Bllaaaaaccckkkkkkkk Ad: Fair and Lovely – Telly Cast: Milo, Klara and Just SueMilo (speaking to Klara): You’ve got the most beautiful avatar I’ve ever seen! Klara blushes Milo (pointing at Just Sue’s site): Now how do I tell that to her!?? Ad: Knorr Soup – Telly Cast: Aco (in an Apron tagged “Kiss the Mvaite”) Aco: Turn on the blog, cut the crap ehhh Aco: Blog it on, gonna make my day Aco: That post it excites me, those comments they delight me Aco: When I bloooooooog, uuuu my blog post te-nene-ne te te-nene-ne Any resemblance to bloggers, past or present, is purely coincidental (even the linking to their sites)
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From: Me I LOve NAirobi REgardless - MILONARE
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BLOGopa djs presents KBW All Stars KuBWAS ft Mr Lenny – Maisha Bloguni
Licious on synth, Whis on drums, Nakeel shaking the kayamba furiously!! Bootylicious just there for show looking moto moto LOL!! Princess and BFly are the dancers...
| Acolyte | Anutha Homeboyz Producshizzle | | Acolyte | Come down selekta, Musyoookaaaaaa!! | | Milo taps Aco and reminds him that its an Ogopa production | | Acolyte | Ooops… Ogopa DeeeeeeeeJays!!! |
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| | Maisha | Nilimeza Viagra, nikasteddy ka siku sita | | Maisha | Yaliopita si ndwele, si ndwele yaliopita | | Klara | Mpe Milo chance, usiwe na wasiwasi | | Just Sue | Akuna my dear! Yule mroro ni ka Abu Nwasi | | Klara | Pigeni picha juu ya ukuta, magoti tupu bila soksi | | Just Sue | Caught up, can’t make it, siingii ndani ya box!! | | Unyc | Pass me those roses, call me lovely, wewe kwenda! | | Unyc | I’ll trample on them roses, and do a return to sender | | Modo | Nimeblogu ki-Uganda, mtasare hiyo risto | | Modo | Nimebarikiwa kidensi, shukran kwa Christo | | Bantutu | Lady B nami, tumeshikana ki-MauMau | | Bantutu | Nawika Miaow! Ka yule wangu nyaunyau | | Aegeus | Tihii, nimekuweka wanted! | | JadeKitten | Tihii, mi pia nimekuweka wanted! | | Aegeus | Tihii, nimekuweka wanted tena! | | JadeKitten | Tihii, mi pia nimekuweka wanted tena! |
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| | Mr Lenny | Maisha bloguni poa, life in KBW is great | | Mr Lenny | Maisha bloguni poa, all you haters don’t hate | | Mr Lenny | Maisha bloguni poa, posts are many, posts are sawa | | Mr Lenny | Maisha bloguni poa, mabloggers ni watu wa pawa |
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| | Ichi/DonQ | smh, LOL, ROTFL, LMAO | | Shiroh | Niko katikati, niko meadow meadow | | Ichi/DonQ | smh, LOL, ROTFL, LMAO | | Shiroh | Leave these 2 gals alone, they are just shao | | Couch Tato | Peel me, peel me, convert me to Tato Chips | | Movie Buff | Go Colts!! | | Couch Tato | Salt me, salt me, salt me hard till you shake your hips | | Movie Buff | Go Colts!! | | EGM | My ravree shokrate sheeks, you make me shout woi! | | Devious | Come spank me my santa, you naughty Baba Boi… | | Archer | Niliona scene ya movie nikauliza “James Bond
atakaa wapi jameni?” | | Archer | Keroro ingesteady nerves lakini Pilsner Ice
hawai-produce tena hao washenzi | | Bantutu | Mtu saba ndio waliiba kwenu juzi | | Bantutu | Mtu saba walipiga babako ngeta juzi | | Dr pO taps Bants and reminds him that those were Jua Cali’s
lines in anutha song. There is a commotion and wild screaming as Bants nyaunyau
mauls Dr pO. In the background WanjaKihii is spotted shaking
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| | Bridge | Sung by Aco in falsetto | | Acolyte | It’s the life, it’s the life, ooooooooooooh it’s the liiiiiife | | Acolyte | Blogging all day, blogging all nite, blogger is my wiiiiiiiife | Repeat chorus till fade...
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From: Me I LOve NAirobi REgardless - MILONARE
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OesoFUNGUS (FUNky GaseoUS) A collabo with the one and only loonie mateProximus Maximus Ever sat next to a person emitting rancid fumes from the eseo… oseo… eoso… oose… whateva… phagus? Jeez, this guy can do you some damage!! Can anyone in the house spell h.a.l.i.t.o.s.i.s?? And to make matters worse, the polluted halitus is accompanied by vapid, insipid speech punishing the nose and ears in a two-pronged tag-team-like attack.Peek-a-boo OFFENDER: NOW the breath is usually HOT and HUMID, usually from the depths of the pharynx. It's usually Meaty...and if early in the morning u can trace tea and bread smell ( usually the unsliced type). It's released in one gusto... or in whispered motions if the person is aware. The lips as aforementioned (actually mentioned lower down) move like a presidential escort to clear way for incoming tornado vapours.OFFENDED: The wave hits the nostrils with the fury of Katrina. There is blurred vision sometimes loss of balance sometimes incoherent mumblings of agreement... You instantly tear up, blink. Reflex urges are muted and u can’t sneeze...u feel ur toes and nose-hairs curl up. Ur smell centres discern the different smell... and for sure they confirm that's a new kind of nasty. You try not to breathe. You try to breathe via exhaling only but your body reaffirms some inhaling is required... you shy away from the smell and breathe south south west of the direction... but that smell is good in hide and seek-it creeps up on u and screams "GOTCHA!" and for sure you have been had! Waiting to Exhale For some reason or other, those blessed with this condition have the tendency to exhale while speaking ( pre, during and post each word) generating a machine-gun like assault on the nostrils further aggravated by a rain-shower of saliva, worthy of an umbrella. They use words like ehhhhh, ahhhh and ohhhhh that require exhalation to enunciate properly – sheez these guys!!!! Their faces ( cracked lips et al) approach yours in some warped reminder of perspective from Art lessons bringing nasal destruction and gloom nearer, oh so nearer!!! Ever heard of mints my guy, ever heard of mints? In fact, the guy probably needs the mint SWAT team. Tidbits - These guys usually have lips that are flared in a 'don’t touch my teeth' direction...yaani them lips are like running away from the pungent odiferous volcanic eruptions happening from within
- Now, a closer CSI interior look shall reveal, remnants of undigested...or unchewed chunks lodged within pockets. At some point some ndengu seeds even start germinating but the extra free oxygen doesn’t help matters.
- They splatter away in speech, and if by bad luck a drop happens to land on u...do not wipe, do not touch...just let it dry out...
- These people are the type that wipe their mouth with their hands and hold doors and shake hands and u end up wondering if they had just visited the loo...trust me you’re luckier with the latter
- These people are the same ones that fall asleep behind/beside u in a mat with the mouths open and they ventilate you collar in ways that violate u more than Instigator's last post
Putting the Moves Their whispering of sweet nothings to the ears of the lovelies emit fumes of neat swathings wrapped around a decaying mummy… If this guy happens to be a kao doctor, when he asks you to “say haaaaa” you do not require anaesthesia as you’ll be out for the count - for quite a while.Wira ni Wira Anyway, I can see at least 3 jobs they are guaranteed to get: - Anti-riot police to replace contents of tear-gas canisters with upepos ma-smelly
- Pest control – no need to fumigate. Get the guy sleepy and then release him to yawn continually in the target room.
- WWE wrestling champion - a finishing move called Breathalyzer - Alcoblow kando...
Na msisahau ku-floss meno leo jioni!!!
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