Living at the Coast

Having realized that sometimes a man needs to start afresh, i decided to move to Mombasa to reinvent my life. Some would ask me wether I have succeeded. i have no simple answer to that and it would be wrong for me to try and rationalize a scenario that i cannot possibly be able to grasp presently. My trip to Nairobi last weekend increased my determination to avoid the capital and instead prefer the stillness of the Coast compared to the bustle and hustle of town. There are a couple of things that make mombasa unique, both in a good way and a bad way. First the ocean is a beautiful sight, alwyas able to sooth me as i sit on the beach and gaze unto the wonder of God’s creation. Afterward s i rush to the merchant baker who lends me swim costume and takes care of my belongings as i rush into the water for a well deserved swim. This is of course as i pass by bintis, where the aforementioned lady treats me to coast delicacies in her humble hotel. Lately i have discovered that you can acquire two fresh sizable fish at a cost of 100 then have then  nicely fried and served with ugali and kale. Trust me Binti can cook fish and the end result is heavenly. Sometimes you can just sit at pirates club and enjoy the beautiful sight as you sip some chilled wine. The other thing about coast is the nyt clubs. Every where you go the coast is full of beautiful and massive night clubs with nice dance floors and powerful sound. It is rare to be bored at the coast since friends here will always be up to something and it is hard to be lonely or immensely bored.  Morever i have been teaching at a local college and i have realized, unfortunately so that teching is hard work and have decided to take a break. i am not a quitter and my decision was necessary since the school was not paying me a cent.  I have been besieged by several business ideas that the coast offers one who is willing to think outside the box and i hope that time will allow me to exploit some of them. I hope that by the time my sojourn ends in Mombasa, I will live a very big Mark here.

PS: the coast people having embraced me as their own have given me the name, Mohamad so ya all dont be surprised.


a new begining

My life has been a true roller coaster, both sweet and bitter. I have discovered that as a person i am uniquely different, in both a good way and bad too. i have made progress in some areas while at the same time have screwed up in so many. i have allowed my self to love and be hurt and have led others to love me who have ended up being hurt too. i am a paradox, simple yet too complex to fathom. One day some might call me an enigma others an anathema, yet none will be too wrong. FOR THOSE I HAVE HURT I SAY “FORGIVE ME”. For those who have hurt me, i forgive you. For the knowledge i have gained, i appreciate those who have played a part in making it possible. For the mistakes iv made, i regret them not for in them, i became strong and wise. For the people whose lives have enriched mine i say that you are indeed gold in a world full of lead. And for the many who have dulled the brightness of life, may god grant you his mercies. But now it is time to make a fresh start, to become a new individual. And like Abraham i have to migrate to a new land, reinvent myself to position myself to be the man i must become. the journey i have taken will not be easy, for it is full of holes of uncertainty. But i face the obstacles bravely and i hope, at the end of this perilous journey will be victory and glory.

mombasa iii

For u who had the decency to read my last blog ud be aware of the catastrophes that have been happening in my life. After trying so much to locate the malicious toad behind the invincible evil force orchestrating all these tragedies in ma life, i decided a holiday was in order. So i found myself in a night bus on a Wednesday nyt heading to the coast. On arriving at the coast i promptly boarded a mat to that sin city mtwapa to catch some well deserved sleep after serious worry that that mad driver might not get me there in one piece. Later i decided to visit a pal of mine at mikindani which is a nice estate as u head out of mombasa city. We shot some pool which i eheee demolished him thoroughly. The following day saw us heading in search of nyali public beach which turned out to be a very deserted beach, haunted perhaps… now the highlight of this day was this dude who accompanied my friend edu. now this dude came dressed so officially ud think he was a millionare and hence the journey began. This dude avoided paying any of his bill anywhere including transport fare for all the places we went. The excuses given included i need to find an mpesa and when the mpesa is located, he needs to find an atm now. Now this dude can eat. So imagine the guy has the audacity to keep on asking for chapos n vikombe vya chai n he knows very well he aint got a cent. It aint a crime to be broke but for real, this kind of behaviour is unacceptable in a man. Later we headed to pirates beach where i spent the afte reminding myself how to swim in the rain. later as i went to have tea with my friends, the lady there asks us ‘hamjapata wasichana wakumwogesha na kisha mpasuane huko kwa maji’. deciding to show my ignorance i enquired as to what this kupasuana means only to be answered by the other lady ‘kupasuana ni kutiana huko kwa maji’. Shock on me. Friday saw me spend the whole day alone and needles to say the day was spent sipping drinks at the pirates club, swimming and basking in the sun. later i decided to go have a drink at the tembo disco where those fools have the audacity to sell beer at 200 per bottle, wtf. nonetheless i at least got interesting company from this bootylicious chic who was too sweet indeed. Later on being a serious opponent of indulging in chips funga, i said hurried goodbye and made my way to my hotel room. the rest of the holiday was uneventful except on sunday during my back trip when the damn bus left me at the town and took my luggage with me.

lift ur curse, i apologise

Life during the month of may had bin a little intolerable and it started me to become paranoid and wonder whether someone had cursed me. Now im not a superstitious person but with all the crap happening so first, a man got to consider all options. First my cpu decided that it had enough of viruses and went dead, just like that. Then my roomies comp died also after the roof decided to leak, n get this, the leak just had to be on top of that cpu. Why cudnt the rain just leak onto the cloth and force me to do a necessary wash up, but owing to the fact that i believe the leak was orchestrated by a mganga…it made sense. So i packed my extra heavy cpu n headed to the fundi who charged me a whooping 500 to work on it. Funny thing is when he opened the thing, whaaaaaaaat there was enough dirt inside to start a greenhouse farm in the beach. nonetheless the dude purportedly worked on it and after paying him quickly proceeded to go home to continue with work. Goddamit it, this thing doesnt have no drivers. pissed i called the dude and called him several unprintable names for been so incompetent….anyway later got them and came back to check on that effort. Shit, as i went to hook up the monitor i dont know how it happened but the monitor went crushing down as if pushed by an invisible hand. again my people i am fronting that act as the second exhibit as to the existence of an evil force making my life miserable. Only question is, who is directing that force….i have a few guesses ken kioi bein top of my suspect list. Its may n my tribulations continue with the sudden death of my modem and now im out of options so please my people, advise needed. PS heading to church soon to exorcise those demons so if ur behind them, be warned; we are casting you to the swines.