There was a time when life was simple, and all a guy cared about was getting laid and getting drunk. beautiful times then when responsibilities were few and stress was an unheard of phenomena. It is funny how many mistakes a person has made from that time to now and the consequent need to change in order to rectify those mishaps. I mis the drinking, that feeling of not having a care in the world as the mind revels in pure drunkenness. Its been so long since the last time i was drunk, years even. In fact the last several months have seen this son of a woman admire the bottle from a far as life has forced me to indulge in just water and coffee. There were times when we would start our weekend at the kbc half core base where we would quickly order a crate of beer two guys and demolish it by 9. Then we would hit the club till morning, more drinking and dancing without a care in the world. And to handle the hangover, we would promptly head to the local at 10 am and continue partaking more alcohol for the rest of the day. Back then it was such a small issue sleeping around. All you had to do was identify some hot mama in the village or in college and sooner than later, ud be in her pants:literary. Then one did not care about the consequences so long as one too k the precat6ion of not riding without socks. But such times are totally over. It makes no sense to sleep around anymore, i think experience does make it seem all meaningless. But still, i still miss it sometimes, all of it but i hope that i never go back to that kind of a life again.
I entered campus on August 2006 and took my place as young fresher bent to pursue a path of academic enlightenment n hopefully enjoy my youth with freedom and carefree attitude. But this story isnt about me, its about a lady who entered campus just about the same day. But I didn’t know that during the frantic registration process that ensued. As I pushed and cut lines in order to be served, i am pretty sure that this lady also was doing the same as K U was never known to have gentle ladies within its confines. The following weeks were followed by several classes and it is in one of this classes, math to be particular , that i met her. Most of you will be thinking at this juncture that i’m talking about cess but i have to disappoint you since the lady in context was Rhoda. As was customary in k u then, the days that followed saw her invite me to kam over to her room for a chat and I quickly obliged. It was while in her room, chatting and passing time that another lady swept in. i use the word “swept’ since that lady came in with force and speed as if the devil was in her heel and i remember that she was talking loudly with some other lady on the corridor. Hyper is the word that came to mind before everything else and i was intrigued by this lady who dint give a hoot that a stranger was witnessing this ‘wild” behavior. The second thing i noticed as the fact that she had a short skirt that showed her big, round behind so beautifully that my eyes almost refused to cooperate as I struggled to divert them from that beautiful booty. I, think at some point in our friendship i got to feel that booty, but I know that cess would nevr admit to that and my memory does not have the clarity to state it as a fact. Or maybe it was a dream, but I do rember, dream or not, that not many ladies can offer a better experience. So Cess, you have a booty to be proud of. I’m running ahead of myself so lets go back to our encounter where the lady was introduced to me as Cess.As i wind up this part, I have to admit that at that juncture i was torn between my attraction to her as a woman and the restrain i felt since she really wasnt my type. Reason, I just thought she was wild and i prefer my women sweet, calm and the very opposite of wild. But still, when I sat near her and talked to her, it took a lot of strength not to kiss or touch her and i still wonder at my strength that i learnt to suppress those urges. Frankly, i dont think those impulses were mutual. Cess nvr really at any point act in a manner that would suggest that she evr wanted to kiss or touch me, or if she wanted me to doi it to her. if she did, then no lady i have evr met can be such good at pretending that she didnt. But it is perhaps that conduct that made our friendship grow, for without romance, there is nothing to hinder friendship. To be continueed.
On friday I wrote a tribute to a great lady, cess, in recognition of her great friendship and devotion to my blog. I had no idea how she would take this public commendation since i did not try to seek her approval first but was glad that due to her greatness, she expressed glee and happiness. This must be a lady whose breakfast must be two bottles of guiness since hers is an extraordinary greatness. This post is as a consequence of a request by her to use this forum to show her the kind of a gal she is, through my eyes and my simple experience as her friend. When i accepted that task, I had not been aware of what it entails nor had i fully grasped the implication of undertaking such a task. But a man must keep his word and all i ask, dear readers, is that you indulge me through your patience as it is quite clear that one post only cannot give justice to such a lady. I have to ask cess at this juncture to reflect on her wish for me to write this post as I might reveal some opinions that she might not be comfortable with. Should you find it necessary to stop my literal description of your qualities and sometimes lack of them, the people will understand. if however you still feel that it is necessary to go ahead, then i beg that you do not judge me harshly for I am simply a literal tool to be used by the inspiration of literal consciousness bent on the celebration of the word display of the past.
Today is on Friday and i’m feeling more tired than usual. Spent my morning fine tuning my driving skill before i picked a jav to town. The only interesting thing today was lunch with ivy. Therefore do not blame me if my mind does not fill like creating intellectual literature today. So today I just want to tell Cess that for the 4 years that I have known you, I think you area great lady. And I wish you nothing but success in all ur endeavors today and tomorrow. Do not be disappointed that I have not gone ahead to write all ur great qualities but those who know u will agree with me that they are plenty indeed. You may wonder why I’d write this blog about you, but said I would yesterday for ur devotional following of my blog and the fact that we are still friends after so long. Cess, ur truly a great Kenyan.
It is official, atleast to me, that i no longer love my ex. In fact i find myself questioning whether I actually loved her in the first place or was misled to believe that i did. I’m sure there is research out there that claims that love is just changes in hormonal balance that lead you to experience feelings of deep affection for another individual. What I’m sure of is that those research do not accurately tell us how to recognise which hormonal changes are suposed to be love and which others are pure infatuation. What I’m coming to believe is that too much emotional attraction to another individual that happens too first and sometimes against one’s will cannot be love, not real one atleast. Why is that? Simple, to me love should be a choice that we make and should be a gradual process resulting to continued appreciation of another human being. I have to strongly point out that that other human being should be a member of the opposite sex and I strongly advocate that gay people are an affront not only to God but to nature too. Love, atleast in the context it is viewed in the wider soceity is too ambigous and hence one must first seek to understand it if he is to manage its efect. But any emotion that enslaves one’s will cannot be beneficial and since it is logical to avoid detrimental factors, it is only plausible to avoid this kind of love. It is however necessary to pursue that kind of gentle love that is based on deep friendship, closeness and values.
I asked you people what is better, body or great looks and every one seems to be of the opinion that a hot body is better. However, I am at a loss in my bid to gain understanding of this phenomena since i only got response from the ladies. The reason I asked that question is because i met this chic and she was like “God your body looks so good, just marry me.” What was interesting about this act is because this was a girl who i used to know and never ever showed any interest that went beyond the platonic. The other day I also met another lady pal I haven’t seen in a long time and since i was wearing this small T shirt, the lady was telling me how good my chest looks and she had her hands all over it on the street. I thought it was weird how a girl can express how beautiful your chest looks and go ahead to touch it while men are not allowed the same privilege. So ladies can I do the same the next time I notice ur boobs looking mighty fly, hehe feel just a bit to make sure they feel just as good lolest..dont want a civil suit. My point is every time my body looks all muscular and toned and I wear a small T shirt, I get more praises in one day than Iv ever got about my looks in a lifetime. To be continued.
As I was heading to town today, two things happened to me. First i met my favorite cousin who iv not met for a while and it reminded me that time is so short nowadays and there is not enough of it to go round. Second i saw a caravan of funeral vehicles and what really caught my attention is the guy hanging on the first car with a camera recording the procession. Then my philosophical mind went into overdrive and that is the reason why its late at night and I’m dipping into my philosophical arsenal to write this post. I wonder why anyone should go to so much extra miles to capture such a sad day in the lives of a family while in essence, they should strive to forget. It made me wonder whether this family had ever attempted to record beautiful moments in the lives of this dead individual or they simply learnt of his importance as soon as the poor guy kicked the bucket. This in my opinion is pure hipocracy, the desperation acts of a family that knows that they didn’t do enough to appreciate the person during his lifetime. For the record dear reader, I do not support such actions and I believe that memories of the dead should be left at the grave. After all it is better to remember the life of a person rather than live in the wake of his death forever.