Life is a Blog
Life is like a blog… It’s whatever you make of it….
Mutumia.
Forest Gumpy statements aside… I think that maisha is just like a blog. Lemmie explain…
You and only you, decide the fate of your space (OK… pornographic squatters aside who add LP to your name and tell tales of watching ebony XXX with their sons).
You get a free blogspot/ blogsome/ wordpress space and template. You claim your space. You become profound (kina Keguro, M, Mental ), you become profane (um… yours truly and others I will not mention), you become both (kina Brutha Code ); you become whimsical, you’re multi-faceted (Guess, Ms. K), you’re musical (Msanii), you’re funny (KM, Milo, Nick), you’re — OK this is not Global Voices so just read KBW blogs or Nchi Yetu Daily dammit!!!
Sheesh!!!! Going back to my point. Whatever that something it is that you want your blog to be and have— it’s on you. Popularity? Wide readership? Niche readers? Open space for all? Faciliator? instructor? Instigator? Court jester? Knight in training? Tamu tamu kama goodie-goodie? Choices, choices, choices. The bottom line is, you’re in charge of the destiny, quality and quantity of your blog and what you think you need it to become… You make it pretty and a visual treat. Or you leave it basic and work on the words. Or you do both. Or you put pictures- or poetry. Whatever. The moral is that it’s up to you. And you alone to figure out what you want from it (and your audience)….
No? Not buying it? Forget y’all! I was being profound dammit!!!
Moving right on…
You know when life throws you a curveball? Then it lobs yet another. And another. And you’re floundering, discombobulated, disenchanted and feeling quite lost? When your personal, professional and financial life is not where you think it could be— and frankly you know that you deserve better? But you sure as hell don’t look like you’re going to get it? Regardless? You’re gonna have to re-earn that right?
And you’re lost and adrift.
Then, you take a minute and realize that despite all the noise, the clamor of stuff that’s gone awry - ‘cause, much like the media, bad news takes the headlines any day- and good stuff- the assets, though all they get is a small page 6 paragraph (no by-line) they still count and matter?
And so, I’m grateful. That I woke up today
(to extreme drabness of a f*cked up professional $hittiosity that I don’t know how to get through)
I’m grateful for what I have gone through as it’s given me ammo to fight the good fight
(though it still looks like I have to pay my dues once again)
I’m grateful for love from friends and family – both real and virtual
(though it looks like ….
No, I’m grateful. I think. No— Yes I am….
For all the stuff that I have (intangible but no less real than $$ in the bank). As this thing, this existence called maisha, is what I decide to make of it… I’ma bloggforimagate it as much as I can ‘cause I think— just “think’ mind you… that it’s worth trying to squeeze out every last drop of satisfaction from this bytch called life…
I was gonna end with a bible verse but I know what they say about some certain people quoting scripture (plus I can’t remember the verse)…….so here’s DWG to summarize stuff…..
“No longer forward nor behind,
I look in hope or fear;
But grateful take the good I find,
The best of now and here.”
Post-Script: I am knackered. Just got back from a whistle stop tour trying to fit in the UK KBW bloggers into a 2 day marathon interviewing session. I’m still transcribing the interviews so when I’m done, I’ll post the Mental and Guess transcripts.
*yawn*
*Ambling off to sleep*
**Breathing deeply I made it first***
Ye all see ma dust..
Now Mutush this is one deep post. Life is a challenge and one has to wear the right attire to face it the way it comes. With the right angle or left we have to battle it out and win over.
Each one deserves the best and thats why we have to fight to get. For life is not a smooth road for us to ride. I hear you and for sure it is like a blog. Find a charming one and tomorrow a boring pic with a dead post.
Bwahahaha!!! Ati you see a tight post– then you go back and then it’s a stupid photo and nothing. .. Too funny mama! See now, we could come up with a book series like ” Jamaaz as blogz: How to avoid sblogs and enrich your html”… I’m on it. I’m on it!
Comment by Nakeel — February 23, 2006 @ 4:35 pm
Si you know how I feel about this post? Love ya!
Oooooooohhhhhh can’t wait for the Guess and Mental interview!! Ok esp Mental cos I haven’t met him.
Kwanza I’m so mad at the innanets as I sent you an e-mail thrice!!! and it was returned. It was loooong as a mutha so that’s prolly why. I’m still sulking though. Nice to see you (cyber-etically speaking) kairitu… Mental is –well i don’t want to give too much away– but— yes…. (OH YES!!!)…..
Comment by Ms K — February 23, 2006 @ 5:20 pm
Oh oh cannot wait!
Came in a respectable position today. Beware of the company you keep. The big words are rolling off your tongue. For once you have spoken the gospel, untwisted truth.
Sisti/ aunty… see the thing is, he-who-shall-not-be-named has given me a love of big words but not the love of dictionary.com. So what I do is just make them up as I go along… It’s quite easy really!
Comment by Prou — February 23, 2006 @ 5:55 pm
Mutumia ati you have barred me from commenting - good God - I am going to report you to Mental
- sob sob
Noooooo!!! Of all people— not you. You have the keys to my house!! Ala?! You also have open access to the fridge and all its contents and free use of the deck in summer. What is this damn landlord called Blogsome all about? Damn!!
Comment by Guessaurus — February 23, 2006 @ 6:22 pm
Sorry, you’ve been prevented from commenting on this blog.Either your comment content was found to contain spam, or
your IP address (or a subnet of your IP address) has spammed this blog before.
If you think you got this page in error, your entered name might be too short.
You can also complain to wp.spaminator@gmail.com. View source to see why you got blocked.
Strike count: 5This message does not apply to the lovely Guess!!!
Comment by I am barred - sob sob — February 23, 2006 @ 6:30 pm
:D I can see Keguro is rubbing on you (hahahha - out of it, get out of there people, its gonna .. blow…:D
)
Ok on a semi serious note, I cant wait to see the transcript, that should be a hoot.
Life, is life… tarararara.. Yes, there was a period of two years of my life that all the sh8t that can be thrown your way got me - I even got other people’s quota as well - and when I came through to the other side, me and God became bosom buddies - so I will cliché this one and go you have to go through the shy8t to appreciate the silver in the cloud lining (or whatever) and hope that things work out your way.
Friends, especially blog friends who get to see the side that the real friends may not, oh and the real friends that get to see all the rest, count for something
Chin up Mutumia - niukwenda gathufu?
Oh, and I am not the last in the queue today…. yaaaaaay
I swear if I have to try this one more time, I am occifially barring you from your own blog, them LP extras arent the only tricks with tricks up their you know what !!!!!!!!!!!
Hey Guess— that trip was a blast ama? Kwanza unauthorized jaunts and all!!! He he he… Did you get any quality photos? We’ll pixelate all the non-consentual stuff!! Seriously though, OK first I laughed at the statement that other people’s balaa was rubbing off of you (he he he)… then I got that out of the way and read on… Friends are the bomb and they rock. And sometimes… just sometimes, there is only that much they can do- like cheering you on as you limp through the finishing line at a disspointing finish time… It’s the alone by myself stuff that sometimes is sooooooo much!! And you’re like “Haiya?! Kwani I don’t get a pass EVER… I only go to jail and do NOT collect $200???” Pshaw…. but me I lurrve me my blogga buddies (now real buddies thanks to misspent time across the pond
Comment by I disbarred myself, let me in, let me in... — February 23, 2006 @ 6:35 pm
Am I even allowed by blogtiquette to comment on my own blog? Since seeing that it’s just chicks up in here— si we crack open a bottle of that smooth goodness- ka GMarnier kidogo and we gripe and moan and then giggle and stuff? Who’s with me?
Comment by Administrator — February 23, 2006 @ 7:12 pm
A nice post!I see people are becoming so so insightful up in here!What have you been eating?Or have you seen the light?I am waiting for those interviews!
The hangover was horrible but it was worth it… Guess, Mental et al are soo damn cool. Oh my— I was blown away…Thanks for your kind words Aco…
Comment by acolyte — February 23, 2006 @ 7:36 pm
(lets see if this gets through!)
Apology accepted, with impunity - so I am back to commenting!
HA: Previous comment in previous post doesnt apply to this here post…
Forget what I said in the blog— ebu go to Keguro’s place and pretend that you want to borrow some sugar. Then, take a look at his guests (kwanza that one called Clay— my eyes are hurting so much.). Keguro knows the nicest people— I soo want us to be his girl pals ….
Comment by Continuing from here.. — February 23, 2006 @ 8:13 pm
yes indeed, your blog is what you make out of it.
looking forward to the interviews with guess and mental - hope you didn’t get mental after a liverpool loss…
Liverpool ah— that seems to be a big part of Mental’s life— I’ll get on it this weekend…
Comment by Adrian — February 23, 2006 @ 11:57 pm
Ati you are not going to mention? Profane? Me? Oh, you are in such big trouble woman!!
I give up…The most fantastic things about you is your abilility, nay, unmatched ability to actually find humor in any situation. Pris ati go pretend to borrow sugar from Keguro. Ngai Njezuz!! Ai, me I give up.
Ati you were going to end with a bible verse..LOL mara 50 Million, plus all the anglo fleeced amounts. OMG!!
Hot damn! ati in your previous post you tried to cover the blender with a plastic ninio to save yourself trouble of washing those bladi tufunikos with nooks and crannies(sp??). Gal! don;t I know it!! Don’t I know it!!
Anyway, gutiga jokes, wiping machozis and hanging head in shame at coming at such a sad position, I will say one thing for you tumathinas….We all have a our bad days, and what does not kill you, will definately make you stronger (Nah! strike that, it sounds so cliche).
You will be alright, its darkest before dawn (awww shucks I suck at profoundness profoundity profoundalicious)
Ah! there is no way out of this one huh?
Ah well, come here you, (((((((((((((Mutumia))))))))))). Take the experience with you, and find time to smile because hidden in there…hapo ndani kabisa if you look nicely, is something beautiful to be thankful for.
Keep well.
**walks off to look for a ‘how to say the right things to a friend without sounding like an idiot’ manual**
:-(
P.s, Uh, I almost forgot…
One for the road…Not thufu you mofo,
((((((((((((Mutumia))))))))))))
I HOPE THIS DOES NOT GET SPAMMED OR ELSE!
Ah sweetthing you KM, you!!! You don’t need a manual— your words and hugs are a soothing balm as it is… I think that you are quite wonderful (and profane— kidding!! kidding!! Kidding!!!) Did you go to borrow Sugar though at K’s — maa ya Ngai to say the truth and shame the devil… haiya!!!
I’m in shock!!!
And LOL at your intimate knowledge of the blender’s nooks and crannies— that is so what happened— you need a brush, sijui a new toothbrush and still the mofo don’t get clean. Urgghhhhh!!!!!!!!
Tafuta that jamaa— beautiful!!!
Comment by KM — February 24, 2006 @ 6:29 am
discombobulated and shittiosity are my two new favorite words…thanks to you!!! love them love them love them! great post, never really though bout life in those terms, but it makes so much sense! thanks for shedding some light on this whole life thing who’s point always seems to pass me by!
Thank you for giving me credit– it seems like some people *harumph* think that it’s all keguro’s doing (OK… some of it is but that’s not the point really now is it?)… Thanks for your kind words - no your very kind words my Coastal sister. Shukran.
Comment by kipepeo — February 24, 2006 @ 9:15 am
I come with kisses
LOLOL at Shittiosity
*placard bearing Milo*
Down with Haidhurulp, down with Daylight Bloggery
Down with Haidhurulp, down with Blogcrime
Mvalishe taya, Mvalishe taya
Enyewe that sh8t she pulled was wrong!!
I agree you’re profound, but even more I find you profoundly funny. And your self-proclaimed boyfi Fulo has issued threats but I shall not be cowed!!!
Up with Mutumia, up with Haidhuru Orijino!!!!
Up with Muts, up with Haidhorijino!!!
*hand gets tired from waving placard but crowd will not be placated*
*wiping tears and laughing out loud mpaka the boss knows I’m not reading about child labor*
Milo, Milo, Milo… that demonstration was the bomb— *still laughing* I saw the threats by Fulo on your site— that chuta goes down hard ama? Lopsided ‘bar-talks’ and all (He he he)….
“Mvalishe taya”? “Mvalishe taya”? Jayzus !! That is too funny my brother. You so win…..
Comment by Milo — February 24, 2006 @ 12:10 pm
LOL @ “goodie goodie.” [Pronounced gooday gooday, of course!
You’re absolutely right tho - life is definitely all about attitude. Think +ve and that’s how it’ll be. Or be like Nassir Jones and think about:
“Life. I wonder; will it take me under?”
It’s true tho that fate throws you curve-ball after curve-ball, but wouldn’t it be soooo boring if everything was easy? It probably would be. There’s inestimable things to absorb in this lifetime - one shot one kill. Enjoy it, damnit!
Great post, Mutumia.
I love that “one shot, one kill”
analogy,similie,proverb,methali, ummm… thingie … that is so on point my bro!!! I’m luvvin’ it!Comment by >d® — February 24, 2006 @ 2:19 pm
Well I tried to omba suga from Keguro lakini his comments have crashed.
Anyway, auuuiiiii I saw Cane. I think he can help me!!!! LOL. YUM! This is the link girlies http://claycane.blogspot.com/
I dare you to look at that pic of that man and his locs and his guitar…. eh nitahitaji maji baridi.
Maa for real— I am sans words…. Kusema kweli— I looked, and then drank some cool refreshing coca-cola. Maa swear!
Comment by Ms K — February 24, 2006 @ 2:52 pm
Haiya my comment was eaten!!! I was just saying I have seen Clay. Yum!
Keguro amekataa na sukari!
Sasa ka-supu?
You know??? Re. Clay—you wanna say “just let me look at you for only 5 minutes” (o kuhutia, O kûigîrîra, o hanini”….– OK to look for 4 and a half minutes, one minute dude!! OK— kaa nayo! Hata sitaki! … Plus Mr. Keguro is a last born and you know how they are with the whole sharing concept… so… we’ll figure out a way to finagle some invites soon.
Comment by Ms K — February 24, 2006 @ 3:39 pm
cant wait for those interviews!
it would’ve been nice for you to quote a scripture.pull afew nywelez and remind urself which one it was.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son so that whosever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life”
What? Who-whaatt? I read Gideon’s Bible son!!! I HAVE SKILLS!!!
Na bado!!
“Jesus wept”
What were you saying? Recognize!!!
Comment by farmgal — February 24, 2006 @ 8:50 pm
LOL athaidhuigino that boy will be the death of us.ha ha ha i cannot wait fore them interviews especially the Guess one i’m about to unleash war on her so sho wherno mercy!!
As pertaining your blog ideology you do know wwe are like best blogmates right ama?
Aki woiye— I know I’m giving it away— but imagine I liked Guess… Go figure right? And what is this??? “athaidhuigino”— manzi I looked at it sideways and all but ?? hook a sista up– esp. one who is a fan of Nick like that
Comment by Nick — February 25, 2006 @ 3:13 pm
“(o kuhutia, O kûigîrîra, o hanini”…” - you seriously are mad, crazy, demented, certifiable, insane - ok, I saw clay too and yes, I know where you are going with this - damn what does that make me eh?
A window shopper!!!!
With bad credit!!!!
LOL Gaddd!! I crack myself up
*sidling over to Guess— aki woiye stop pouting— I was just joking… are we friends again?*
Comment by Guessaurus — February 25, 2006 @ 10:27 pm
Is that Clay dude gay?If so what a waste………
Um… I assume so… we were pleasing our eyes— you know? Thanks for visiting…
Comment by Miss piggy — February 25, 2006 @ 10:35 pm
miss piggy–not for the rest of us, really, NOT for the rest of us.
Be gracious in defeat Keg (do you like your new name? K. wasn’t working— too many connotations)…
Ms. multiple degrees picked up her language way before she came into my house to borrow sugar, only to realize I use splenda, and I don’t give away my over-priced sukari without some quid pro quo.
Tell ‘em Keg! Tell em! I’ve got “fat English- educated? London”
Now, thanks to you, the Kenyan women, lovely and way too convincing, will try to convert clay.
*15 more years of celibacy stare me, as I prepare to age, again!*
I liked 24. I really did.
LOL!!! Surely K!!!
Blog is mostly fixed, I think.
Comment by Keguro — February 26, 2006 @ 1:45 am