Haidhuru

Make coffee. Relax. You’ll be here a while.

So I saw these guys are advocating for more mercenaries PMCs in Africa. I can’t help but feel extremely skeptical. While there were some kind words to be said about Executive Outcomes’ work in Sierra Leone, at the same time, EO also got mixed reviews from their work from De Beers to keep those diamonds flowing as every kiss has to begin with Kay and diamonds are forever. And Blackwater was going to happen as it’s in my opinion what results when you’re not fighting for a cause (God, mom , apple pie or githeri).

Hmmm… I’ma keep my eye on this and see what come up..

Meet the first anti-rape condom…

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Surely EJ wacha kuenjoy watu like this!

Paris in Rwanda
So you must have heard that this Paris is seeking redemption in Rwanda- (not to be confused with this Paris). I’m increasingly incensed at how Africa (undifferentiated, monolithic, homogeneous Africa) is this shopping basket that people can use to showcase their good works. Envision celebrity browsing through this year’s glossy (all new materials) catalogue. “So this season, disaster and disease is in. Hmmm… I can go with Guinea Worm- but that’s like so unattractive. We could do famine, but those hungry people are on dit. Doesn’t starvation victim # 455 look like so totally hot?” It also takes a certain kind of person to look at the deaths of 800,000 people and go “Ahhhhhh! Now that’s the backdrop for the atonement of my drunken driving woes”.

C’est pathétique.
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Is there something that can reduce you to tears like a bad hair? I have a pretty high threshold for pain, boredom, hanjems etc. But nothing can send my ka-lower lip quivering and trembling like bad hair. I’m like a kid who’s missed the Nairobi show bus and was looking forward to eating candy floss but now has to go home and he knows the mboch has cooked gith. And he’d told his buddies from Visa Oshwal the way he was going to get stickers (for Joginder Singh and Patrick Njiru from the Subaru stand) & new gum boots and he’ll drink Pepsi in a can. Lakini he’s going to be strolling down the kiosk to get half loaf and maziwa lala.

Yeah. I kinda feel like that cause of the ‘do that I got Sato.

Kwanza it looked like a kofia.
Then it was so full of gel I looked like those high school drop out chicks who are constantly at the mall shrieking and yelling to each other. From half a foot away.

And nilikuwa na ka-date.

And the supermarket was full of hotties. For like the first time ever.

I hate my hairdresser.
And myself for listening to her convincing tale ati “it’ll be less um…. like, office-looking”

Grrr….