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….
That nyau (the pic I mean) looks..piiiised off! but thank you for blogging. Your post was the first on the aggregator…..okay, that is like the time 07:07:07 on the day 07/07/07….right there.
Murphy’s law. Bless you hun.
Woiyeee..its all around the bad hair bug, but Gel mami, thaz juz gross…..
Your hairdresser is a chic? cos maybe she is just malicious n all, just saying…..maybe she has hots for your ‘date’. huh? have you thought about that? **points @ your temples”
Mine is a HUUUUNKY man, chics can touch my eyebrows, my face, nails… whatever, but my hair is NEVER touched by a woman. NEVER. And get this, he’s not even gay. I know because surely he cannot be gay….. …..I like men, gentle touch, massage, not kila saa gossip, but most importantly…. aaaahhh my adonis.
LMAOOOO @ kofia, kari kii njuiri mami? tihii, kwanja some tu kofia things mathes shona on their heads…sooo compact.
Tihiii @ show kid. Aiii, you you truly love Joginder Singh wewe. Do you know that school called ‘Shree Kutchi Leva samaj Patel’? I am not lying!!
Until Kipepeo said that she’d also seen the bus, I thought that you were joking pwana! Ala— that name is looongg. I wonder how they do verse speaking “adjudicators, ladies and gentlemen, boys & girls, my name is Neema Atieno Shah from Shree Kutchi Leva samaj Patel..” Times up… don’t tell us why “step mother is worse than step father”.
Comment by KM — October 3, 2007 @ 1:22 am
woiye…I’m really trying not to laugh…honest!!! But man I feel for you, this is when a head wrap comes in handy…Hope you got it fixed though. lol @ KM….have you seen that shree kutchi etc (name is way to long to type out)…anyway, their bright yellow bus…with the name that almost has to go round the bus instead of just one side!…
I hear you lakini you can’t really rock that head wrap in the office- you know? And I can’t do wigs as those things are too gaddamn hot! So I’m stuck with a gelled mob cap. Urghhh
Comment by kipepeo — October 3, 2007 @ 5:40 am
Ok..first, are you still talking to me? I’ve been AWOL vibaya kabisa.I’m so so like saaahry. Theeen, I didn’t know you were back on blogsphere.Aaaand I’ll be in your neck of woods next week, maybe perhaps, can we, I should call. Halaafu..pole sana re: hair. I feel your pain. I’m trying to regrow the fro I butchered a year ago, and somedays I look decent, most days I look like a golliwog. I’ve become a real pro at doing the head-wrap thing.Lakini wewe, you allowed someone to smear gel on your head?? lol, you deserve a public flogging. Unless you’re an extra in Pootie Tang, hio maneno is out ni njaa! m’kay?
LOL @The showboy(km)..loaf and mala? woii. so sad.
LOL @KM’s alma mater Shree Kutchi Coo.
Sweetness… of course I’m still talking to you. Nagojea simu bado. My ### is still the same (ama send me an email w/ your ## and I’ll call you).
Comment by Medusa — October 3, 2007 @ 1:06 pm
hair…still tryna figure out what to do with my swiftly growing ‘fro!
rock it my friend, rock on
Comment by muthii fulani — October 7, 2007 @ 6:51 pm
Pole sana mami, me on the other hand no man can touch my locs; it is mamas all the way!
Comment by acolyte — October 30, 2007 @ 12:04 pm