Delays...but with good reason!

Before you ask why I didn't blog yesterday and begin to hurl insults and throw shoes (I'm still in awe at the guy that threw shoes at Bush. He practiced in real life the actions of my dreams!! I mean,not just A shoe. But SHOES. That guy was a ninja. Forget Chuck Norris. That shoe guy can walk on glass.),I'd like to point out that I was blessed yesterday... Yes people,Alex is now an uncle!!!!

I see you smiling. I'm smiling with you as well. Let's all smile and act like we're on a toothpaste ad. Yessssss....that's right. That's the spirit!

I have to tell you how this child came though. I just have to.

So,Friday night,I get back home. Bearing gifts of chocolate for my ever craving sister of course. I'm super tired and hungry. I eat and get ready for bed,only to be yanked mid way through my exit of the living room by an almost delirious 9 month old sister. "Alex,you have to help me. My stomach HURTS!" She said these words as she gripped my already tiny biceps (yes. I have biceps. They're just not visible to the naked eye. Don't judge me).

Thus,my 5 hour ordeal begun. Back rubbing,stomach massages,hand holding. That night was just too much. I know you're all wondering where the father of the child was? And WHY she's at out place and not her own?

Well,he was away. He's a soccer player so at times,duty calls. And being a coward like myself,she could not stay in their house alone. Not to mention,it really wasn't a good idea to stay alone either way.

Now back to the night story. So I do all these things,internally suffering with kilograms of sleep in my eyes and aching fingers. Not to mention,my ever increasing irritability. Do you know what it's like to be told "Alex,use those useless hands of yours for the first time and rub." "My back HURTS,bring that big head of yours this side and think of a solution" "Alex you idiot,rub gently,this stomack is not a ball of ice." "Why were you men even born? To just have babies with us and disappear? Useless sperm. Now RUB!"

My knuckles and all my limbs hurt. Not to mention,she couldn't sit still. The moves she had that night compete with Jagger. That girl needed to be recorded. Those stunts can be good for weight loss. A daily routine of that exercise and you'll be good to go (Take notes not-so-small people. I still love you though!).

The sigh of relief when 6am dawned upon us and I could go to bed as my grandmother took over and they went to hospital.

After calling my Mum and telling her what was going on,I slept like my life depended on it. Well,it does depend partially on sleeps,but you know what I mean.

When I woke up,the day continued as always. Had a hair cut and proceeded to return home when I was called and told she had already given birth. This was at 2.40pm.

The euphoria I had,I've never EVER experienced. Seeing that baby for the first time was beautiful. It made me feel so cool. Like this new life has been brought and I'm meant to influence it to live positively.

Life is short,people. Really short. Tiny hands can tell you that. Remember when you were little? How small you were? And now?!! Seems just like yesterday.

And I've vowed to make sure this girl grows up knowing the good things in life. Like the type of weave to have,to make sure when she wears leggings,her bum must be covered unless she intends on getting some,and of course... the mirror is a LIAR!! (Don't look at me that way. You know there's that one day you looked at yourself in the mirror and thought your reflection looked hot. Only to walk out and later realise that Amy Winehouse R.I.P was your competition. Yes. Your life that day sucked. Big time!!)

I leave you this evening with a few words of encouragement. Life is livable. You just have to know how to live it right.

Until next time,these are the thoughts in a script :-)
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Interesting or not...it has ended!

I could swear this morning arrived faster than normal. I turned and there the sun was.

After yesterday's blog post,I could swear weaves looked scared of me whenever I chanced to glance at them. There was just that feeling of I was the executioner and they were coming meekly to meet their death at my hands. On a serious note though,I was at another level of discomfort at the sight of most of those hideous things.

I had an exam today...which I enjoyed!! Who knew a bunch of rules could make someone happy? This is the first of their kind,I can assure you.


One of my friends today reminded me of a certain TV show I used to watch years ago. Relic Hunter. It was the ish back in the day. Not to mention a little bit educative (even though it was fictious). The adrenalin rush it left at the end of the day was something one could look forward to each Friday evening.

These days,the weeks go by without much time to do such things. When you have the time,you waste it wishing you were busy. And when you're busy,you wish you were free. Very rarely does one get to strike a balance between the two and actually take a moment to just breathe.

The week has come to an end and I am more than grateful. I solemnly promise to keep myself lightly occupied and enjoy the free moments I have this weekend.

P.S My sister hasn't given birth yet. Her EDD was today...still no baby. But never the less,I wait eagerly!!

Remember,take your moment ot breathe and be glad that you have a moment!! I know I will.

Until next time,these are the thoughts in a script :-)


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Of hair extensions...BAD ones!!

This morning rushed by like it knew I didn't like it. Kudos to Father time for making sure it did!!

Now,down to the subject matter....hair extensions,or better yet,what I like to call them : WEAVES!!! These concoctions of mangled and straightened (to stiffness by the way) synthetic hair which is mostly woven or sewn on to the corn rowed hair of our African sisters and friends. They annoy me!!! Nairobi girls just look HIDEOUS in them. Even the ones with the supposedly near realistic "Human Hair" type.

The other day (and the days following as well) me and my guy friends from Law School were discussing our feeling towards them. Many of the girls in our class that did have hair extensions,just looked like they had some fine fabric mops on their heads. Some of them so fine that they glistened....unbearably!! It was like looking at brand new straightened steel wool lying miserably on a human head.

Many (if not all of us) were in consensus that we liked our girls MINUS the woven accessories. Very few of them looked good with these. And it's because they actually took the time to integrate them into their own natural hair to make it look as if it was their hair. Now,you must be wondering what it is I mean by this,yes? Well,what they did was just use some of this synthetic material (of the famous "human hair" kind) and merely have it sewn (or glued) into their already well done natural God given hair. And with exactly the right amount,same length and same colour. Now this,was a girl we could bear. This was the kind of hair extension frenzy we wouldn't mind. She's come off looking like God gave her all these locks of hair,and she KNEW she had to look good with them. A Gold Star to that one!!

Then there's the Medusa of all...the girl with the weave that's just "planted" on her scalp. No use of her natural hair to try and at least lie to us a little that "it's mine,don't hate! Appreciate!!". She will sew it on,and even show you the "hem" from which it's attached,right near the front,at an angle simillar to that right angled triangle...at the side of her head. Then you see the little bits of her hair under that sewn part,peeping like the hide and seek champion of the childhood neighbourhood.

It disgusts me to see girls do this. And yet many of them have BEAUTIFUL hair. Why do you hide it? Why do you suffocate your strands of hair?? We like you the way you are. Long or short hair! Even Tyra Banks and Beyonce admit that all that hair ISN'T theirs. But at least they do it right.

At the end of the day,me and my boys concluded that for the hair,the best way to go is the God given way. Be natural!! You can perm your hair,that's fine! But stay off the weave,to be safe.

Say no to the weave!!!!

(I must admit though,I've met many a fine girl with some good hair...and it wasn't all theirs.) The saying "If you can't achieve it,then weave it" is only for the few blessed with good hair dressers. Mama Wilbroda will not do your hair justice. Stick to Afro Kinky please!

Until next time,these are the thoughts in a script! :-)

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Not much to say

Today was a not so explainable one... Woke up the same as each day. Being awake and wishing you had an extra hour of sleep (I love my bed by the way. The relationship with my mattress and beddings is one that's unbreakable.). I had my usual hour of showering and dressing up. I do this slowly and deliberately to try and wake up by the time I'm done. Breakfast was great.

Oh,and my sister came home yesterday. She's due this week and I'm soooo excited. Can't wait to be an uncle!!

I read some really good work on the Social stratification of society. What makes it up,what makes it tick. How the society works. And then it hit me...I'm part of this society I'm reading about. Somewhere in there,I'm one of the many characters. I form part of this. I am being written about. I'm a very valuable part,for I play a role. Each and every one of us plays a role.

It depends on what exactly it is you are doing. Are you leading your life and abiding with those around you in harmony? Do you have positive results from your actions?? Hard questions. Very hard questions.

By lunch time my mind was made up. If at all there's any negativism around me or from me,I'm going to change that. I'll be the measuring stick NOT the one being measured.

And if you're wondering,I think I did okay on my exam. The reading paid off. I wasn't caught off guard :-)

As we speak,I'm on my way home and thinking of the next way I'll be a better person. Life is too short to be sad for too long. Whatever has a beginning,will surely have an end.

Until next time,these are the thoughts in a script :-)
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Generally...

So,I've been told to get blogging for a while now. To be honest,I had no excuse. I was just too lazy. I'm only a little less lazy,but I guess I've given in.
"What to expect here?" Yes,I've asked myself this as well. To be honest,it will be mostly my thoughts on various things. Many of them not too serious. (This is my cue to smile). What does "thoughts in a script mean anyway?" Well,in my opinion,a script is usually a story...most likely going to be made into some television act or perhaps stage performance....but mostly television act. (I don't plan on any of this mambo jumbo being turned into something of that kind though!)  Now,within this story,there is a thought,or a bunch of them that the writer is trying to bring out,or have you bring out in your mind. When I write something,I like to view it as a story (yes,my school work included. It makes everything much more interesting). And of course this story has a lot of my thinking put into it. hence the word "thoughts". Do you see how "thoughts in a script" comes about? You don't? Really?? 
Hopefully,tomorrow shall bring forth results.

Oh,and I plan on making my blog posts as regular as possible...
Until next time,these are the thoughts in a script! :-)