Kenyangroove

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After a long hiatus from the blogging world… I’ve decided to come back to KBW. My three month hiatus involved a lot of travel, UK, Germany and Kenya. There was a lot of drama too, I broke up with my girlfriend, had a really good time in Kenya, Mombasa was too dope. In Germany, I asked a cabbie to take me to a night club and he took me to a bordello instead.

At home everyone including my mum told me to cut down…on my eating, I think I was going out of shape..on of my resolutions anyway is to reduce on carbs, hit the Gym 3 times a weeks so I can get back to where I was a few years ago..

Anyway, now that I’m back…I hope to add value to KBW, and to meet interesting folk..

On that note, I was listening to 98.4 and I heard the debut of a song I always thought would come out..his name is JJ650 …and “to the right” is his single. It’s a bit low, but as much as Irreplaceble demeaned men, I think it’s a well deserved answer…what ever happened to Sportie Thieves?? See you guys soon

I was tagged by Mocha! a few months ago…I’m supposed to list 6 weird things about me. I’m unique just like anyone else and I have my weird traits. Let’s see..

I have a double bed…that’s not weird. The weird fact is that I like to sleep diagonally..(that is when I sleep alone). I don’t know if it’s a declaration of space or territory but I just don’t feel right if I don’t use the whole bed.

I don’t drink coffee, and I drink tea maybe once or twice a month. I can’t really call it a phobia for beverages but maybe after seeing the effect it has on grown folk (addiction), I don’t want to go anywhere near tea or coffee. I just hate to be dependent on anyone or anything.

People say that I have a weird taste in music. They tend to wonder how I’d like Immortal Technique (who is very intelligent yet vulgar), Armand Van Helden, Esther Wahome (Gospel), Saian Supa Crew and Basment Jaxx and dig all these artists at the same time. I’m very open minded on music and I guess that is why wherever I go, I always enjoy myself because I’m not tied to a genre of music that will limit the restaurants or pubs/bars and clubs that I go to or the people I’ll interact with therein. I can’t stand trance and anything close to it..such as techno.

I think I’ve watched more movies at the cinema alone than I’ve watched accompanied by pals, or anyone…

I never argue about religion, I have my belief, you have yours. Don’t try and force yours down my throat.

I find Scottish women sexy purely because of their accent.

That is my weird side…don’t hold anything against me if you know me..kwaherini!

I have not been blogging for a while, 2 months to be precise. I have an extremely busy schedule, work on-call and I also work outside normal hours. I have also been studying for Solaris exams (a requirement for my line of work) and I’m not prepared in anyway despite the fact that my exam is in 2 weeks.

I then decided to take a deserved break, and took a trip with some pals to the west coast of Ireland…went to a town called Sligo. It’s a pretty, modern and buzzing town with loads of tourists (especially in Summer). We took a tour of the town, went to the beach and watched the sunset…now that is not meant to sound romantic because this was a group of people who are just friends with no attachments. We also managed to go to a waterfall…can’t remember it’s name but it was a pretty site. After our day of touring, we went back to the hotel, changed into the right gear…men took half an hour max to shower and dress up for the evening. The ladies took 3 hours, which is something I always complain about but I know will never change. We proceeded to a restaurant called the Fiddlers and had a lovely dinner. We then proceeded to the biggest joint in town…”The Velvet Room”. Groove surely got his groove on and I really had a nice time. That was the first club I’ve been to outside Dublin that plays some decent Hip Hop, RnB, ragga…or as Common (Sense) said it on his song “6th Sense” in his High Acclaimed album “Like Water for Chocolate”, rap for the black people.

The night went on and I grew tired and my vison got blurred and I knew it was time to go to bed. I gathered the troops and we headed back to the hotel. I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow and this is where the real story behind this post starts. My bro had called me earlier during the day and he told me that he was heading to some Huge EA party in Westlands and all his pals/my pals were gonna be there. I told him to enjoy himself and say a big wassup to the gang. Whenever my bro calls me I get very homesick and wish I was back in Kenya enjoying the sun and people.

When I woke up Sunday (yesterday) morning, instinct told me to check my phone. I saw a missed call and a txt message. I quickly read the txt message and it said, “I dunno if your bro has told you, Andrew died in a car accident this morning, his wife is in hospital”…I was in shock and I couldn’t stop the tears. Andrew is a very good friend of mine. He was there for me in every way when I was in Kenya, we were in the same high school, went to the rave together, even when I was
going to study in UK he was there at the airport to see me off. Andrew’s brother Nick is my best friend. Basically the txt left me in shock, not knowing that to tell Nick if I called him, how would I console him, how would I console the family and I’m so far. Andrew was yet to hit the big 30. He had a wife, bubbly kids and was doing his thing….why did he have to leave the world in such a cruel way? I though about his kids, his wife…I just can’t stop thinking.

I tend to ignore when people say that life is short…it really is.

God gives, and takes…I know Andrew is in a better place, where there is no Velvet Room, no war, no conflict, no sorrow….

Rest in Peace, Andrew Kanyi

The Apprentice UK came to a conclusion yesterday…despite my firm rooting for the "Badger" (Ruth), the blondie (Michelle) pipped her at the dying stages. I think Sir Allan decided that it's easier to tell a blondie what to
do rather than fight with the badger when it comes down to business.

Shooting for the series actually ended last year in October and Ruth and Michelle had been working for Sir Allan for 6 months before the finale…tells you that despite the entertainment the program exudes, it's serious business in selecting the apprentice.

I haven't missed an episode and deep down I wanted Syed or Ansell to scoop the top job. I really hated Syed from the start but grew to like him towards the end…his passion for bending the rules reminded me of me a bit. Call him a con, liability, whatever you want but he is definately shrewd.

The program did separate the men from the boys and I didn't really know that even the best of the best cry. Tuan (pronounced Duun) and Samuel cried when the pressure got to them, Nargis did a really bad job in selling a
cat calender, Jo…she was just insane.

Good season, I liked the first one, maybe because I had a little crush on Saira but the second season rules!

So what would happen if the Apprentice would be staged in Kenya? Who would be the big mdosi? Imagine a few prominent Kenyans saying the words "You're Fired"….go through a cross-section of MPs and you'll start laughing!

After a short haitus of not blogging…I'm back. My short break was cause due to the fact that I went to UK for an extended weekend and…I had alot of fun I must say. Met most of my pals and was supposed to see Mocha! lakini she absconded the rave on Friday.

There was a Heat for Miss EA and I gave it to the Ethiopians because they were good-looking but really because I didn't see the Kenyan girls…I was at the bar getting some drink that gives you wings. Afrique was timam…it's a good feeling when you've not been out in a while and suddenly an extended famo of pals appears…

Anyway, it's back to my rural home which sorta reminds me of "Lost". No wonder I don't miss that kipindi. It's quite interesting that Lost season 2 in UK is like 6 weeks behind…and I thought UK wako mbele!!! Does anyone know when Nip/Tuck Season 4 is starting? I can't wait for 7s Rugby at Twickenham and Nonini on the same night…3rd June!!

A prominent model was apprehended with cocaine worth 22 million at JKIA on a flight from Ghana…apparently the Anti-Narcotics cops always had a hunch that she was involved in trafficking. After going through her cell-phone, numbers of various MPs, a former Nairobi maor and several prominent businessmen were found. She quickly denied their involvement in the narcortics trade and said that she basically organised events for them. The only clue to her identity is that she was a participant in MNET Face of Africa 1999 & Miss Universe Kenya 2002.

The police and CID are now deciding whether to question the MPs and those found in the cell phone. My personal opinion is that as the rich get richer and the poorer continue to languish in Kenya, drugs was always gonna enter our system and it would make those who are "above the law" rich. I know that if you have power in Kenya, you are untouchable and obviously whether these people are guilty or not, the model will definately be the one to take the fall…

I snatched this from on of the many mails I receive…at the end of the day we all want to drive a Ferrari and live in Lavington/Karen or if you're in the UK you may want to stay in South Kensington and if you're in Ireland you'd wanna stay in Ballsbridge, the poshest area in Dublin…this is a veiw from a wealthy kid.  

One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad." "Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. "Oh yeah," said the son. "So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them." The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are." Isn't perspective a wonderful thing?  Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.