all around the world

The bride price
March 9, 2007, 8:37 pm
Filed under: Crazy and dangerous: in the mighty name of love

In the land of hakuna matata”,  men have been known to do dangerous games in the mighty name of love. Sanaipei ole Ndutu, woke up one freezing morning ready for game hunting, armed only with a spear, a club and a sword strapped to his waist. His game-a lion of the pride rock, East of the great Tsavo. This was the asked bride price by the father of the bride Sanaipei so loved and wanted, to be the father of his children. It is not unusual, that was what Seno ole Seii (the father of the bride), had to pay and so did many other men. Well, Sanaipei walks towards the plains of Tsavo hoping that before nightfall he will have made it to pride rock.

What kept sanaipei going? Was this for love, showmanship or, to prove to the community that he is not a lesser man? As he whistled the tunes of the warriors in rememberance of the great heroes of the past he walked along. The best training he had, towards his fete, was, ‘the leopard hunts by stealth; not speed’. That was enough training to put youto the test. Did I say test? Oh. This is the real deal, you either win or make a door-delivery easy meal. And as the story goes, Sanaipei, died trying, so did his remains tell the tale. He wasn’t a good enough suitor. Failing to reach his end of the bargain, he lost the commodity. Was the girl that beautiful to deserve the lives of her suitors? Well analyse this; missing teeth in her lower jaw, a sacrifice for beauty; pierced ears with holes the size of a door knob, hair smeered with red ochre, bare breasts, hard roasted skin, in the seething heat of Tsavo. Yes, she was a beauty in all the land of Hakuna matata, and more men would have tried, had malaria not claimed the life of the village beauty, Seina.


Avoiding the typical ‘tourist’ look
February 26, 2007, 8:32 pm
Filed under: Touring Africa

Whenever you plan to visit Africa, you are quick to remember the guide book. Thank you very much, coz you sure are not going to get lost, but you also are sure that you are NOT going to hit the coolest spots around town. Your guide book will usually teach you the typical tourist language. For example, if you visit East Africa, (the swahili nation), your guide book will always teach you the “forgoten” swahili, the kind tha is left solely to the tourists.

The most assured way through which you can beat the odd looks, is by learning the spoken swahili. Anybody will teach you but I highly suggest that you learn it from trustworthy people, or people whose sitations require them to be trustworthy, like your driver, your guide (if you got one), your chef or waiter etc. For example, it is so typical of tourists in East Africa to greet by saying ‘jambo’ (meaning hallo) and other people gaze at you with that look that says, “that sounds familiar”. But if you greeted and said, ‘sasa’, you get back a bright look from someone and an enthusiastic response, then they would either go ahead and laugh in amazement of ‘how on earth’ you knew that, or they would engage you in more conversation, jus’ to find out how much more you possibly know.

Look cool: If you truly are on a vacation, please, avoid the looking like you are on a campaign against AIDS in Africa. Typical tourists walk in drones, or better put, swarms. Jeez! Guys, split up! Everybody wonders wats the matter here! You hardly can attract a bargain this way! Another classic tourist look, they walk about town in them camping backpacks, hicking boots, the dirty denim, and the walking style, boy! If you stop at your camping site or hotel, pleeease, change into some jeans, tshirt (as you like it, free or tight), shades, and most of all, get your freak on. Ask for ‘the spots’, if you know what am talking about. It’s not tight down in Africa, like it is here.

PS: please ask if the town you are in, goes to sleep. Very important, coz some towns do not, and you could be sleeping while the town……..

Remember darkwing duck? sing along……
February 22, 2007, 4:11 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

WARNING:  If you truly are NOT an’ ol tyme Dysney fun, you woun’t love this.

Friends of darkwing duck, sing along (any part that is still fresh in ur memory). Classical 1991

sing it aloud, and make people around you wonder wats gotten into you.
– Darkwing Duck 

Daring duck of mystery,
Champion of right,
Swoops out of the shadows,
Darkwing owns the night.
Somewhere some villain schemes,
But his number’s up.

(3-2-1) Darkwing Duck (When there’s trouble you call DW)
Darkwing Duck (Let’sget dangerous)
Darkwing Duck (Darkwing, Darkwing Duck!)

Cloud of smoke and he appears,
Master of surprise.
Who’s that cunning mind behind
That shadowy disguise?
Nobody knows for sure,
But bad guys are out of luck.

‘Cause here comes (Darkwing Duck)
Look out! (When there’s trouble you call DW)
Darkwing Duck (Let’s get dangerous)
Darkwing Duck (Better watch out, you bad boys)
Darkwing Duck!

Hello my world!
February 21, 2007, 4:54 pm
Filed under: Crazy and dangerous: in the mighty name of love

Welcome to ‘All around the world’. I will give you a look at China, Middle East and Africa. The wild, crazy and dangerous things people do in the name of love, hate and ‘it’s my life!’. Oh, and also do not forget another influence on major actions ‘ ma mamma’. Remember the movie waterboy? Aah, so you do huh? See what mama makes us do? Yep, life is like that.

Mama picks for us all the crazy colored draws, and makes us like ’em. You had one! Or do you blame it on daddy? Oh! and daddy too! He said all the crazy qoutes from his head, (not his heart ofcourse) like, ” Hey, men don’t cry! Men are made of steel, we don’t show our weakness, toughen up boy!” Then they sack him the next day, he cries all day long and then blames it on God. Crazy huh? Wat did love ever make you do, or hate (or mama).

Tell moi.