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Of Facebook and Twitter; Let’s Socialize!

October 25, 2012 2 comments
Social Networking

Social Networking

“Why have you taken eons to have this social networking sites integrated with your blog?” my me asked my other me. This got me thinking why not create a Facebook page and have you and you and you over there get to know the other side of me; the social me?

Before I continue, lemme apologize sincerely for the long unintended hiatus. Well, I was in plenty in the social media and that’s why I’m inviting you, dear reader, to join me so that when the unplanned hiatuses occur in the future you aren’t left on the lurch. And *clears throat* I missed you too, really I did! I hope the apology is accepted. Wish I could bake a peace offering care for all of you; but if wishes were…

Well, as you already know, I’m a taciturn bloke so you may be wondering whatever you are wondering or maybe wondering if I have anything to offer in these social networks; if you’ll get something from following me on Twitter or liking my Facebook page. All I can say at this juncture is, surprises come in silent packages and gift wraps. That means i don’t know what you’ll gain because I have naught much to offer :-p

If you enjoy clean humor, general knowledge stuff, quotes (inspirational, funny, silly e.t.c), other wholesome and decent stuff, you’re welcome. Also, the FB page can be a sharing platform where YOU can share whatever wholesome and of benefit to others. Stuff like tips or sites that can help others make money online, lose weight , news, amazing facts, photos, tips on saving and using properly the little money pocketed from the online money making thing, relationship tips and suggestions and others that you find pleasurable and decent to share to all and sundry.

Virtually, it is a platform for sharing non-obscene, non-vulgar material but the refreshing kind for the benefit of everybody even though I don’t promise popularity and many ‘likes’. Any hue, the more of you, the fun it will be!

The purpose of this post is just to invite you to my Facebook page and to follow mwa on Twitter. There is room for everyone.

Click to “like” and “follow”…

>>Facebook Page<<                                >>Twitter<<

… welcome one, welcome all 🙂

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Euphonically Speaking

April 28, 2012 8 comments

“When everything seems like in the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive…”

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When everything seems like in the movies,
Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.
And I don’t want the world to see me,
‘cause I don’t think that they’ll understand,
But when everything’s made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.
Iris – Goo Goo Dolls

I don’t want the world to see me…

I’m not that outgoing. I’m naturally naïve but that don’t put me down. But if there is something that’s to be done and is in those situations that would summon me to pay a neurosurgeon to cut off my nerves or block my synaptic bridge so I don’t have to be nervous, I pull myself up, be an auroch and handle the something as it should.

…Cause I don’t think that they’ll understand…

Still waters run deep. I don’t talk much, brand me a taciturn, I don’t mind. Most of the time I’m just taking in what the conversation is all about, contribute a little then immerse myself again to the listening. I learn from everything said and everyone talking but I’m always afraid to mutter something lest it sound esoteric and the world fail to understand mwa and I end up making a fool out of me or seem that I’m speaking Greek or Latin, (jajajajja – I’ve just let out a laughter in Spanish, I think).

…but when everything’s [meant] to be broken…

Being a taciturn, however, isn’t a license to refrain from expressing oneself, ones; feelings, emotions, hopes, dreams, fears and phobias, interests, dislikes and likes, opinions and the ilk. This all I, personally, do, though not in a braggadocio’s style. So when anything’s on the crush course, my ego (no, I have an ego the size of a peanut so it’s unbreakable; it’s invincible, I think), a conversation is heading on the boring mode, my reputation is in jeopardy, someone asks for the basis of my faith, a friend is being slandered on in my presence, I’m asked to explain something; anything that I might know and virtually anything that demand my elucidation, I’ll always be on the go to speak out though not by picketing; carrying wrongly spelt placards while screaming “Haki Yangu”.

…I just want you to know who I am

If you wish to know about someone or something the best option on offer in the market is always ask either the person you want to know more about or the inventor or someone who knows more about the something you wish to know, right? I always appreciate when people inquiring of me from me other than relying on rumours. Also, I always behave in accordance with my personality and will never conform to certain way of conduct to please people. I don’t like eye-servicing. Everybody gets labeled. People may tell us what or who we can be or our capabilities, but it’s up to us to decide whether or not the label is fit to us. I try to be a modest friend, because being someone’s friend isn’t about what you should have done it’s about what you do and I strive to always do good to people, more so, my friends.

That’s it… or almost. I’m only human.

Maybe I should tag other Bloggers for them to try something like this, maybe not. Anyway, if anyone wishes to imitate, go ahead.

       When everything seems like in the movies,

Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.


And I don’t want the world to see me,

‘cause I don’t think that they’ll  understand,

But when everything’s made to be broken,

I just want you to know who I am.


Iris – Goo Goo Dolls

Categories: Personal


April 4, 2012 Leave a comment



Some of the snaps I employ in my naïveté thoughts penned here are not sketched by me, I’m no graphic designer, yet. So to whom do they belong?

Well, some are Googled, these ones I give credit to where I’ve borrowed from by linking ‘em to their websites.

Some photos I edit myself after Googlling them to suit the article posted. But I’ll always give credit to where I got the original photo.

Some are from my friends comps (with permission of course!) but because of confidentiality, I don’t plaster their names in this wide web of the world.

Others are recovered materials from some storage devices passing though my phalanges and prompting my curiosity to explore the contents they possessed before landing on my paws. (Blame it on technology ;-)).

[Original Snap: Photo Credit]

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At times I’m caught up in the web of commitments away from the web of the wide world, commitments that can’t be let alone, but Dear Reader, don’t despair. I, most of the time, pen down articles when I’ve managed to cut through the web of commitments and emerge victorious (read when I’m free) which I’ll be scheduling them so as they be posting themselves when the web (of commitments not of the world wide)… entangles the mortal me again.

The inconvenience in this is…

… Belated Comment Replies

At instances of my being committed, it may seem I’m ignoring your comments but I’m not, really. Anyway, you’ll agree with me that it’s better to have a late lunch than not eat at all. Why, I appreciate your thoughts (comments) very much and even though I may not take a jiffy to reply, I’ll reply ‘em. Eventually.

Well, that’s it… or almost. So, sit back, relax and enjoy the thoughts of a naïveté being. (Feel free to subscribe for posts to be hand delivered to you via e-mail or RSS Feed.)

Categories: Personal

Gaudy Humble Abode

February 24, 2012 2 comments

Virtually every being has a dream thing: domicile, automobile, laptop and anything worth dreaming of. I was resting my aching body after a strenuous day then I recalled how the coloured bulbs made the streets in town colourful he previous night. It’s not that I had not seen them before as we had a yellow bulb in our lavatory when I was but a mere boy, but I just got to thinking, what if my dream house had a different bulb colour for each room, how gaudy it would be!

Blond for Friendliness – Living Room

Yellow, the colour, is known to embody friendship as yellow flowers are given to acquaintances. The fact made me envision my living room under a yellow bulb; lit to embody my friendliness and also to be a show of welcoming and hospitality gesture. I want all my guests to feel welcomed by the serene ambiance of friendship. Always be yellow. And you’re always welcome to my place, including this web log.

Emerald for Veggies – Kitchenette

I’m certain you are now hungry from all the bantering we are having. Let me head to the green room and prepare something that will occupy the vacant tummy and quell the hunger. You might be thinking I’m a vegan by choosing green for the kitchen. That’s a wrong assumption you’re entertaining. I love meat (all kinds, thank you very much) like a graveyard. It’s just that green goes well with food and for a matter of fact, I’m a good cook so you can count on me to satisfy your whetted appetite – for food and food alone!

If I have green eyes because you are better in any way than me, I can just put poison in your food in the green room. Hehehe, don’t buy that.

Azure for Calmness – Lavatory

If I had not given you the clue, I’d ask which room you think a blue blub should light. You might be wondering, why cerulean, why not auburn or brown, the colour of ****? Well, don’t you just feel relaxed when making that call – short or long call? The bladder just can’t take it no more after searching for a cloakroom all over town and in the nick of time you find one, oh the relaxation, the calm, you feel when you are letting go… and, that’s why I chose blue for the blue room.

Sometimes the hustles of concrete jungle with automobiles, mortals and rickshaws as jungle animals make you weary and on returning home, the soap operas playing, like a tuba, your nerves, just make you settle for the lavatory with a newspaper to relax with as one does their business. Blue would be therapeutic to help calm the nerves and be cool and calm. Which colour would you prefer?

Pallid for Cleanliness – Bath Room

Cleanliness is next to godliness and what a better colour to symbolise that than white! But, maybe, dark lighting is needed with a strobe light for the ilk that likes having concerts in the frog kingdom, some with croaky sound to entertain the frogs, some with soft sounds to entertain I-don’t-know-who.

Cerise for Passion – Bed Room

In my opinion, this would be my favourite room seconded by the green room. Here is where my beauty personified wife and I would update each other on the daily happenings (where I talk twenty words and she tops up with her two hundred or two thousand words, depending on whether she’s a verbose or a taciturn, blissful, isn’t it?) and get to do what married couples do when alone, at night, it’s called marriage dues.

Here is where my library would be too for research, reading to pass time, scripture meditation and this; read other blogs as I commit pen-micide – strangling the pen to pen down blog post’s for this humble abode and also a stereo system for music (I love music, good music, from most if not all genres)

If my daughter(s) were fortunate to have their own rooms, they would be at liberty to choose their own colour bulbs or be okay with the white, pale bulbs.

What about the gazebo, how should it be lit? I’ll leave that for you to decide, you help will be highly appreciated.

With all said and probably done – in my mind’s eye, envision being at such a domicile. It would resemble a rainbow burglar’s den, wouldn’t it? I think it would be a rainbow’s residence, where fairy tale stories come to life… The problem is that those lights aren’t that bright and they’ll be u bother to those with not so good eye sights, pity.

That’s it… or almost. A gaudy humble abode in a naïveté’s mind’s eye.

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Six Steps to a Lasting Friendship

February 14, 2012 10 comments

1.BE A FRIEND: The only way to have a friend is to be one.

2.MAKE TIME TO CULTIVATE A FRIENDSHIP: Friendship, like a flowering plant, needs to be watered and nurtured for it to blossom and that takes time.

3.PAY ATTENTION WHEN OTHERS TALK: When you converse with others, show personal interest in their feelings, encourage them to talk about themselves.

Take the lead in displaying honor to them.

4.BE FORGIVING: True friends are quick to overlook minor failings.

They are loved for their fine qualities so minor faults are overlooked.

Those who learn to forgive keep their friends.

5.RESPECT THE PRIVACY OF OTHERS: Everyone needs some privacy, even your friends.

Use good judgment when expressing personal tastes and opinions on matters, this contributes to a refreshing and welcome friendship.

Avoid possessiveness which can lead to jealousy.

6.BE GENEROUS:Be liberal, ready to share, share encouraging words with others, be free with sincere commendation.

Think about what you can do for them instead of focusing on what they can do for you.

Categories: Personal

High School Trek

January 16, 2012 5 comments

Should I commence from the moment I completed level 1 of 8-4-4, Primary school that is? Nuh, where’s the thrilling in that. Elementary things are for babes right? I beg to differ! Think of it this way, without the so called basic simile you learnt in elementary school like, “as enigmatic as North Korea”, would you be a gripping blogger you are, huh? Don’t think so 😉

Well, after the final paper, G.H.C.R.E (now Social something), we went on a nutty spree to make merry for the completion of the conquest. Probably you may have heard of Mugoya[1]; the pool of the Grim Reaper where distraught mortals seek to mock their Maker and Sustainer thus insulting Him by taking their own lives. Yep! There’s where we went for our last swim. Should I carry on? Yes, you say? I’m already jaded, sorry, let’s leave it at that and move on to the main thing, shall we? No? Okay, I’ll move to nyakemincha[2] of the story. Well, we weren’t going to commit suicide, just to swim and swim we swum duck-ily until those cult people spoiled our enjoyment, nkt. At that time there was a people worshiping around that place – their shrine I think – and it seemed we were interrupting their service. Their worship struck us as they were puffing bang and had this kind of holy book that was just different… creepy! Maybe they thought we were spies of some sought so they chased us from there with whips that inflicted pain to someone just by looking at them! We vamoosed out of that place sooo fast that David Rudisha would have watched us with green eyes!!!

As usual there is one who is always caught and he was screaming his lungs out that he was let go out of pity… now shall we continue? Those for yes let me hear some “ayes”…… the ayes have it, no questions asked.


The admission letter came. You know how it goes, prior to the letter, the results. Mine were good, excellent to make mwa jaunty and all so I expected a nice place to go on with my learning. Now the letter of admission; it got me excited to commence the not so higher but high schooling.

A Mono

I got to the school a month later and fellow monos had begun lessons. I had notes to write to catch up with rest. We were all naïve, golden halos on our heads, but not for long.

A lot occurred at this stage: charming teachers that you just look forward to their lessons and actually be attentive (at starring at them), teachers that you’ll do yourself justice by not crossing their path, student fights, was there love you ask? I don’t know, assignments and all the norms of teaching institutions, fighting for plates at the Dining hall during lunch time (this was normal due to plate shortages till more were purchased)…

Friendships we forged amongst ourselves.

I learnt namste, namaskar, salam a leikum…

If this class was a lassie, she definitely would have come from upcountry, bemused by the ever fast city-life. She would clad like a rainbow burglar: red stilettos, green miniskirt, yellow blouse and a pink coat representing the weird and not so weird traits we had. Everyone’s character become manifest with time since character, like pregnancy, can’t be hidden for long. This class, 1B, had all kind of characters: the verbose and the taciturn, the shy, the pretty and the prettier than others, the jumbos and the armadillos, dark skinned and the yellow-yellows, Africans, Indians, Arabs. We can go on and on and…

Then there came to be end term exams; there came to be school recess. The first day.

Take Two

Here is where one thinks, not brain wise but hormone wise. Some of our classmates decided to let go and transferred to other schools and some, regrettably, went back to monoisim due to poor performance.

At this stage we would fight in D. hall too, not for plates but food. Growing up is expensive and food demanding!

Who used to head straight home when sent for fees arrears? This was our time to explore the environs and prove how well you knew the town and that indeed you were born here.

Not much happened at this stage apart from puppy love and all the brouhaha that is part and parcel of hormone driven falling in love.

Also, we took the first place in one of the numerous exams we did, but with question marks! How disappointed we were to be denied that coveted trophy. It killed our morale to the bone, pity.

Most of the teachers were on teaching practice and boy weren’t the wenches cute! This for a matter of fact aggravated the tightening of our pants (I attest for the dudes, no strangling please!), they would rev our engines and send us thinking, don’t ask thinking about what, that’s an abomination but blame it on the hormones okay? Okay.

If this class was a product of a brewery, whisky or tequila it would be…

Then there came to be end term exams; there came to be school recess. The second day.


At this juncture, friendships have grown stronger. Some, who slipped and fell in the trap of love, sadly broke up though some grew stronger; I wonder if the unfortunate ever found out how it was supposed to be.

Maturity befriended us but as it is, it’s a must to grow to adulthood but it’s an option to act as one.

There’s this day we were sent home for school fees arrears but it was too early to go home so we pitched camp at a place in West Indies where we got to relax as tourists. The view of Sosiani River was picturesque in those days (I went there recently and it’s a concrete jungle full of hostels and buzzing with life). We named that place The Base.

The following day we were sent home again. The story of The Base having been spread to the other classmates via scuttlebutt, almost all the boys, even those who had cleared fees, left the school leaving the lasses to enjoy the lessons that day. We all went there this time we were too many you’d assume we were picketing.

Booze found its way there (don’t ask me how, I’m a teetotaler, remember?). Some of us touched it not. Some wanted to show off and got drunk just by licking the bottle top and began making noise that made the students living around there irate.

The students couldn’t take it no more and so with clubs and whips, they chased us out of that place and thus cut short our vacation. As usual, one has to be caught. We couldn’t leave him there to face the wrath of that irate mob. On returning for a rescue mission we were met with police threats. To cut the loooog story short, they let go of the dude, we didn’t know how the school got intelligence of that incident for the Deputy Principal and another teacher to pursue us. The police threat was as real as air but even after the pursuit, none of us was caught and the story subsided to thin air. I wish we were caught so as to experience jail life even for a few hours, just kidding, hehehe.

When we flopped in exams, our chem. teacher would ask if fleece have taken over our thinking

If this class was to be a dessert, liqueur it would be, no question on that.

Then there came to be end term exams; there came to be school recess. The third day.


From take two, there was cold war between lads and lasses in our class but all was history when we commenced our final year together. “Oktoba bado mbaaaliiii” our math teacher would tease us that October, when the KCSE exams start is far off and that sentiment stuck as her mantra. In our second year, we were once denied the trophy for topping in an exam, but this was the year we proved to them we were the best.

There is a lot to jot down regarding this class but I’ll need to publish a book. I’ll never forget my fellows from 4B. We accomplished much by being together as one rather than in cliques and that made us improve enormously on individual performances, to top in various exams and even our class had the highest mean score in KCSE. We even came together and produced a clip on our last days together.

If this class was a lady, she would have had class, mature and a best novice of city-life. She would know how to handle herself and how to clad and be a murder suspect (clad to kill). Her cologne would have been handmade just like her well fitting black leather jacket.

I never got the chance to say goodbye to the gang, my fellow neophytes, so lemme leave at that and dedicate this chorus of the only third Day song I have and have heard:-

Don’t say Goodbye by Third Day:

                                                                 Time will open doors for you

                                                                Wishes spent make dreams come true

                                                                I promise I’ll be there

                                                                So don’t say goodbye 

And the lyrics of Vitamin C’s Graduation (Friends Forever):

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we’re gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same

But when we leave this year we won’t be coming back
No more hanging out cause we’re on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now? Cause you don’t have another day

Cause we’re moving on and we can’t slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn’t know much of love, but it came too soon

And there was me and you, and then we got real glued
Stay at home talking on the telephone with me
We’d get so excited, and we’d get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life’s not fair
And this is how it feels

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money
When we look back now will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule?
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won’t interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye
Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly
And this is how it feels

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

La, la, la…
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la…
We will still be friends forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it’s like we’re women and men

Will the past be a shadow that will follow us ’round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town?
I keep, I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye
Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

>>Lyrics Courtesy<< I like the sound of the violin in this song.

Then there came to be end term exams; there came to be school recess. The fourth and final day.

That’s it… or almost.

[1] Place in Eldoret, not a tourist attraction, though it might be a good revenue earner from those who wanna commit suicide.

[2] End or tail (tail-end).

Categories: Personal


January 1, 2012 7 comments

Lasses and lads, today marks our twentieth anniversary.

Milk and I have been together faithfully enjoying our stay together as husband and wife. And a heaven sent better half she has proved to be. She has taken me through the highs and lows of life.

It was love at first sip and I’ve continued to cherish her love from the bottom of my tummy.

Sweet colostrums she was in my helpless times when I needed antibodies to fight off infections.

She made me shed tears just to have her attention from the comfort of a bosom.

A true friend she has been all this time.

Maziwa Mala she would be, for me to relish her love with Ugali.

When I needed tea, she was there, fresh, to prepare me a cuppa, or two.

To sooth me throat, vanilla yoghurt she turned to. Oh, with a doughnut I would savour the love.

Even in powder form she would be, for me to lick. How I took delight from the kiss!

At nights she was warm and fresh, she made me sleeps well and glowing without anxiety.

Milk, my adored one, I will always have affection for you for eons to come.


That’s it or almost… My milk, my love. 😉

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