I give you me...again!

Rage only!!!!

Lately.

Hee hee hee heee! ( thats not a laugh its alama ya mshangao in kiuk). Its been long since I blogged but thats because I had lots of stuff to do, including my last placement and my thesis which I was almst halfway but then i dropped from the group so I decided to do it lonely instead of having both of us three do it I wasnt happy with the topic and those small small disagreements didnt jazz me at all, despite all that am cool. Today is my 10th day without a phone and I cant wait to hav it on again, I wanted to try a month but thats too much, am doing it for 14 days only.
Theres this special person whos coming to do her masters here in Finland and this whole thing is giving me hibidabachibiz because I can't wait.

Culture extinction.

I was talking to one guy about culture and that made me do some in-depth exploration of my cultural background, what do I know about my culture? Do I have one? What are my cultural beliefs, values, and practices? If I have do I impose them and how? Its so sad that we or rather I seem to have given up my culture to some other, and I dont even know which one. Apart from me having a kikuyu name and being fluent my mother tongue what else do I treasure? The first thing I ever put on my bedroom wall was a Bob Marley poster, not even my moms photo... damn! Am I ashamed of my culture? And what have I done to prevent the stereotyping that has occured?
Enough with the questions! I tried to convince myself that we dont have time to keep examining our culture. I thought of how people find it funny and outdated if a jamaa or a chic speaks english in some accents like Kikuyu, Nyeri Luo or whatever language they speak, but if you have that strong American or British accent....now youre talking! Depending on where we are, sometimes we have to pick an accent or no one will understand the hell you're talking about, haha!that reminds me of one guy in my prima who went to mombasa like for two weeks and came back with that coast accent and he was calling everybody 'mtoka bara.'
The only cultural thing I'll pass to my kids (when i get) will be my mother tougue and making sure the mother beats them up when they do wrong, thats the only way I can perpetuate the Gikuyu Mumbi cycle.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you ME!

Thats how mean BEZIQ was, I didn't want my friend to touch my bike, I was just about to throw one big tantrum in shagz. Behind us is a 'sukumawiki plantation'

Lost post.

This thing is curazy 1st I lose a post then when I publish another it goes below the previous one. The new one is DRAMA below HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Happy new year.

Happy new year everyone, Love and many hugs. I have so many stories I dont even know where to start, I think I'll unpack first.

Drama.

My trip to london was abit dramatic because I woke up late the day i was supposed to be travelling but those were the repercussions of going out the previous night, despite waking up late, I had to do some last minute shopping. I got all the things I wanted and all the presents I was taking to everyone, almost missed my flight but you know almost doesnt count so everything was ok. I was in in london at around 23.50 and there was a very stupid and sexually frustrated lady at the passport control, she just wanted to bring it out on this poor african young man, she took my passport to one guy (her superior i think) who told her to just lenga the whole thing because am coming from an EU country and he said he's sure the scanning had been done already. Hehe! I almost laughed at her but I just smiled. That wasn't enough, she took me to some desk and started asking me stupid questions like why am going to the UK, how much money I have cash and in my accounts, my address.... She left and came back like in 3 minutes and told me to fill another form because she'd misplaced the one I'd filled before, thats when I got mad and told her I cannot do that again, I told her I dont know the address and am not going to make another phone call asking the same questions I asked like 7 min ago, I was just about to raise my race card, "ARE YOU DOING THIS BECAUSE AM BLACK?" Well I guess she felt that coming because she cut the b.sht before I smacked it on her face and thats when she let me go.
I went to stockwell where I met my friend and straight to a club with my luggages, the door man told me they don't do bed and breakfast and that I had to leave when everyone else is leaving. I spent xmass at one familys house, we were so many and it really felt like home. On the 26th we went to a club called Motion, am not a pevert but I have never seen so much butt in my long living life, it was like a butt congress, and I refuse to go into details.
We left the club and from far we could see a big yellow thing on the front wheel of our ride, thats when you start hoping that its one of those big yellow plastic bags (that have a calendar and a horse on the other side). We got closer and it was not a plastic bag. Our ride had been clamped!! It took us like 45min to get a cab.

Boyfire goes to London

Well, Boyfire was my nickname for a short time, I have no idea where that came from and I didn't like it, I still don't so don't dare!!! I finito my placement today marking the start of my holiday. I wasnt sure what I wanted to do this x-mass but I've made up my mind that 'nittaeda radan' 1, because my friend is graduating on monday so I'll be there and 2, because I don't want to be here eating ham and drinking glogi (Finnish x-mass season drink). Its not that I hate it, but I have done it quite a number of times and change is as good as a rest. I got a relatively cheap ticket but the airport is like an hr and a half away but who cares.

Despite all that has been happening lately, am hoping to relish myself in London....haiya! Just remembered that my friends mother and two of his aunties are coming for the grad' so that means no pinting...hm! The other option I have is to go stay in harrow (like i know where that is) so wherever it is I hope we'll have fun but the grad' boy told me its in a far zone so I'll get acquainted to the bus driver and the train crew.

Promises??

Tracy Chapman - The Promise

If you wait for me then I'll come for you
Although I've traveled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart
If you think of me If you miss me once in awhile
Then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill that space in your heart

Remembering Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
If you'll be waiting
If you dream of me like I dream of you
In a place that's warm and dark
In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart

Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
If you'll be waiting
I've longed for you and I have desired
To see your face your smile
To be with you wherever you are
Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
If you'll be waiting
I've longed for you and I have desired
To see your face, your smile
To be with you wherever you are

Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
Please say you'll be waiting
Together again
It would feel so good
to be In your arms
Where all my journeys end
If you can make a promise
If it's one that you
can keep, I vow to come for you
If you wait for me and say you'll hold
A place for me in your heart.