please leave a few..........

Please feel free to leave a few tips here on how one blog refugee can start his own blog and also leave him some nice comments too----- you know like how you like his handwritting. He is "shy" needing plenty of encouragement. No names.
He thinks he is a frog.....................Chatterly was looking for frogs legs the other day.......nikuseme????

Kwanza you, "you know yourself"(say that in your mother tongue)- did you bring the sun?



p.s. Abba Father, thank you that water is back, thank yo that it is almost business as usual. Thank you DEAR GOD FOR THE SUN TODAY. Ta, Mungu.

I went to my first summer BBQ last night. Can someone tell zungus that vitu kama pringles, celery (yuk,yuk,yuk), nachos- that is never to be seen at a BBQ.And then how do you serve me kuku fillet kwenye BBQ and cold at that atii finger snacks. If I want finger snacks sii I will eat my own finger. Cold kuku- etii Kirima ni mboga huh? haiko chomwa.


WHO is starting a BLOG? ehhh, do you want betty to help you.

When five minutes is relative............

Yesterday I uprooted my cold-ridden body and headed for Derby for a job interview. I decided not to drive because for starters I have a love-hate relationship with the motorway.How do I say this? YES, WOMEN CAN NOT READ MAPS (so shout me!). I have been driving in England for five years now and in those five years I have been on motorway to another town MANY times.And only once in all those times have I gotten to my destination like the map said.Otherwise I end up....................places. I can't even explain how it happens, it just does. Once I was driving to Oxford from Bristol- can I just say that this journey was supposed to be straight forward....................

Okay let me just say NOW, that this how I tell directions-I will often confuse left with right.So I will say turn left when there is no left- just know I mean the other left!!! So I give directions like this, "oh London is 2 and a half hours drive away" as opposed to "take the m4 then m5"(who is m anyway?)

So I am off to Oxford, printed directions and I had even read them........... and you know how at the end the route planner says this journey will take 2 hours.......................RIGHT THERE, I JUST GOT MY DIRECTIONS. Now, I am driving and guess what I am looking at......correct the road but I have my eye on the time...............at 2 hours sharp. I see no sign marked Oxford is here. Panic sets in.........have I passed it, have I not? One way to find out........stop at the next town. Guess what..................it is NOT OXFORD. 2 HOURS YOU SAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I still get to my destinations though.................the scenic route.





So yesterday I was off to Derby and there was no way I was going to chance being late for an interview because I can't read maps. ( and if at this point you are thinking, why doesn't she buy a navigator- my answer is this two pairs of shoes or a navigator?You decide. It's on my list for santa this year). Took the train. And you know what, the directions given to me by the dude who was going to interview me were simple. The place is FIVE MINUTES walk from the train station if you take the park road exit. I caught the train, found the exit and I started walking..........................FIVE MINUTES he said. Sii I look at my watch..........5 right? At exactly 5 minutes.........I am not seeing, said offices. Okay, I am not going to panic just yet. Keep walking. At exactly 9 minutes............still no said office. I panic lakini just a little. My interview is in exactly 45 minutes time. I stop to ask for directions. Question? are there any black people in Derby (there must be coz there is a Uni there and you know how black people like to study- some have more degrees than a thermometer!) Why do I ask if there are black people? Coz this dude I was asking for directions from HAD ALREADY DECIDED THAT HE COULDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I WAS SAYING BEFORE I WAS DONE SAYING IT! Anyway he was no help so I walked into a hotel to get directions. Got them- keep walking straight down she said, about 5 minutes.................there is that number again. Kwani dude(interviewer) and dudette (hotelier) have different five minutes.I leg it....................another five minutes.............no office. PANIC, PANIC, PANIC. I can not believe I got into Derby an hour plus before my interview and I am going to be late. At this point shoes are about to be removed and I of the three types, I am about to lift the skirt and start running with the aim of getting there in good time.

A whole 20 something minutes later.........................I FOUND THE PLACE.Yes, and with time to spare as well.YES.





Interview was okay, I want to say easy.........but then again, it is for voluntary work in Mwanza. So I saved them questions like, "do you speak swahili?", "will you be needing sun tan?","culture shock" yaada yaada yaada. There was a problem however.........I was hoping to be in Mwanza for October but those places are all gone (to some wazungu who want to climb Kilimanjaro after they have pulled teeth) so I was given the option of Feb 2008 or June 2008 or October 2008. People how do I know I will be alive in October 2008? The only reason I didn't take time off work this "summer" was because I hoped I would be going away in October.It would not be a holiday but I would be on the motherland. Now I can't do that. So June next year it is for Mwanza. Can't do Feb, I will have just returned from Christmas.

So on my journey back I was "pickey,pickey, pockey father had a donkey, donkey died, mother cried, pickey, pickey, pockey" ing my way through holiday destinations for October............Barbados is looking very good and so is Greece.


Now that I am high on strepsils................let me go bond with my bed.


Two job interviews in one weekend.......................SUPER, how are you doing on the panel? I bought that phone card to call the Hague................will I be needing it?

Alaafu, super................sii you start your own blog.


Speaking of relative..............Unyc....you know THEY are all thinking it lakini after the demise of Kirima, I think maybe everyone is scared to ask the question lakini, I am a bit concerned about EGM, mpaka his blog is slowing down ....will he be alright.............sii you said the wait wont be long (where not long is relative huh?)...............nii Thursay hii? Part V.

PLEASE ZOOM TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN....

Wololo ladies kwani who and what dawa did she use? Coz it worked. As I was assembling myself to write down my reasons why Gaborone is mine, out of EXACTLY nowhere ...........I woke up with a cold. Yaani whatever dawa was used ni kalli, lakini, I may be down BUT I AM NOT OUT. Twendeni.



Now, second and foremost- I got to play fair, so mambo ya sijui podcast, picha, I can't use. Believe me when I say, you will fail to read whatever comes next ama you can droll over laptop like this and we can't be having seven grown men bila laptop.So because I care sooooooooooooooo much for you all- I am going to have to let your imagination do the walking. "They" always said, the book was better than the film. So far "they" are always right.

Thirdly, I hear a panelist was in the neighbouring areas and did NOT even think it wise to carry out live interview- shindwe!!!!!!!!! (p.s. I have now decided-If I don't get the job Super you are carrying the weight of this blame................just because)



WHY I AM THE IDEAL CANDIDATE!



JINA - THREETYPESOFCRAZY STOP( WHY STOP?I hear you ask........because when you see me, you can't help but....)



D.O.B - 3/3 of every year.



MARITAL STATUS - HAS NOT BEEN ACQUIRED.



RESIDENCE - HOME. Lakini I am bout to move because there was a report that most accidents occur at home so..................I am moving.



EDUCATION- YES.





WHY ME?



I am the "rib" after EVE. God made me lakini He had reserved me for such a time as this- JUST FOR YOU. And please be warned unlike Eve, I follow instructions to a "T", so all serpents please depart, before I put my hands all over you. I am with "ADAM" on this one. Sii God made Eve to be Adam's help-mate. Excess needs help, guess who his mate is. HALA! (muna shanga shanga nini)



Am I comfortable in heels (or was it hills you were after?coz kama nii hills, the twins are cross between mt.kenya and kilimanjaro.and for those who are lost- what do you have two of that can be hills- LADIES ). Step this way please- I put Choo in Jimmy Choos, Minola reps have my number on speed dial. Yaani, heels are taken into rehab when I leave them in the shops.Imelda Marcus has never, will never, can never have anything on me.



There are things every woman must have- a good set of HER OWN TEETH, a pair of pearl earrings, BEAUTIFUL and matching underwear, well kept nails, at least one expensive handbag( and please let the phone that comes out of this handbag be one you can hold in public), well kept hair and a pair of heels (that can double as weapons should the occassion arise), did I say a clean nose too. GENTLEMEN...........................I AM EVERY WOMAN!!!!



DEAR BOSS, how do I break this to you? I do not get comfortable in varied settings.............the settings adopt to me. Ask the floods..........they only came so far. As soon as they saw my home, they stopped (please see my surname above!)





WHAT WILL I BE BRINGING ON BOARD?

This temple of course. Oh sorry I did say I wasn't sending any pichas but I will illustrate like so...............you see Beyonce, then you see Shakira.........let me let you into a little secret (JUST BECAUSE IT'S YOU!)- they were "photocopied" from me.

What differentiates me from the rest of the competition- do I really have to answer this.



Right, I know absolutely NOTHING about this job ( and you would think that would be a bad thing- wouldn't you?).It's not. I am like clay in the potters hands- yaani you mould according to your requirements. I am flexible like that!!!!!!!!!!



This job requires alot of travelling right, well there is hardly any mileage on this temple.Imagine you were buying a new car. And then as if that was not enough- I got a few languages in east and southern africa covered.





And now I hear you ask me, why should I be chosen?And I say, "IT IS NOT WHAT EXCESS CAN DO FOR ME BUT WHAT I CAN DO FOR EXCESS!"

MY REFERENCES;

1. SAINT PETER- yes, the one who holds that book at the pearly gates. Yaani that my name is in there must speak volumes. I AM FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE.
2. EGM- oohhh bet you didn't see that one coming. Yaani nisipo pata hii kazi, kazi kwaku. And you thought you were going to play a silent role in this.EGM lie if you have to (don't worry they can't read this part)- boy, don't make me hurt you!

Dear panelists before I let you go off and pick the PA ( a job that I am sure you very skilled gentlemen will find very easy) I leave each of you with a message- personalised just for you.

• SUPER- let's not forget you have a case still pending in the high court (ebu read comments on your 8 facts).I would be nice to me if I were you.

• Aegeus aka N- soft toy on it's way.

• Bomseh - do right by those Tanzanians you have lived with.You know they would pick me.

• 3N - I promise to find you some sheep - just in case you would like to re-live some childhood memories.

• Kirima - I hope you are still in "best man" mode , otherwise I will tag you hehe.

• Modo - I will plait your hair for you.

• LAST AND DEFINITELY NOT LEAST INEXCESS.........................will you really be able to live with yourself if I become the "BEST PA YOUR NEVER HAD!" Can you take that heartache? There is no cure I will tell you that for free.

ladies bring it........................she who dares wins.( don't make me hurt you girls!!!!!!!!!)You know I love you all but it's a fine line and we are walking it.

WAIT.........

Lady at work who said to me today, "oh, but I guess you must be used to experiencing things like this all the time, coming from Africa." (BTW we were talking about the floods at this point)

Lady, know this, you caught me unawares yaani, I didn't see that one coming.
And today I gave you full marks- I had to. You must be one STUPID person or VERY BRAVE to have actually thought that in your head and then proceeded to verbalise. Today you got marks for being brave. But this paper is being remarked. Kesho, we educate you. Don't forget to bring your brain and let's hope you have one. First you will have to spell AFRICA in capital letters. The FLOODS in lower case.


And sticking with work..........the one who will have his bed made for him everyday(till November) by a strange woman he has never met - yes the man who lives my life but he doesn't know it ( I was supposed to be living in hotels- I a sure a star sign somewhere must say that)., yes, the man who is JUST ABOUT TO MAKE ME HIS PA (Poleni wegine, in fact if I were you, potential applicants I would not bother applying)-ANYWAY HIM IN GABORONE (isn't that a shop for kids clothes?)

It would help if I could get to the assignment right- apparently I have to write 8 facts or is it things about how I earn my living.

• At my "before we let you out into the world" pep talk at Uni, the professor looked at us and said and I quote,"fact, each of you will be sued at least once in your working life ".He was addressing the whole class.

• I spend a good part, ha why lie, I spend most of my working day behind a mask and with gloves on.

• Most people hate "people like me" just because.- I feel victimised. I don't cause pain, it is what I found in your mouth that is the source of your pain- your don't believe me. Haiya next time you need a tooth extracted go to a chiropodist and see if the results are any different.

• Some people are SHOCKED when I write out prescriptions and referral letters coz they expect not to be able to read my writing(apparently it is a mark of the trade I am in) but ha, I write like a type -writer lakini kufanya spell check mi muvivu.

• I have to be able to react within seconds to any medical emergency and boy, that is not easy at all.Especially when the patient feels it is none of your business to know what medication he is on .

• I watch cartoons just so I can have something to talk about with my younger patients although most of them just want the stickers and balloons I give. NO I DO NOT AND WILL NOT GIVE SWEETS.

• By law if there is no nurse in the room, I can't work (no, I am not being investigated for the three types of crazy)lakini sii I told you any one of my patients can sue me, so we need a witness (patient and I) that is the nurse. So if some drop dead gorgeous dude came in to have his meno checked out and I end up ACCIDENTALLY rubbing his chest and he says "sijui I touched him inappropriately" and I say I was checking heart beat.Nurse will say................................hivyo ndivyo ilivyo.

• I have the radio/ CD on when I work and I sing along.In fact I normally tell the patients if I stop singing, that is when they should worry.Yaani, iku kitu.And yes because my name is "different"(read foreign) most of them say, we are here to see the singing.......

Kweli this enough evidence.

HAVE I MISSED SOMETHING?

You know when Noah was building the ark- the people laughed at him.Atii building an ark on dry land and then what happened- sii you read the Good book.

So what am I saying..........seeing that these floods are next door, a misely 20 mins drive away from me. I just want to know

• does anyone know of anyone who may have built a big boat (read ark) in the last few months- sema tu?
• have you seen animals going in- two by two?
• has this person accounted for all his family, have they told you they are going on a long journey and they don't know how long it will take?

First I was laughing because it is summer and the sun has eluded me, it's rain and rain. Then the rain decided that it will not only soak the ground, it will soak things above ground as well.

Rhianna song ceased to be funny like yesterday. Kwa kweli atii hii ni global warming? Where is the warmth?

Sleeping with one eye open AND in a swimming costume- looking out of the window.Yaani if you watch BBC and you see a "coloured" beauty just swimming towards dry land nii mimi making my debut appearance on BBC.

Dear God, when you said "do not boost about tomorrow"- I get you.Lakini sii the flood stop, I really can't afford to buy new carpets- these just 13 months old.

"INFORMATE" ME PLEASE

Can I ask you a question ( and you ask what that right there was- yes, a question!). If you live in England , help me- has summer been and gone? Ama we are still waiting? Hii nini rain and rain and rain. Kwani who prayed for all this rain? Am I a farmer?

Dear God, is there a possiblity that we may get summer this year? You know I am "solar powered". I love the rain..................at night when I have fikad under the duvet and before I have to get up to go to work.

And what about those "just because" tops that I bought (what is a "just because"- that small tshirt that when you wear it looks like you bought three sizes off as it leaves stomach out!), what about those toe nails I have been growing, what about that " colourless" bra strap(which is not so colourless) that I bought............................what about all the money I have been saving up to buy icecream. Now what do I do with the BBQ grill...............me, I am going to put soil in there and grow tomatoes.
What about my tan?



Who is responsible for this global warming? Ebu start writting lines- look at what you have done.

I am officially walking round the house singing, "rainy, rainy go away. this is mother's washing day.............................."

"They say be careful what you ask for or you might get it." Abba Father, I am just asing for a little rain and a little sun- just a good balance. Otherwise Rhianna was right...........................I need an uuummmbbuuu rreeellaa.......eeelllaaa, eeellllaaa, eeeelllllaaaa

Because Prettylyf said so.............

Hii sii ASBO nimepewa, nii tag. And here are the rules (sii one should be able to copy and paste these rules- lakini I must have been off sick when they taught mambo ya cut and paste).

The RULES;

1)WE HAVE TO POST THESE RULES BEFORE WE GIVE YOU THE FACTS.

2)PLAYERS START WITH 8 RANDOM FACTS/HABITS ABOUT THEMSELVES.

3)PEOPLE WHO ARE TAGGED NEED TO WRITE THEIR OWN BLOG AND THEIR 8 THINGS AND POST THESE.

4) AT THE END OF YOUR BLOG POST, YOU NEED TO CHOOSE 8 PEOPLE TO GET TAGGED AND LIST THEIR NAMES.(BE afraid, be very afraid!!!!!!!!!)

5)DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE THEM A COMMENT TELLING THEM THEY ARE TAGGED, AND TO READ YOUR BLOG

So here are my 8;

1. I love swimming, I am almost a very good swimmer ( and are tjose two facts- wee Prettylyf?), BUT I CAN NOT HAVE A BATH (sii you wait I explain)- I can not sit in a bath tub- I can have showers but can not sit in water that is just still. (hala sii the boss said, random facts..........twendele).And yes, I swim in swimming pools not rivers nakathalika.
2. I can not use a bathroom/shower after someone else has used it. Yes, I have to be the first one to use it (thank God for en suite bedrooms).I will not enter a shower which has water droplets on the walls or a wet floor.And now you are wondering what happens when I go to the gym.................................they know me there. That is why I can not change gyms and can not use them during peak time. ( and i haven't even started on the three types of crazy yet)
3. The only toilet I will sit on is the one in my bedroom (en suite) and one in my father's house- one particular one(one that I know no one else has access to)
4. I am absolutely terrified of anyone holding a gun. I cross the road if we are on the same side. And yet, I lived through the Museveni war in Uganda. We were living there at the time and going to school in the "bullets".
5. Very rarely,will what people think of me bother me. I rarely get a "what will people think of me" moment. If I want to do it I will do it. So it was not uncommon in my university days to find me in the library with a headscarf on my head (the question you want to be asking here is, where did I go to Uni where that might have been frowned upon......further north from Manchester and by head scarf, I mean the one you tie when going to bed not these one like EVE's.
6. I miss my mother terribly and often wonder if she would be proud of the woman I have become (which is really her) but I love my daddy, he is the best mother and father God could have given me when He recalled her. My biggest fear would be to lose him- that pain, been through it once, I can't go there again. Yeah, that is a great fear.
7. I do not know if I have ever been in love. I think there is a high chance, infact I know I have cared/still do care deeply,madly, sadly for you (whom my hart beats for)but how do I know it is love? Because we are still going strong after 8 years?
8. I get hypertension when I think I am going to be late for anything. I dislike being late. I check in for flights at least three hourse before- domestic or otherwise.
9. This is bonus- I have a set pattern when I wake up in the morning all through till I get to work and a set pattern when I get home till I get to bed. Upset it at your own peril.

And now I am going to tag;

• Simply Klara- simply blog now coz you are simply tagged.
• Chatterly- about those trees, sii we move on. Tagged
• Mama baby/Betty- please find time between antenatal classes to do like so- tagged
• Unyc - babe , take a breather before the next instalment- tagged
• Mocha - just 8 facts. alaafu not those from the questions you have already answered on your blog. tagged
• Inexes- 8 facts about your jet-setting life. and make sure fact number 9 is " I am going to employ 3 types of crazy"
• kip-get your crazy 8 facts down.
• kirima - sii you are back ebu those 8 facts.

Off to alarm you on your blogs.

Dear you............

Dear simply Klara- sii u simply blog.

Dear Chatterly- have you travelled to see the trees on which pineapples grow?

WHAT WOULD YOU DO.........

Who knows that song.......the words have eluded me and apparently so has sleep. It is after 1a.m. according to all my watches and clocks and I am sitting in my bed blogging. Did I ever tell you that growing up is over rated- well it is. After all that, "I wish I was a grown up then I could do whatever I wanted"- that I did as a child, now I am that grown up at at kitu 1.07 a.m. what am I doing...............BLOGGING. Of all the things I could be doing- sleeping, reading, fighting poverty single handedly, aiming for world peace,what do I choose to do? Write to you.You who I have never meant,( quite possibly), you who does not necessarily have to reply, you whose space I am purposely invading but you are letting me by meeting me 70% of my way, you who may never read this but here I am writting you .

Anyway today after work I went to see this lady who I would like to call my tailor. Lakini she is the go-between me and a tailor somewhere. This lady has a shop that sells african stuff- no, not fish, unga, mchuzi mix, ketepa no, she sells kangas, slippers (the REAL ones not these ones which look like shoes made of cloth), those sponges which you use to scrub your skin and they could quite easily peel your skin in the process (you know the ones, hard as anything, when they are new.they are rolled up and sometimes you have to cut it to make it flat.- you don't know it. Okay body shop now does a "developed" version).Anyway this lady sells stuff like that.
Anyway while I am in this lady's shop, another woman "of colour" came in and boy, you have never heard two women shout at each other like these two did. I wasn't sure what to do with myself- run out of the shop or try to stop them.
I can't tell you what started off the shouting- I think there had been an episode one and then they paused. Now I came in just after the "to be continued" sign had gone up.All I know is this lady was talking to me one minute and the next she excused herself an headed for the other lady now walking in through the door. SHOUTING JUST, matusi to be exact. And while all this is going on, I am thinking "oh be the civilised one, try to calm them down" waapi, I was like, "kwani what kind of shop is this, it only has one exit and they are standing at it.should a fight break out where will I run?"

Anyway the ladies, no, the market women finished shouting, with one promising to bring back the money the other paid and the other assuring her that it's women like her that give black people a bad name. Guess what they wee fighting over..........................no, infact just kneel down and thank God first that I didn't dial 999 for the police while the shouting match was going on.

Braids...........................YOU HEARD ME-the woman who I went to see had gone to get her hair braided by the other one (keep up) and apparently the braids had started falling out over night and by day three, the braided one was bila half her braids on her head.............. and therein peace ceased to be between the two.

p.s. kwani hii spell check niya wapi..............it's pulling me up on the word "writting" and how is it spelt then? I think this spell check ni kama my "engrish" teacher in primo.

Two posts-one night. Sii I go and sleep.WHEN I GROW UP...................I WANT TO SLEEP.

Because I care.............

Because I am a girl and girls are made of all things sugar and spice (or something to that effect) and boys are apparently made of frogs legs. One can already tell a woman, wrote that nursery "lime"!!!!

And because I care, I have decided after vising blogoshere tonight....... si we do a harambee for the dearly departed. Professional mourners are on the ready yaani as soon as police finish with investigations "surrounding" the death of none other than Kirima (now didn't I tell you wacha mambo yaa "hiatus", now unyc has "hurt you ass"- you dead. On Q the mourners shall throw slippers onto their heads and we shall start crying in style. Lakini for those who are still alive and kicking (that includes you mama mtoto a.k.a betty), just to let you know that a harambee is being organised........................

Now if you are alive but are not kicking- we would like to send out a search party for you.You who was last seen on "sweet tunes".Nawewe pia nilikwabia mambo ya hiatus acha lakini.......sasa mambo baddo. Apparently you were last seen wapi? Now harambee for Kirima lakini "missing persons report" for egm.


Unyc sii you just take your time writting part five. This time I want to learn more about this patience. My shrink said atii I must "undress" my fears - hajasuma part four.


Jamani, don't forget hella ya harambee..................alaafu kuna na baby on the way, the mother is a teacher wo has failed to allocate marks fairly, so now I think she is busy rigging.Kwanza let me go visit that blog see what answers Kirima put down, na nikute you have given him 100% tutajua tu, it's coz he is baby-daddy.

UNYC

Which Thursday mami?


Which Thursday?

Shall it be this one?

Shall it be today?

Patience has paid, Getrude has pain, Naomi has paid, Theresa has paid.........................we have all been paid by Patience. Sii you said Patience paid. TRUST ME THE CHILE HAS PAID------shiilings, pounds, euros, dollars yote all paid.


Coming up in part four.................................................over to you Unyc.

DO YOU THINK WE HURT PEOPLE DELIBERATELY?

Something very strange happened to me today. A friend of mine, infact a very good friend of mine called my house today but I wasn't home and I am not sure he realised that the ring had switched to answer phone mode- anyway sii he is busy talking about me with someone else and their conversation is being recorded!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it is about me.

Anyway this friend then calls me on my mobile (seeing I was not home) and of course bacoz I don't know about what is on the landline at home- sii I am tlking normally with this guy. Got off the phone- thought nothing of the conversation. Convo between two adults- at least that is what I thought. I get home listen to voice mail on landline- yaani, I listened kitu four times. First it was out of shock, then I was like " am I hearing right?", thirdly I was like "seriously!!!!!!!!", and then I was like "kwakweli this is ABOUT me".

Not to all and sundry- sii you make sure your phone is switched off before you embark on another conversation about the subject you have just called ama?

Anyway, what was said was uncomfortable to hear which leads me on to today's topic;

Do we know when we are hurting someone?

Do we hurt people on purpose? I know there is speaking the truth is love and sometimes it hurts, what am I talking about, most times it hurts lakini sometimes is it NOT done in love?

"They", I am back with my "they", but anyway "they" say, you hurt the people you really care about. Is that because we know they will always be there ama? And will they always be there.

And the purpose of hurting people is ....................................to feel better about ourselves or to beat them into shape or to show them the straight and narrow?

And I hear you ask, what happened to the friend and his unintentionally left "lovely" message....................................I think I may just unintentionally leave him a message as well by mistake.Lakini why waste both our times........................these boots were made for walking...................nipishe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

STUPIDITY WITH AN "S"

Woman calls man's wife and says, "madam ur husband is cheating on us"

NO, NO , NO, NO,NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

People what are you doing to me?

How can you do this to me?

What is with the number of people in the blogosphere going on sijui holiday/break...............................


You can't be doing things like this without warning. So what am I supposed to do when I get back home?

Okay, now to those whose holidays I will not be permitting, basically if you are reading this- your holiday application has been denied,denied, denied.So you can appeal lakini lets not waste each other's time. Now let me go visiting blogs na nikute, you are on holiday mutaniona!!!!

NO MORE HOLIDAYS.....................WE ARE CURRENTLY UNDER-STAFFED. WE NEED ALL HANDS ON BOARD (Literally~)

FOR YOU

One day I may meet someone who will love me more than you love me..........that I am not worried about. What I am worried about is........................I may never meet someone who I will love as much as I love you.

OUT

Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks. What is in your heart?