My Missing List

Ok, I have not gone out and lost all the things I came from Nairobi with, if that is what you think this post is about. My missing list is things I wish I had remembered to carry, or things I wish someone could import. I know if I look hard enough, I might find some but there are things like mahindi choma with pili pili that I know I have to wait for. Without further ado:

1. Farmers Choice Sausages:
There is nothing like a freshly fried sausage. I can smell it. I can taste it. I thought I was hard core and would survive but I am not a survivor! Someone send me some.

2. The Sun!
And I dont mean those rays that appear once every hour and do nothing but increase the amount of light outside. I mean warm refreshing rays. Good weather, I miss you. :-(

This list will grow.
For now, ...

Who's Smarter Now?

You be the judge!
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never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.

FOR EXAMPLE:

One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, 'I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me.'

I said, 'WHAT??!! What was that?!'

So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear...

'You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.'

She responded to my puzzled look by saying, 'Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?'

Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.

The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfit s. She couldn't decide which one to take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said, 'Lets get a pair for each outfit.'

We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis

I think I threw her for a loop when I said, 'That's fine, honey.' She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, 'I think this is all
dear, let's go to the cashier.'

I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, 'No honey, I don't feel like it.'

Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, 'WHAT?'

I then said, 'Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.'

And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, 'Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?'

Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that bitch knows I'm smarter than her.

The "Deadly" Light Railway (DLR)

If anyone had told me commuting in London would be this much drama, I would have simply chosen some far out English town to go to college to. Sadly and most unfortunately, there is also a problem with the far out towns because that would mean I would have to rely on a car, which I dont have money to buy. For now, it is me and my footstubishi.

Anyway, back to the home story! This London transport system. I was on the DLR to Bank this Friday and the journey was just precarious. It seems almost the entire line for Greenwich to Bank is suspended in the air. Imagine rush hour, travelling about 20 metres off the ground, no railings on the side to give you consolation that maybe, by some crazy chance, something will catch you before you plunge into the abyss. To add salt to injury, there was actually a part we crossed the Thames. I could not help but wonder how someone who fears crowds, enclosed spaces, water, speed and height would fare in such conditions. Thankfully, I only have a phobia for enclosed spaces which meant I enjoyed the view all the way.

So, here's to all those phobes who are scared of the above evils. Luckily, you can even close your eyes during the journey because the train speaks, really it does. Ask someone if you dont't believe me.

Come to London, get on the DLR and you'll be cured. Satisfacton guaranteed!

London Town

At some point in the recent past, it seemed like a good idea to leave the motherland and explore a whole new world. Well, that was the past.

Two weeks into London and I must say, the experience is almost living up to what I had imagined in my mind this place would be. To some extent, I wish someone had told me just how massive this place is. In my opinion, I think Greater London should just be curved off the map of London and be renamed. I swear, the number of people living here, simply amazing!!

I look back at my America experience and for some strange reason, I felt more at home there. Naperville was wonderful. I think my room mates had something to do with it. Maybe the proximity of my room to class made me take advantage of the snooze button on my phone.

Now I am here. My snooze button has been highly inactive due to the distance I have to cover to make it on time to school. 4 years of undergraduate with my 4 hour commute did not quite have the toll these 2 hours are having.

Nonetheless, as one of my classmates said, since there is nothing we can do about the current situation, complaining would be a waste of time. So, I'll continue to wallow in my thoughts and hope that somehow, somewhere and some time, this will start to feel like home.

My Love

He stretches out his hand,

And touches my heart,

In the depths of his eyes,

I see my soul.

I am his, and he is mine.

Liars & Tigers & Bears

I remember going home to the village over the school holidays. It was not so much arriving there that got me excited but the journey through the Rift Valley. As I sat nestled between my brothers, I would gaze out to window and embrace the joy that nature had to bring. My father and mother would answer our questions about Lake this and that. Our first vision was the escarpement that soon rolled into Lake Elementaita.

Lake Elementaita? Where does one begin to tell the story of seeing that lake radiate in the sunlight? Of seeing the sun's rays reflected upon the surface of the water, making a perfect sunrise and a beautiful sunset? My children will not get to see the beauty of it because with time, all that remains are the memories that with time might also fade from the memory. Elementaita opened the stage for Nakuru and Naivasha, not forgetting Mt. Longonot.

Yesterday night, I opened my eyes to the reality that sometimes lying comes as near to the truth as a zebra would graze near a lion. Kenya is a country known for many things like lakes and rivers but yesterday, I discovered a band of liars.

Lake Naivasha follows in the footsteps of Elementaita. Every visit there makes me wonder whether burying our heads in the sand is worth it all. Over the past few weeks, the mysterious death of fish raised eyebrows. After a week or two of inquiry, the verdict was passed. The plants in the bed of the lake had taken up all the oxgyen in the water leaving negligible amounts for the fish.

My creator, My redeemer, My Lord, declared creation good and charged human beings with the responsibility of taking care of that which had been formed by the power of the Word. Is it to say that he made a mistake when He made Lake Naivasha in creating an imbalance of elements? Or is it to say, we, the stewards have left this change to go to a level where we can easily be called murderers?So, pockets are lined with millions as we close our eyes to the reality that one day, Lake Naivasha will be no more. Is life worth more than money or gold and riches untold?