THINKING INSIDE THE BOX
As long you will be thinking, why not think BIG anyway, said a wise entrepreneur.
Have you ever attended a lecture where you are a backbencher, the lecturer is manufacturing, swallowing and then closing for (kufungia) words? If no, I wanna drop an application to your school, if yes, that makes the two of us as that was my situation today morning. I don’t blame such lecturers much because my history of losing in blame game is real; besides, front seats are ours for the taking. For people like us who are frequently absent-minded, we must obey the commandment: front seats are for the present minded. Given my situation, writing notes was out of the options as straining my ears was the worst idea: let me spare this for Jesus’ coming as I wait to hear my name in the book of life.
The best idea came along and happiness was all over. I decided to check on some last night chats; I had been very high on life a thing that was well reflected in my chats. Here is what I found, conversation between me and hater (that’s what I’ve saved him).
Hater: Sasa Hottie
Me: Po asana coldie.
Hater: I am cold hearted? Anywaiz, habari ya kupotea?
Me: Sijawatch news siku mingi, nitajulia habari wapi?
Hater: Sikujua wewe mi fala.
Me: Bado umenoa, hujajua kwa sababu I.D. yangu inasoma Wairimu Mumbi Karugu.
Hater: Kwani leo tuko date gani? Unanyesha?
Me: Haha…date? Kama lunch ni `inbox’ na venue ni simu, tuko date. About kunyesha….sitaki nicknames, mimi si mvua.
Hater: Wewe una shida, your replies are pathetic…like those of a one year old. By tha, Uko class?
Me: Shida? Tema hiyo mate. I think niko middle class lakini nikipata Nissan note nitakuwa promoted to the wealthy class.
Hater: Sasa wewe kwenu ni wapi?
Me: Mbinguni brathe, mwimbaji alisema duniani ni kupitia tu.
Hater: You need divine intervention
Me: No wonder Pope is come to Kenya FYI
Hater: I rest my case.
Me: Wooi…it died? My condolences….I write eulogies BTW at a fee.
I don’t know what you are thinking right now and it’s okay, let me know in the comment box.
Normally, my pal would bring up the cliché `bhangi si glucose’ but I was high on life…who said a man can only be high on weed?
MISSION POSSIBLE 4 IS ON THE WAY….
