Naivety is

…thinking that your blog is your space
…thinking that you own your space
…thinking that this is one space no one can invade
…thinking that noone, and I repeat, noone will know who you are!


Reality is…..
…receiving several comments on blogs that are uncommentworthy (a pal’s word – methinks they just jealous!!)
…receiving reminders that you need to update your blog (what is updating a blog – typing a new entry or refreshing i.e. reblogging a refreshed version of an old blog e.g. with new terminology such as dad becomes buda (now you know how old I really am….woi, I digress))
…getting email messages threatening (no longer reminding) you to update your blog
…realizing that everyone you know now knows your blog.


Talk about nipping the weed before the seed germinates! Sigh! Now all those tales will remain hidden – yes, you. You know yourself. I am not, will not reveal anything! Uh uh! Nimekataa sasa. You characters have shtuad me back into my shell or tank as someone so “nicely” put it. Ati I am built like a tank…was that a figure of speech ama a comment on my physical attributes or lack thereof…mhmmm…..

Now, with that set aside, I had a lovely holiday. And I have aching neck muscles to prove it. This was the weekend where this character went arocking and what arocking it was. Exercised some long neglected neck muscles. Methinks dance music is under-played in Kenya. We get the same old hip hop, local and dancehall music everywhere you go. I aint complaining, I love dancing no matter what. Lakini when you put something rare like techno, chill and real dance music I go ballistic. So Pavement rocked.

After midnight that is. The jury’s still out on the “live” band pre-midnight. We are not sure whether they were live ama we have professional lip synchers on prowl. I wasn’t too sure myself. At one point they appeared to be doing the real thing then the next they had no life in them – yaani it just looked “not right”, if you know what I mean. Anyway, the jury is still out on that one.

Now, the comments to my last post all got me so thinking. What if that story had several endings…so here’s what I have thought up for the past week whenever I had a sudden urge to chew my bosses’ heads….. slowly ….. one after the other….like chicken bones….tsk. I am so glad tomorrow’s a one day “week”.

So, back to that story.

If we were 12 years old, this is how it would end:

Her Version:
The girl said, “NO”.

And her true prince came up on a bright white horse – no, a (what are those horse thingis that have a horn? Unicorn? That one) and with one swing of his great sharp glinting sword lopped off the guy’s head revealing his true identity. He was not a real man because out of his neck came a huge ogre who on realizing that he had been defeated, shuffled about, sniffled and said,

“Sire! My lady! I beg thy forgiveness. Twasn’t my intention to antagonize thee...”

And the Prince, though proud and uncompromising but wise, asked for his lady’s advise and she said,
“Kill him!!!” – ok, no. That’s what I would say. She said, “I hope thou hast learnt thy lesson dear ogre. To set thou free a promise thou willst have to maketh.”

To which the ogre simpered, “Anything my lady. Anything!”

“Promise that thou shallst for the remainder of your existence spend your life doing good.”

To which the ogre responded, “I promise!” and he immediately turned into a wide open meadow filled with flowers and beauterflies and the Prince and his Lady lived in the meadow happily ever after.

The End

His Version
The girl said, “NO”.

And he got into his brand new ferrrari – like the one Schumacher drove at his last F1 and he drove straight into her and crashed her and her Barbie doll and her doll house and left her crying. And he went on living happily thereafter driving hard and crashing into everything and everyone except Superman, Spiderman, Green Lantern, Batman, Transformers……

The End



If we were 22 years old:
Her Version:

The girl said, “NO”.

After all it was only the 12th time he was asking her and she had that cute rudge player who she knew; she just knew that one day he would ask her out. I mean, even though he had a girlfriend now, those can easily be done away with. After all they are not married now, are they? And she knew. She just knew he felt the same way he did about her like she did about him. After all, how is it that he used to be at the same parties she went to – he must be stalking her. He’s just shy.

And you know what? He did, the very next day. He saw her at the Safari 7s and realized that she was the love of his life. His proposal was very romantic and unique – like Hugh Grant in Four Weddings and a Funeral or …or…or…in Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. And they had this huge wedding with the President invited and aired on telly and all – after all, his uncle is related to the Presidents son-in-law’s househelp! And they lived happily ever after – him making the money and her spending it.

As for the poor slob who dared ask for her hand in marriage, he was the designated driver at their wedding.

His Version:
The girl said, “NO”.

And the guy thought, “Oh well. At least now my having cheated on you with your more interesting best friend can never be an issue.” And he went on to become popular and a super stud and all the Ms Worlds, Ms Kenya, Ms Universe, Ms Malaika, Ms Tourism, Ms Nairobi and even Ms Blog knew him and all bouncers at the best clubs let him in without a hustle. And all cabdrivers in Nai knew him by name (and more importantly knew the directions to his digz for those nights when speech failed him). He started his own company by 30 years old and was such a success that he hobnobbed with the cream of society and when it came to settling down, he did it for all the right reasons – business - and settled for Ms. Gates.

They had two kids, he owned half of Microsoft Extreme (still in production) and they lived happily ever after on the island that good old Bill had created just for them.

As for that girl, well….word has it that she’s a regular at a certain street in Nai, in particular from 9pmish. Truly. His best friend told him that a friend of a friend of a friend spotted here there. Several times. And she has now bleached her face. And wears a pink wig. But it’s her alright. It’s her. This friend of a friend of a friend of his best friend can swear by it.

The End

I am now enjoying this. Mhmmm…think I’ll do continuation at 32 and 42. Now, to what I really meant to do today i.e. switch to blogger beta.

Night night!