He had me once,he will not again!

Oh My God,I regret having met him!

There are charming guys, others are charming and intelligent.But there are those who are neither charming nor intelligent,though they seem at first look.But end up learning that they are pure misers.This is what befell me!

I met him a few weeks ago,and I must have been out of me…I gave him my number with no hesitation.A buddy saw me and came to us like”Hey,no,don’t give him your number,you do not even know him!” I judged that as his ‘jealous’ thing. I wish I had listened.

 The guy called me the following day.We met and got to know each other.That’s when I realized that he is boring to death.

He seemed cool.He proposed a drikn at a very cool place,I loved It. We went further and had dinner together. We divided the meal cost(hi hi hi).But I had no problem with that really.

The next time we went out,he (as I came to learn) likes these chic places.This time we went to a touristic place. They do not have the best services………tourists will always go there anyway! I was late,really late(the african in me,or is it just kenyan?). He made a joke that I would pay for the drinks coz I was late.I laughed,at the end of the evening, I paid.

3rd meeting,drinks,as usual in his (wierd)chic places.The prizes are too high.When we get to pay around fifteen twenty euros euros for a glass of cocktail,while we know of places where we pay half for the same,with my kind of pocket………..its just not my thing!I was getting bored and wanted to leave.I yawn when am with him, I chew gum,non stop.I get bored to death. I took out my purse and he went like”I will invite you”……….funny gestures around his pockets,then”oh!Shit,I forgot my wallet”……….of course,silly,I will pay,as usual,that’s what you want,no?I thought to myself.

He proposed to see me the next day,for a movie……..because he had spent a lot of good time with me………I was tempted to say yes.I would let him pay,get in with him then sleep all through.Or excuse myself to the ladies then simply go to my place.But it is not brilliant.An entry to the movies is only six euros…………

Monsieur is still waiting for my call(I always call him,once or twice, he has sent me an sms,asking me to call him!) So unsexy the miser!

Am not bitter,at all, just astonished by some guys’ characters.

 

Now This Teaching Profession

Ever since,I have been swearing that I will never,never be a teacher!

My mother is one,my maternal grandpa was one,its in the blood, I am afraid. But I tend to believe that some things in life, especially profession is more of a matter of choice than that of fate. So I refuse to be a teacher.

Strikes bring me to all this!

My University teachers are on strike and it sucks!Really. I had my two week vacation over Christmas, a short brake coz of exams and change of sem.In short,I have had enough of free time that I have had my time to do what I love most:sleep.

Back at home,I used to love those strikes.The school schedule was too tight for me that whenever teachers went on strike,I would sigh, of  relief.

But now surely,why why punish me?I was ready to study like never before.I got to class, as usual,five minutes late ,and I was ready to explain how public transport is just pure shit and how I would have been in class ten minutes in advance.He did not say anything,for once;my Professor! He was busy reading those manifestation posts,those notices done on the net.He let me in and did the same for those others who came in ten,twenty  and half an hour later!

I decided to dance to the music.The french are a serious people.When it means strike,it means all time and entire dedication.

I attended a General meeting. Professors act lust like high School kids, hitting tables and shouting, talking with no orginisation at all.

Oh,my dear teachers,why have you decided to strike?……………

 

A blessing?

Today I did my share in building the nation. I mean my nation. I have been working for my employer for almost one year now,phew!How time flies! I was not thinking of staying with this person for long, given that I would have several people to work with but mostly to please.

When I grow up, I would like to have no man, no woman employ me, this means at the age of retire, bcoz,when will I say ‘now that I have grown up…’?

My employer seems the best person one would wish to work for,never authoritative, never shifting blames and stress on me!So lovely. I have this feeling that this person has some hidden agenda, just to keep me for some queer reason. I even decided to inquire if she was paying me less than anyone in my position, but no, all was alright.

Am still trying to find a way to just chuck out of this job, I, just like everyone(or almost everyone) do not like my job,I am an ambitious person, who isn’t anyway?We all know that once you start saying that you do not like your job,its time to quit,only that people do not quit!WTF?

Today however, someone ,not a direct employer , but someone I have lots of respect for told me like the cutest words that I have not heard for long,or even never……..

“Thanks a lot for what you have been doing.You have been great, so lovely.  You have been God sent I do not know how we would have been without you, you have been such a blessing, thanks a lot!”

That’s what she told me,what a flatter!But I felt good,I must admit. So these people finally appreciate me, I have not put so much effort though but hey, am glad about this declaration,it keeps me going but come summer, I will not work,I will ONLY rest! (I already have this year’s bikini,so……..hip hip hurray!)

As for now,I will appreciate the fact that some people think am a blessing to them!

AOB: I think Obama is such a cute ass,who can deny this?No one,No one.Michelle too,yes she is a cute ass too. The kids are pretty ,I don’t wanna be vulgar.They are cute girls. I am drunk,I am under the affluence of incohol,but so what?

 

And 2009 is here!

Am just looking out of my window,its snowing. Its beautiful. Paris never gets its share of snow anyway. So when it snows,its something to watch and acknowledge. I feel privileged for some reason. Being out here is not the best thing. I remember all the Christmas and new year festive, family including extended around, friends and neighbours at home. Those moments I dearly miss. But at the same time I want to appreciate what I have.

Someone might think it is awkward not to like Paris. I am not disliking this city. It is beautiful and stuff. Of course. But how disgusting a place is when one celebrates such religious days like Christmas over wine, champagne and good food,with friends and friends’ friends without ever mentioning why the day is being celebrated! Giving and receiving gifts from people, even the unexpected ones. Loving every gift including  that one, one hates most.

Then we drink and talk and eat and drink …….and the circle continues. Then we realize that it is 2:30 am. Those who can leave ,do so. Those want to stay or have to ,stay over. I fell in the latter. I was not willing to take a cab. I was not sure to afford. I was with this friend I had not seen for sometime. Since we did not decide whether to go to her place or mine, we decided to stay over as the others left.

The next day I was somehow tired and lost. The usual hangovers. I wake up,jump over and wonder why am where I am. Five minutes was the time I needed to get to know the answer. I opt for a huge cup of black tea.

Do I have to spend Christmas this way year in year out? Do I have to offer gifts to people who do not really matter to me in the name of “friendship”?Even if I do not particularly appreciate them? Do I have to spend a lot of time over a meal however tired or bored I could be?Do I have to fake my smiles all evening and force myself to listen to people who do not please me,or people I sincerely do not like. Do I have to do what the Romans do just because I am in Rome?

Anyway I am not really complaining or disliking what I have now. I think its a high time I learned to appreciate Paris with its glamour and beauty. Its boring Parisians who never like anyone. Its perfect transport system.

All the pretty monuments that shine in the winter nights. The splendid streets that glitter with decorations.

Then the new year is all about a nice meal(as ussual) then going out to dance the night away.All night long,dancing  and dancing and dancing, and shouting “bonne année!”(happy new year!)

The new year is here,long live Paris!

Happy new year to all!

 

Things Happen!

Things happen,they really do.

A few days ago, Bush recieved a pair of shoes in his face,some journalists are tough,some people have balls!

A bomb was found(luckily before it exploded) in Paris today.

A friend broke up with the “man of her life”after a lone term relation, a four year thing is no joke……………………………….

Then we think that life is fair?No lets think twice!

 

Winter,My Nightmare.

“Oh,how I hate you winter!!”

Winter,this season is truly the worst thing nature offers.What should I do to evade it? Its driving me crazy,am even searching for cheap tickets, and am notgetting any! Well I have to console myself,what I cannot run away from, have to live with.If anything,it is stupid to go home for two weeks in plain winter,I will freeze to death when I come back.Let the cold just kill me slowly.Am not the kill me quick type.

It is already 7°!!

Why on earth am I single?Dear gods,why am I in this state? Could one living angel drop from the skies? To rescue me?

Why aren’t I a fish,a whale or even a frog?No, a koala.

If I were double(not single),I would cuddle the other one every night,that would generate heat,of course during summer I would not want to set my eyes on him(or her,or it)!Of course,his duty is to generate heat,no more, no less.

If I was a fish,life would be good,the cold, a few degrees lower than this,would not bother me.But I would have loved to be a koala,I would have made it through this winter………..but I am not in any of the situations.

I got a small solution,I no longer leave my windows open. “Dear bed bugs,please,if you happen to read this,or if any of your friends tell you,do not invade my flat,please.”

Ten minutes is the maximum the windows are open.Five in the morning before I leave and five in the evening.Otherwise I will die,real death.

Two days ago,it snowed,it was lovely,beautiful.That is the only thing that makes me smile during winter,I stayed indoors though,to gaze at the snow.They always insisted in school ‘As white as snow’.For twenty good years I believed it withouht questioning or asking for proof.I was told that teachers are ALWAYS right.

I now have a cogent evidence,I have seen it,touched it,played with it and of course walked on it.I have hated it too………..the cold that comes with it is unbearable.

Once again,it is here, this hard-hearted winter,I know I will make it through,and after that ,I will rejoice all spring,as I bid winter farewell and as I welcome summer,just as I did this past year.

 

Obamania.

Kenyans are a crazy lot.I know it,and I love it.

But to be sincere,there is a limit in everything we do.

Just like anyone else who had no say in the US elections,I wished Obama would win.Barack Obama.

Am glad.God and God Bless America.

Now back to Kenyans.There is a sleeping dragon in me…..almost revived…..fire is about to come out of the dragon’s gigantic mouth!…………..!!!

I want to give a shower,of fire of course, to one Kibaki and his government.

Our wound are healing and the guy is going to onether man’s house,to drool over a cake that he does not have a share ,and no one will even give him a taste.

Our Nation was one of the first  to felicitate the new elect of the States. Good,I am not contesting it. Personally,I would have done the same…………

I might be sceptic,but surely going to the extent of getting a day off,isn’t it too much? One would say am jealous that I will not profit from it………;it sounds true……!Ati a PUBLIC HOLIDAY!

We need to look at our political system before we go clinging to the Us and their achievements…!

Look at Mc. Cain……he is a man…Hope Kenya will do that soon,with no egg-throwing, panga-carrying and arrow shooting citizens,as soon as election results are announced.

Once more CONRATULATIONS OBAMA!

 

Calling him!

Well,it was time I did it.There is no way I will just brush off my feelings,my heart’s desires.

He is haunting me…………!!!!!!!!

I took my cell phone and went on to scroll his number down the repertoire.

I had nothing to lose,maybe just maybe,a little bit of dignity but that’s all.

I had a damn crush on him………people do,why not me……….he is hot………why wouldn’t I?

I have reasons why I had to.One is because what I felt and still feel for that matter, is real.Am not talking of the short time, and part time lovers,no.Mine was concrete.And am almost certain that he feels the same too.

Two,to add to that is the fact that my phone is the worst thing hat I ever owned,I cannot erase a number that I have saved.So its motto is: Once in,Never out!

I dialed,I was determined,but before I heard anything on the other end, my cellphone rang.

 

The French are Romantic

Last evening as I went home,I dropped by Mc-Donalds to buy a milk shake as usual.Normally I take strawberry flavour,but yesterday was different.Apart from the fact that I love change,a friend had convinced me that the vanilla one is way too sweet.So I opted for the vanilla flavoured milkshake.

As I went there, a man walked toward me and did not even bother to make way,not for me but for the two of us to walk normally.The pavement was not so small,but I was as the side of the wall,so I could not hug the wall just for a certain monsieur to pass.He walked straight,did not bother who or what was ahead of him.At least as far as I noticed.I skived him slightly,but he hit me and went on,I was so mad.I turned and waited for him to excuse himself as we all do,you know.But no,he did not turn back.I was pissed off.

I wanted to go home straight away but this milkshake crave,I could not get over it. So I overlooked that brual man’s  thing and moved on,as usual.Worse things happen,no?If I were in Kenya,I would ask him,practically to say sorry.To excuse himself at least!I used to.In other cases,I would shout “sura mbaya wewe”(Ugly)That would calm down the macho.But last evening,I was not in Nairobi.

I bought my thing and got into a subway.I chose to stand.I always do especially when I do not have many stops.Next to me were these two young guys,hardly twenty.Yes very young.They were talking,I did not pay attention to their conversation but they were happy.They talked gaily.

As I almost finished my milkshake,there is the foam,just at the bottom,of course, it was at the top but has been descending as I drunk with the straw.There is something I like about the foam,its just a nice sensation in the mouth.

I looked down,just where this boys were seated and ,helas!saliva.He has been spitting right there.I was clearing my milkshake,I could not,the foam…..the saliva…I just felt like trowing up.I was pissed off.

Am not sure but if I was in Kenya,I would tell someone “wacha kutema ovyo ovyo” or better still “stop spitting ,its disgusting!” Of course there are no subways in Nairobi,I imagine it would be in a bus! I would not have hesitated,but I was not in Nairobi,or any Kenyan town for that matter.

When I got off, I was on the phone in a hurry to have diner.I was hungry.I passed by a café.I was on the phone,so I was not really looking ahead of me,I was concentrated on my telephone conversation. I blame it, because I walked too close to this guy. I did not see that he was holding a cigarette.As if by coincidence, just as I walked next to him he blew a curl of soot right into my face.I was pissed off.

And yes,we all say that The French are romantic.Will someone tell me how?

The paradox of things……..!

 

Back to school.

Well, summer and its fun is gone.The whether too has changed,drastically. From 18° to 8° in the morning.

I am also doing lots and lots of registration processes.Its hectic. Bumping into new and confused faces on the corridors.One of course worse than the other.

One thing is for real,am one of those confused ones.I feel its the first time am walking up and down those stairs.Like its the first time am fixing eyes on those wall hangings and notice boards.Like its the first time an setting foot in those buildings. I feel worse than a Form one.

Eveything sucks,everyone is so boring.

Next week is when lectures begin.

I am wondering how things will be.Hope time drags so that winter will not be here so soon.At least not before I get used to the new lecturers and the  other students.None of them is wearing a smile,are they all sick?Those I used to see last year seemed warmer.Oh,am wrong,this year’s are all intellectuals.Maybe the library will always be full of students and the shelves empty,all books borrowed.

I just can’t wait,at least for next week.So far I have been laughing.One was asking me what she should chose because she did not understand whats expeced of her. I was asking which faculty I am in. Whoever made summer so long,is the one to blame.