September 2006


Ok mimi iko na swali. (yes I know it’s mimi nina swali…I think I got an A- in Swa but do I say?) We all know how complex relationships (or CFAs) can be. These are just a few of the situations that we find ourselves in and I’d like to know what y’all would do if faced with such.

Some might seem rather obvious coz of the unspoken codes, rules and levels of loyalty and expectation that exist between guys and chics respectively. E.g. I’d like to believe that guys will always cover each others asses whereas chics will always look out for their girlfriends. I hope I’m making some sense?

For the purposes of these questions, let’s define a few words first.

a) Your boy/girl: your very tight pal, the one you’d take a bullet for any day.
b) Your pal: just a guy/chic that you happen to know.

For the dudes:

1. Would you hook up with your boy’s/pal’s ex? Does it make any difference if your boy/pal has already moved on with someone else, or if this is happening a long time after they broke up? Would you be pissed off if your boy/pal hooked up with your ex, and why?

2. Your boy’s chic is dogging on him, both she and the other dude know that you know. Would you sell them out? If so, how would you go about it? Straight up or under pundez? If somehow he finds out about it and that you knew, what next?

3. Your pal is dogging on his chic on the regular, and she happens to be a very close friend of yours. Would you sell him out? If so, how?

For the ladies:

1. Would you hook up with your girl’s ex? Same as Q1 for the guys above.

2. If you meet a guy and you realise right from the word go that he’s feeling you, but he doesn’t act on it, does that eventually influence how you will feel about him when he gets the guts to step up to you?

2. Your pal is dogging on her man on the regular, and he happens to be a very good friend of yours. Would you sell her out? And if so, how would you go about it?

For everyone:

If your partner was dogging on you and your boy/girl knew about it but didn’t say a word to you for the entire duration that this was going down, how would you react?

This should be interesting!

A.O.B

Archer got a job last Thursday at a fancy restaurant, I’ve never done an honest day’s work in my life so this should be interesting for me. I’ll do a whole post on that later. I don’t really need the job but the pay is good and I’ve realized that iPods and Playstation 3s don’t grow on trees! (check out those rhyming skillz!)

I never thought I’d write about this incident in my blog but who cares!

A couple of years ago I had a major crush on a chic in my class. She was one gorgeous thang, absolutely stunning, flawless from head to toe. The only problem is that she never did smile. Ever. She oozed coldness every single day of the week. But the one day that she did smile, to me it was as if the sun had come out on a cloudy winter’s day and warmed me to the bone. I know that sounds lame but that’s exactly how I felt at the time. She never spoke to anyone either. She had a very intimidating “sura ya kazi” expression on her face 24/7. She sat by herself during lectures and cut the image of a very focused chic.

A pal of mine knew her and obviously I asked him for the d-low on her. The guy turned to me and said

that woman? Forget! She’s the coldest, rudest and most arrogant bitch you will ever meet in your life!

But I was up for a challenge, coz at the time I was part of this clique that always put me down for one reason or the other, so I had to do something to prove myself, and I thought that I’d score some points by winning the heart of this emotionless chic who every guy in the clique secretly wished.

Encouraged by a pal of mine (who actually put the silly idea in my mind in the first place-let’s call him TM) I decided to follow her around campus and know her kawaida routine with a view to arranging for one or three coincidental meetings. In case you’re thinking to yourself “er…please define stalking” Yes I admit! I stalked her! But I prefer to call it “strategical surveillance.” The idea wasn’t particularly bright coz right now I can’t help laughing at myself for the shit I did. We called it “Operation SMP”, SMP being an acronym for Sexy Ms. Pedestal. That name came from the fact that TM thought that I’d placed her on a pedestal so high that I’d have licked the soles of her feet had she asked me to. Well it was somewhat true, I adored her almost to the point of obsession.

Anyway I got to know what she does and where she goes in between lectures. Her routine on Wednesdays was as follows:

0830hrs: attend statistics tutorial session
0930hrs: emerge from venue, walk to cafeteria
0935hrs: purchase chelsea bun and coffee
0950hrs: walk to computer lab to do whatever it is that people do on the internet
1035hrs: leave computer lab and walk to venue of next lecture.

So the next Wednesday, after having a good shave and pulling out one of those Saturday night special shirts (the shirt was orange, but it was South Pole and it cost me a fortune!) and splashing on some aftershave and cologne, I proceeded to lay an ambush on SMP with TM watching from close by. I picked a bench that lay along SMP’s usual route from the cafeteria to the computer labs.

I checked my watch, 0938hrs. Any time now. Ok here she comes. Oh shit, what am I going to say? My mind went totally blank as the gap between us closed with every successive step that she took. Something told me to ask her the time. There have been dumber ways to strike up a conversation but I guess this will do. But I already have a watch! So I hurriedly took it off and shoved it into my pocket. Haiya, here goes nothing.

Archer: Er… excuse me?
SMP: (Turns slowly in my direction in a scene reminiscent of a cartoon episode where you accidentally woke up Brutus the neighbour’s Doberman) WHAT??!
Archer:
I was wondering if….
SMP: If WHAAAAAT?!
Archer:
If you could…
SMP: If I could WHAAAAAAAAAAT??!
Archer:
Er…
SMP: I don’t have all day! What do you want?
Archer: (thinking to myself “waaa! huku kumeumana!) I think you’re probably having a bad day. I didn’t mean to disturb you.
SMP: Well you did!!

And with that she clicked loudly and walked on.

Now picture the sight of this guy reduced to the size of a little pebble on the side of the dusty path with TM laughing his head off! Actually he’s never stopped making fun of me over that incident two years down the line.

Fast forward to May 2006. It’s a Friday night, I’m at a café having a few beers with some friends. Guess who walks in with her pals and occupies the table right next to ours. It’s SMP! Well I hadn’t seen her in quite a while. Almost a year actually. And things have changed. She’s fat! Gone are the curvy hips that would glue many a guy’s eyes with every swing and sway. Now they’ve been replaced with Michelins so thick you’d think she stuck floaters to herself. To make matters worse she had an un-coordinated outfit with so many colours that would make Mueni frown in envy. On the plus side, she was still very pretty with the make up perfectly bringing out every element of her beauty.

Coincidentally I was with TM that night and when he spotted her, he instantly burst into laughter and despite my pleas for him to shut up, he proceeded to tell the story of my failed attempt to woo SMP two years ago, much to my embarrassment. Thanks man, you’re a true pal.

Back to SMP, she pulled out a cigarette from her handbag and searched around for a lighter. There was none at her table, so she went over to the counter to ask the barman for one. TM throws me a lighter and goes like “si you go redeem yourself?” I figured that I had nothing more to lose since my ego had been dented severely so I might as well take up the challenge.

I walked over to SMP and offered to light up her cigarette. She lit up and took a deep puff. She says

“I remember your face. I think we’ve met somewhere before?”

to which I replied

“Our paths may have crossed at some time.”

She was craving for a slice of black forest so I took that as a cue to make myself comfy on the stool next to hers, and I offered to buy her the cake. It’s not hard to see where the 20 kilos came from!

We had a very long chat over a couple of flaming lamborghinis and a few shots of tequila and we found ourselves flirting, arms gently caressing each other, to the point where SMP confessed that she hadn’t had some in a while, and seeing that the night was coming to an end, she suggested that we should at least kill it on a high note! A proposition to which I agreed very fast. She asked me if my place was cool since her room-mate was asleep and I agreed. So we finished off our drinks and left the café together under looks of jealousy and approval from TM and company.

We took a cab back to my apartment and things quickly got really heavy. We made out furiously and with an urgency second to none. Just at the point where she was begging for it, I thought to myself

“Aww come on man, you’re such a loser! Is a shag that you’ve wished for over two years really worth it? I think not!”

So I got out of bed and told her

“I don’t think I’m up for this right now. I’m just not feeling you at all. Please get your stuff and leave. Now!”

The expression on her face was priceless! I bet she was thinking

“WHAAAAAAAT?!!”

Have that! A taste of your own medicine! Now that you’ve become fat and undesirable is when you know how to be nice to people?

That night I slept feeling quite content with myself for redeeming my pride although another part of my anatomy would gladly have smacked me senseless if it could! Sorry son, I know you don’t discriminate but I’ve never let you down in the past, have I?

I just got this in my e-mail and I couldn’t resist the temptation to share it! Enjoy!

It’s Friday night and four ladies: Akinyi, Sanaipei, Mwikali and Wambui go for a Ladies Night out.

Mwikali wanted to impress the rest of the girls so she pulled out a 100 bob note. When the male dancer came over to them, Mwikali licked the note and stuck it to his butt cheek!

Not to be outdone, Sanaipei pulled out a 200 note. She called the guy back, licked the note, and stuck it to his other butt cheek.

In another attempt to impress the rest of the girls, Akinyi pulled out a 500 bob note, called the guy over and licked the note.

Wambui was worried about the way things are going, but fortunately, Akinyi just stuck it to one of his butt cheeks.

Wambui’s relief was short-lived. Seeing the way things were going, the guy gyrated over to her.

Now everyone’s attention was focused on Wambui, as the guy was egging
her on to try to top the 500 bob. Wambui’s brain was churning as she reached for her wallet……

What could she do????

The Kikuyu in her took over!

She got out her Barclays Bank Visa ATM card, swiped it down the crack of his butt, grabbed the eight hundred bob, and went home!!