Busy

Morning yee good people!! I figure you're doing pretty ok, at least if you're not in Haiti- which is why you should donate to those who are there. It's been a busy week since my last post: running to class, copying notes, darting from lessons, to the dentist, back again... Simply put, I'm glad its Saturday.

Anyway, Kenyan Matatus went on strike early last week. For the benefit f Fink's new friends and others bloggers who live in places with fanciful names like Connecticut and Morristown (can you believe a friend o mine thought Motown is an actual Town?) Matatus are public transport vehicles preffered by Africans for short travells for which the said Africans pay ridiculosly high prices. Most are unbearably ugly, indeed Prof. J. S. Jichape in his book "Driving on the left side of the road" describes Matatus as looking like "a cross between a morbidly sick lorry and an overgrown van". More from patriotic adoration, than lack of option, these contraptions are the preferred mode of transport for most Kenyans. Thus when they decided to call it quits A LOT of dates and booty calls were canceled. I mean A LOT. People were FURIOUS.. Nothing puts a cap on it like a nation-wide cockblock. Anyway, the Ma3, try to keep up you slob, were protesting police harrasement- apparenly the boy's in blue had had to many free rides and they didn't call after! How crude! No, seriously, the police were rather strict on the Matatus and overly assertive.
Ironically, less than a week after the Matatus were complaining about the police being over-zealos most Nairobians were wishing they'd stop being such wooses. Trouble started when some Muslim youths took to the streets wielding stones- as only Kenyans can- their beef> The government had detained some cleric suspected of being a talent scout for the Al Qaeda. Anyways, the guys (who'd supposedly turned up to audition) weren't particularly pleased that their rehearsals may have been in vain and decided to make their anger felt by stoning hapless businesses, cars and generally all things percived to be of Western Origin. The Riot Police stood by and watched for a bit to long and the thing got out of hand, so that by the time they tried doing something half the city was under debris. Try they did, but I swear these Muslim niggers had some training of sorts (maybe Al Shabaab), the bastards could walk right through tear gas like it was mere fart gas! Seeing these tear-gas resistant maruaders, most cops fled in groups like their collective asses were on fire and the few who remained were given a token beating (one cop died in the violence).. Anyway, some brave Nairobians (wanao ng'oa reli) quickly organized themselves into a gang and armed with a few stones and overwhelming knowledge on Missile projectiles dispassed the ealier group in record time. Narobi, you're welcome.

Back on campus, fresh-women (some men too, but who cares) joined this week. That, for those who bothered to go to college, is AWESOME news, it means dudes who had tough luck in the past finally have a chance of getting IT; the excitement was (literally) palpable... malleable.. ductile.. you get the point. This seemed to be further evidenced when this pretty young thing (PYT) skipped up to me and from her pouty lips a half-sing-song voice emerged: calling my name.. She went on to say how she remembered me from my high school choir. Aha, I even started a music school. Where? Right now its in my bedroom but we're getting a bigger place soon. Auditions are right after class. Yessir!