Friday, December 24, 2010

Merry Christmas

It's been a while and am now on holiday and just stopped to use this mall's wifi network to wish y'all a merry christmas and season's greetings to all of you as we all celebrate this season. Though my discovery phase has made leaps and bounds am still elated that such a mainstream singer as Katy Perry advocates for acceptance of gays in her new touching video of Fireworks. Though some vitriol is included in the comments on the video, after skimming through the comments, most people seemed to think homophobia belongs to unevolved (is there such a word?) species, enjoy, it almost made me cry. :'-)  FOLLOW THIS LINK.

Merry Christmas!!

Saturday, December 11, 2010

so so

I have been and might still be away for a while as I compile my random life events for later posting. I did miss blogosphere and talking about myself.

The workload I am having at my university is almost suicidal since god knows who told them the end of the world was here (no, it ain;t 2012. yet.). So I guess that's as far as one tired guy like me can stretch a greeting, LOL!

see you soon, back undercover I go (u know am talking about books though, right?)

Sunday, September 26, 2010


Boy am I lucky am not under 18!

Since my little incident of which am greatly and immensely sorry about to all involved, am not grounded since 19 year olds don't get grounded but the heat is on and I pleaded on both knees to be allowed to stay with access to all amenities except any car which of course was out of the question all together. After being granted my wishes albeit with strings attached, the neck brace didn't aide my attempt to get back on my feet at all.

Anyway the folks are off to church though mummy's still in shock and am having a lot of time on my hands. This comes in handy to help me catch up on my internet time and am gonna blog about anything from trees to four-leaf clovers till me-time is over.

Though the time on my hands isn't a lot of help since I can't help but think of all the other ways things would've gone awry.

Saturday, September 25, 2010


Well... After this post, to say we painted the town pink would be a gross understatement. Plus of course to celebrate GNM's sixth we took no prisoners and boy must I say Kenyan guys (gay, just so we're on the same page) can rock a party like no one's bizness.

Leaving home at five and rocking up at some random party in Westlands with a new found posse was the bestest idea ever like in God knows how long! As usual firewater was free and flowing to the contentment of all. Then came the dancing and boy o boy did the boys get their groove on! Damn! I wish that would be relived (I doubt it will). since I was tired of being a goody-two shoes I just let loose n I must admit it was the touchstone of this year. I really enjoyed myself and just to get things clear; I am an advocate for safe sex !

After rocking the party time to leave came and we set off but just as rowdy as possible. Am talking howling passengers and drinks all over the car upholstery (daddy ain't gonna be amused!) so were speeding in the wee hours of the morning through Mandera road and just as we take a turn on Othaya road I see this amorphous big blue mammoth of a truck barreling towards the corner without any lights on it save for the reflectors on the truck that the car we were driving illuminated and as silly me navigates the corner, the truck simply tore of the whole half back right side of the sedan. The noise made was super sonic so much so that i never heard the airbags deploy so obviously am hit smack on the face and that momentary impact almost literally took my breath away. These were all blurred as i came to realize i wasn't alone in the vehicle. I saw jack who was seated on the right side of the car on the left side and in a manner that betrayed his utter state of shock.

By this time intoxication was not in the equation, Steven on the other hand who was in the passenger seat had passed out. As i tried to push the driver's door open with a gargantuan migraine throbbing in my head I saw the figure of a man running toward the nearby hedge, totally disregarding him I moved toward the left side to let Steven and Jack out all I recollect up till now is seeing a bright white flash of light and then nothing.

Waking up in Nairobi Hospital with a bandaged lip and a neck brace with the family staring at this soon to be dead lad made me wish the flash had gone on to become the famous white light that welcomes the departed. What ensued were police statements after discharge and accusations and counter accusations and promises of a follow up though the fact that my neck stung like a matha***** was not of any importance. Luckily Jack and Steven were both better off than I and weren't harmed thanks to airbags and God.  Now that the day is over am really seeing the lack of thought and disregard for life of myself and my friends. To Jack and Steven: My sincerest apologies to u and family.

As u would guess the pictures of the car wreck confirmed my fears of the car being written-off with the rear axle completely torn apart. Dad's still acting nice but i know it is the lull before the storm that belies the terror and unspoken suffering to ensue, to which I welcome with open arms since I am stupid for driving under influence. So here I come public transport with a cold heart. (hope we have a long friendship).

Am still sorry...

Thursday, September 23, 2010


Not to preempt myself but it's gonna be Friday in a few hours. And when it's Friday you know we gotta party n paint the town pink. So in the spirit of our trail of destruction, here's to all u hotties  !!here is Taio Cruz 4 ya!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

pick ups

Well, am not one to be picky but we are quite a funny lot. I was recently aimlessly going through the web and stumbled upon a site where it would be safe to say a lot of Kenyan gay men like to interact through. That was not what caught my eye.

As i roved further down the message boards I got a funny title of where guys pick up other guys and I being the curious one peeped in to see what guys had noted down. Apart from the normal places and pubs guys pick each other up the city council toilets and Uhuru park popped up quite a lot. This was what had me baffled: How on God's green earth do u pick up a guy in a council restroom of which I have seen some (read most) to be quite unsightly what with the wanting levels of hygiene. Some even alleged to have gone at it in the toilet stalls to which I felt a hint of disgust. like seriously, a toilet stall!!!! come on!!!! Anyway this was the least of my surprise. The Uhuru park cruisers caught me by surprise too and more so for the mere fact that they pick each other up and go at it like rabbits in the bushes. Mind you this is someone you just met a few minutes ago. Hot-blooded or not that is downright cheap and reckless, aside from indecent exposure and risk of contracting STD's. Dudes get serious!! This is a recreational park for all people to relax not an opportunity to sneak a peek at a blue movie!! Euch!!

I won't play self-righteous or nothing here but I sorta find those places a bit of a stretch. What happened to class???

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

sharing rotten fruits

   I was previously in church this Sunday. As is predictable am not an ardent church-goer ever since ou pastor got it into his head that the bible has damned all sort of 'defiant' people gays and all included...I digress. Anyway, our pastor is sort of old-fashioned (not in a good way) to a fault. They had attended a seminar in Italy (church sponsored of course) and he had just come back a few days earlier.

And so my despair set in, he came back with a put-on Italian accent that tended to wear off when he spoke more than two words. So he was describing for us his trip to the olive country. He proceeded to narrate how he was assigned two roommates of whom one was gay and the other was a goth and they had all gone there for a spiritual retreat.

As you can guess, this did not go down well with lil' mister old-fashioned. He unashamedly narrated how he had to go complain to the seminary administration for mixing him with the wretched of the earth and for exposing him to 'communicable sin' (whatever that meant). As fate would have it, the administration simply rebuffed his attempts at being prejudiced against his roommates. He was instead told that if he felt too offended he could himself leave the seminary to which he obviously declined. So as a coping strategy, he preferred to get into the room at odd hours when all others had long been asleep. For the simple fact that the goth might attempt to suck his blood and the gay man might jump him and force him to do the monkey dance. At this point some people in the congregation seemed to find this funny for some reason unknown to the preacher. He went on to condemn his roommates to eternal fire and brimstone and the works. He ranted on and on as I wondered when the 'sharing' would end. He was basically fueling hate against LGBT, GOTHS and the western governments for allowing such 'devils' (his own words) to send us all to eternal damnation.

When the sermon was over a sort of discussion started at one of the church's exit (mind you this was a youth service). And interestingly enough, it was on social acceptance and I got drawn into it. The argument was on the premise of the preacher's experience with some saying that it was time for people to stop sticking their heads in the sand and wake up to the reality that there are such people among us and that they are no less human and I couldn't help but echo these sentiments. The preacher himself finally came in and after 30 minutes of deliberations, accusations and all the pastor and his supporters gave in since they couldn't prove their facts. I couldn't help but be amused at the preacher's tired attempt to smear peoples characters based on preferences. I was happy that in a small way all the publicity wasn't wasted in jolting the society into opening their eyes to what is around us all, and it won't go away just coz they wish it. While at the same time we (LGBT) should give time and be patient while avoiding the 'in your face' approach we are known for. It is not too far of that we shall be acknowledged.

*DISCLAIMER: This was in Karen where luckily the congregation is largely accommodating to varied ideologies. The same place where two boys kissed at the bus stop without stone-pelting and mob justice taking place. This may not always end so amicably in all places.

Thursday, August 5, 2010


I am going ahead to congratulate all Kenyans for the peaceful and orderly expression of their choice for their future. I was particularly shocked (in a good way, that is) to see all the ICT  applied by the IIEC commission to tally and coordinate their field agents and the tally center. And the officials actually knew what went on on the ground. Kudos to their dedication and giving us an easy time accessing results.

And to those nefarious NO leaders and the so-called church men, please gracefully accept that you were on the wrong side of history even though we are all winners.

After actually being awake from 5 O'clock Wednesday morning am sort of tired and I do need my beauty sleep though I couldn't do so till I gave thanks where it was due. I am anxious for the road ahead to implementation and actually living it. This is a victory for us kenyans and a great step toward addressing our minorities and the marginalized and to finally exorcise the ghost of corruption that has plagued us so. I am not gonna be awake for the next 36 hours so it's bottoms up everyone and let's get this party started!! Love ya and great weekend ahead.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010


For some unknown reason, I can't seem to sit still. I am sure it has something to do with the fact that Friday is once again beckoning and am sure to get it on then.

I think it is an exhilarating feeling having closed a big chapter of my life and heading to another bigger/smaller one (it depends). I am not a politics fanatic but with the referendum and all approaching, I can't help but get that feeling of anticipation of something that will be nothing short of glorious in the story of our great state of Kenya. It's almost like the feeling you get right before the climax and your'e almost definitely gonna scream and u wanna bite your tongue(strange analogy). That is what is happening to us  as a country. What with mzee MOI running around like a person on fire declaring to all and sundry his sad state of despair. Knowing we will get what he fought so hard to keep out of our grasp and this is our chance to stick it to the old geyser!

I am not peddling hate speech or anything, am all for peace and love to all but this is our moment and our time to emancipate ourselves as a citizenry. To separate ourselves from the age of darkness that had threatened shrink our country to Somali status and I don't think I have time for one that wants us to stay oppressed.

And for those opposed,  dawn is approaching and fast! Since they are like the mystical vampires that almost sucked us dry, They will shrivel and wither away as a new day rises resurrecting hope, faith, prosperity, love and tolerance in our country.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

strip down

I had to strip down the wallpaper (I knew y'all wouldn't mind). It was getting kinda drab there for a while.

Hope you like it. I am accommodating reforms to modify the new approach to life. Too much talking I know.

See you in a while. ;)

Friday, July 16, 2010


Better be careful what u buy out there. You never really know do you? You've got to :watch!

lest u be presumptuous

Hey guys,

I have been away (as u all know), but unfortunately the referendum campaign is getting hotter, I digress.

I won't lie to you. I have been a lazy slob and was experiencing a dry spell and no, I wasn't engaged in a secret affair that took up all my time and energy ;). Hopefully am back and better (yeah right). Missed the sphere quite a bit (what now?).

I now am incoherent since am still in a stupor (don't make assumptions)party!!. Am gonna stop right there before I make a bigger fool of myself and u for reading this. And no, Am not secretely married ;).

Monday, March 22, 2010

For the love of God 3

WE got out of the car and as I took the keys from the ignition I got the strange notion that my hands were trembling, I couldn't help but wonder if it was the fear of what had happened or what I anticipated to happen next. Whatever it was I didn't like the feeling, not one bit. My aunt ran straight to the back of the homestead as I walked toward the front door albeit in an awkward manner since my father was standing in the doorway.

I went up the steps concocting a story. It all came to naught as I stood with him on level ground and panic once again took over. He was talking, no, he seemed to be yelling or something of the sort and I started hearing him ranting about taking the car without notice and so on. When he was done ranting I explained myself and the circumstances preceding the events that had transpired and watched his face change from anger to bewilderment to shock to concern and to confusion in a matter of minutes. He didn't seem to have a problem after my explanation. I saw my mother coming towards us from the inner house and we had to do the whole narration again and she seemed the least bit bothered and announced that a snack was ready.

It wasn't a pleasant evening as some homophobe villagers came to voice their discontentment in the manner of my interference in their 'cleansing' ritual and all that bullock. The next day things seemed to be getting out of hand as villagers began taking sides and the elders asked us to leave politely before emotions ran high resulting in oversensualisation of the matter, much to the chagrin of my parents who nonetheless left with us the next day. The long drive home was silent except for the occasional expression of displeasure at the manner in which we left.

All along though my thought seemed focused on the fate of the young man. When we arrived back home the first thing I did was to call the pastor who I had met to en quire as to the fate of Charles. I was impressed and relieved to hear that he had made it into Nairobi the same evening we had left him at the church and that he was being housed for the time being in a safe-house. The alternative outcome was too horrid to consider as I went to bed later that night. I felt better knowing that some people somewhere were making a contribution to the cause no matter how small, they were still contributing. To them, my hat goes off in their honor. You are the unsung heroes in this struggle.

Friday, March 12, 2010


When he mentioned the local church I was lost for words as we made a quick turn. The smell was nauseating and I was almost panicking as he tried to awaken his friend.

We drew up the church's short driveway with my aunt getting off the car as if she was some tout. They carried him into the church as I watched in terror wondering if I had been too rush with my decision to be of assistance. I shrugged it off as I brusquely walked into the church.

The local pastor was bent over the victim dabbing him with antiseptic. He was groaning now (which was a good thing!!). The man we brought with us was now explaining that the villagers had found out that the victim was gay and they were in his own words: 'straightening him out'. His voice droned on as I drifted into thought of the repercussion of my intervention. I chided myself for my selfishness in not being able to see past my nose and the big picture of a life spared. Pastor Eric (that was his name) got on the phone and spoke in hushed tones. In ten minutes a lady dressed as a nurse appeared and attended to Charles (the victim), who was now seated upright drinking a glass of water and seemed to be lucid.

James (the Saviour) was also in a panic as to his fate. So far he had told us that Charles' jilted lover had sold him out as he had refused to continue their relationship. My young aunt seemed to be absorbing the details without regarding the graveness. Pastor Eric came over and thanked me for bringing Charles over and that This wasn't the first time such a situation had occurred, he proceeded into detail of past events of similarity as I drifted in and out wondering what next.

Cecilia the nurse gave a clean bill and I explained to the pastor that my aunt and I had to beg leave. As I went to bid this stranger fate had brought into my life, I had a feeling of despondency thinking that it could have been me on the church pew. The only thing that was different were the circumstances of our lives. I took the pastor's number with the intention of following up on the incident.

James feared to come along with us, and we left him behind. The pastor walked us to the car and bid us farewell. Strangely enough as we drove home in silence my fear abated and resolute confidence replaced it. I had made a difference in my own small way, and I had contributed though out of impulse than thought to the saving of Charles' life. I was sure nothing would make me regret my descision, nothing!

As we drove into my grandma's home the look on my father's face and his 'ready to pounce' stance changed my resolute confidence into a chilling fear...

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

For the love of God. 1

For a good part of my hiatus, i went to my cultural home to brush off the toxicity of nairobism. While I was there, many events transpired, some downright funny and others just sad.

It was a lovely Thursday morning and after having a sumptous but heavy breakfast, I was basking out in the glorious kenyan sun when my 14 year old aunt came running through the gate in excitement.

I gestured her to come to where i was. My curiousity had gotten the best of me. She animatedly explained in detail the cause of her excitement. The expression on my face grew grave by the moment.

Since my mom was indoors I hurriedly grabbed the car keys and went out with my aunt. There were some youth attacking a twenty something man. After a heated debate that never terminated, we managed to confuse the crowd and disapppeared with him in the car. Another man had joined us and the victim was bleeding onto the car's upholstery and that was the least of my concern. The man was giving us directions to a place I last expected as the gravity of the matter sunk in on us all.

The smell of fresh blood filled the car. The victim was trying to say something when he passed out...

Friday, February 19, 2010

Esther estranged!

I wouldnt really say I care much about what someone does to bungle up their lives, but Esther Arunga happens to have been dragged out into the glaring lenses of the media.

I found the report lacking in taste once again since it was pretty much a slander campaign or on the flipside a rather successful attempt at media coverage.

As regarding her family, I havent heard them say anything of the alleged estrangement. I personally have a soft spot for her personally (Blush, blush) . Guess the media is the medller it has always been, huh?

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Belated wishes.

Though belated, i would like to wish my commrades: tammie, cuppatea and haute haiku a lovely and motivating blogirthday. (and yes, it is my word)

Thanx y'all for being this race and remember that all your efforts will come to bear fruit though not necessarily in the direct manner we would all prefer but in your own ways you are all my heroes in this struggle. Much love y'all!

Thursday, February 11, 2010

He is back!!!!

Am happy (sad for some!) to announce my timely return to blogosphere. I missed some of u and for lack of more to say.... I got some catching up to do...