Benzoic Stories

On finally arrive at the the hospital after forcefully maneuvering the traffic, hooting, overlapping ,driving on the wrong side of the road, flashing lights and violating all kind of traffic rules that was least of my worries. I have no clue where the emergency entrance is but I park on the biggest door that l lay my eyes at.  The nurses and crew take another decade to show up had to fish them from the inside. Our health care system is crap. Getting an ambulance is a process you have to drive your own patient to hospital or they will die at your feet. Either way one has to try and be an abulance. She is taken in am locked out and have to wait at the waiting room. There is nothing more traumatizing than having to sit there nurses passing back and forth and none is feeding you with any relevant information. As I sit there my mind goes into a wild goose chase. Remember she had disappeared for about 15minites  and also unreachable, so after another 10 minutes of waiting made ...

I look straight into her eyes , she is not the best in my pool but at least she tries (I think).she smiles and blushes away and doesnt notice am in deep thoughts. Yes she is not perfect so am I. She's neither the worst. The great book says says a man a man shall leave his parents and build his home. I have already left home, now leaving in a rental apartment alone (though she constantly crushes for days). Am yet to build a home. Is she the one I should build a home with? is she the rock, the pillar , foundation I want to work with. This questions have been flood my mind for a long time and I need answers ASAP.  "Dear what's up?", she asks Do I tell her the truth? They do say truth and honesty is key, how will she react? Does she do the same or does she tell me what i need to hear. "Nothing dear", I reply. I snap back to reality and lord oh lord she is looking gorgeous. That's blue dress brings out the curves in her perfectly. "You looking tasty...

Remember my ka-subaru that broke down? Imagine this dude has never finished repairing it. Actually am at the garage and this dude has the audacity  to climb up another man's car and begin repairs while mine is collecting dust. "Habari ya mzee?" (Dude who are calling mzee?,do I look like someone's dad?) "Poa, bado hujamaliza na uko juu ya ingine?" This conversation goes on roughly 20mins back and forth but he clams it will be done by end of weekend. Free advice never pay your mechanic the full amount at once, they never get the work done.(I think he was also smelling of alcohol) Now am a disappointed man, I was supposed to catch up with Ndung'u at thika and discuss some 'shamba' deal but I guess I have to postpone. I grab a bag pack from the hind seat, Yell at the mechanic again(if you don't yell this guys never take you serious) and head for the mall. I have to call her again. Remember the noisy bus I was just say...

Half way the journey the bus is full and since we are Kenyans the bus has to Carry excess passages (make me understand how you would get into a full bus and still be conformable to journey on) I brush off that argument and jump online check out what the world is up to. Suddenly the driver decides to blast loud music into our tiny fragile earlobes. Its a miracle I can still hear.(or can someone shout  my name, I may need a new set of ears) Scrolling down on twitter(there is this hashtag #savetheboychild that blowing the internet) and get a good laugh which lights my mood again. 'Ghafla bin voo',(Swahili saying) there is this shadow that clears the sunrays from my face. Am kinda happy but curious on how good the deal it  is. Looking up lord dear lord what did I do to you to deserve this? I went to church last Sunday , gave my offering, what else do you need? There is this lady whose height I can't tell by the big massive tummy. Is she sick or pregnant? Its so big i...

The day had began on a higher note, the sun is not fully out yet but the weather is calm, I have just finished taking my breakfast. (Which by the way am very full cant lift a muscle am forced to chill a little longer on the couch). There is nothing better in this world like marrying a good woman(almost said perfect then just remembered ..... You know). Then things get better if she is of good character and looks good physically (forget the crap people say 'beauty is inward'). Let me break it down. She is chocolate in complexion, sightly chubby but not to much someone I can lift.(what's up with this small girls nowadays they all  wanna be skinny.) Perfect shape, everything its where its supposed to be, correct shoe size, good nose structure as well as dental. U know that ka-chich you ogle at when you walking along moi avenue? That's what I have in the house. To add salt to an injury she she can cook. (Dem, what did i do to deserve this). If you haven't noticed...

 Proverbs 15:17 better a small small serving of vegetables with love than a fattened calf with hatred.  (Bible aside) read this verse again. Vegetables? Mmmmh. Just thinking it loud how does love make this vegetables sweet? Or are there some kind of vegetables out there that I have no clue off that kind of or have the same taste as the calf? Let's forget the vegetables let us focus our energy on the calf for a second. Am sure 3/4 of us if not all have at least tasted or eaten a piece of a cow or better a goat, now imagine how a calf tastes.  Dear lord that baby is sweet. U know something is sweet when our friends who cook " mashakura" cook one and till its sweet. My agriculture is poor but I think a calf should be two to three years old (don't quote me on this I don't watch then grow or tick days on a calendar as days pass by. I don't even own one to begin with ) Back on track a calf (pause and google its picture)imagine the the tender ...