BoywaCampo

When the sem kicks off, most of us guys are loaded. And if you are not, there are friends, sufficiently philanthropic to ‘cater’ that bill for you. I was blissfully on the other side: characteristically called the ‘receiving end‘.

Now, last week found some roads ending up in places like JKUAT. And there, the host never let our heels cool off.  It was only the first day there in a long time but i was already familiar with all good and bad watering holes, peddlers and the juicier side of town. Never mind i quit quitting taking the beloved bottle, for shaking sake, but bwoy…how  we ended up at the guys’ ( a  shaggy haired jam with a don’t care swagger/stagger, called E…a friend of a friend) hostel gates at 3. a.m. in the morning is a hangover story.

See, there we were, selfishly caressing takeaway bottles, in the cold…waiting for E to jump over the hostel gate and katia the watchie to let us in. Apparently, there was a curfew from 11pm, and here we strode in at a Satanly hour, very disorderly. The case escalated after we heard harsh words exchanged and somebody rolling down the stairs of the decent hostel. Thinking our pal was in trouble,  Dere (my companion) and i jumped over the blue gate (or was it green?) not exactly landing on our feet..to find the petite Kisii watchie pleading for his life and E shouting the words over again, charging like a bull.

“nitakumada, unaskia?”

(In  a meek defeated voice, hands raised in despair) “ Ku mada ndio nini?

The noise attracted the  hostel’s proprietors who happened to live in the upper floor -  A plump woman with stockings and tens of lessos around her, the Huzzy, in a white stained vest flabs of flesh on his sides…and their son striding down the stairs…asking for calm while shouting us down.

… A belligerent E was calling upon the head of the house who was holding on to some railings…

“Si ushuke hizo stairs ndio tuelewane vizuri?”

He didn’t.

I reported to campus early and it is not a beautiful story. Save for the sight of freshmen who look fly coz they are simply fresh and are reducing like snow caps on Oloibon peak plus endless hours before the computer (i like this) and getting stoned with abandon, there is a lot more not to write home about.

Er, whatever i meant there.

See, after a December, full of decadence and rot, i decided to go clean on New year.This was nothing like a resolution, just a resolve. For this, i decided to teleport my ass down to ocha to ‘cool off my heels’. In the process messed up some of my die hard party pals big time but that’s a story for another day altogether.

Meanwhile at the United States of Ocha, i tried to make the best of my time there with my old older man relaxing where unaware who i be (sight issues,age, world catching up, ha)…and shosh looking like i was her lastborn. Man, i was having a blast. Waking up at 11, hot milk, yams, CNN and a warm sweater with the insitenst drizzle riddled with midday sunshine. the smell of farm freshness- cow dung, oh!…and i thought i was really mooning the world- with all my addictions for…foregone?

Well, every morn, i had to travel a village up to the nearest shop for my morn puff. On one of these trips, i met one of my lost Cuzos and life took another turn. No longer was village life its cliche-self. Though not as ‘evolved’, i realised that this was a Cosmo all by its own. I was particlarly disturbed by the scenes and people that i encountered.

First, there was the brew which was a mixture of all cheap spirits on earth which was then packed and sold in 20bob and 40bob plastic bottles (formerly of Kane Extra, Kenya King, Amazon, Monalisa…funny brands). I didn’t touch that. Then the old mzees i would call dad, all drunk, disorderly, many teeth missing hassling my for a ‘ka-loosta’ was a bit too much for the conservative in me to handle. The guys who i grew up with, those who we stole sugarcane pamoja all looked trodden and not that i am better..but if i really had not rocketed out, yours truly would still be zero grazing. Altogether, nothing withstanding, i was still able to have fun, talk and exchange ideas (don’t ask which) though my vernacular is getting rusty.

Before long, the cycle, like that of bar stool tales, it grew stale on me and i had to escape…

Into other dimensions- places less frequented, like valley with a river flowing and a  bridge in the form of huge water pipes (Chania Water- which supply the whole of Nairobi, i hear) where u could stay on and watch the big river roar by.

Ultimate, escape!

With my reefer, notebook, cigs and sunglasses, time just stood still…or moved too fast.

With the next post, i’ll begin with the hot milk and weeded cake tale, mad, i tell ya!

listening to Drake’s music was what ended my 09 with higher spirits. Now this is spilling over to 2k and ten and i am not hating it. i listen to various genres of music, provided it speaks to my soul - ranging from Rock, pop, hip hop, R&B…depending on the poetic weight of the lyrics.
But now, i am high like on Dope with Drake. His album So Far Gone, i am not sure whether it was his first or something is something of a defining moment for this relatively new artiste- or has recently hit the limelight.
He comes off as your kawa guy, struggles, dreams, fears, hopes and attitude and listening to him, i feel him from the soul to the socks.
I could go dissect on every song on the album (and the collaboes) but then, i leave it out to the moment when i feel sufficiently philanthropic to share my hearts content!
Right now, i am swinging in this small-time office chair, precariously balancing this ka-Mac air on my lap and nodding my head to ‘i just wonna be successful..
get the money, money and the cars, cars and the clothes, clothes and the whore….wo hooooooooo!

It’s just a reflection of what i want and has nothing to do with any ‘hidden groupie love’, yeah.

BoywaCampo.

I wonder why they keep on writing such lines behind Kenyan lorries and Canters that: Here’s another one from Crater Auto….well, this does not help matters especially if ‘uko kwa jam unakam - you are seated on the from seat of a mat/personal car, its hot and sunny and your eyes are looking out for something ‘inspiration’.

Never mind the fuss.

Anyway, i have been having issues with settling here and hopefully his will be sorted by those responsible this year. Mambo isikuwe ka last year. Meanwhile, i will keep it localized here.

I know your Dec must have been awesome. Mine was a killer, but i am great-fully alive, intact, although i may have lost this and that (not teeth, ha). The new year resolution shit doesn’t work for me, but it wouldn’t hurt to reflect…but reflect on what now?
Hakuna rehearsal hii life…I am here, soldiering on with school, still carrying on the vices (and virtues)  that have kept me tagged to sanity (or insanity for that matter, ha!)

All the same, i would like to get back into the interwebs, write, be read as well read other blogs. It’s been so long.

See ya around.

BoywaCampo