When a nigga texts you like, “Wu’s sup, fam, you good?” You say, “I’m good,” then great, the next text they are asking you for something.
This article should have come immediately after the Champions League final 2016 (which btw ended utterly in my disappointment.) My apologies though, especially for going undercover for a long time. Tough life. But me being a perfectionist, I had to put a little more time and effort in this. ✌👐
Well, Saturday nights are usually turned up. Relief from their daily busy weekday routine. I mean, everyone has a reason to be psyched up. At least. Perfect day to unwind. And also relieve some stress.
So, me and my Niggas head to the club. You heard right, The Club. Not to sip anything this time or to chips funga somebody for the lately cold weathered nights. Neither. We were here to watch the eagerly anticipated Madrid Derby – in Milano. We checked in late though. Or rather, the other fanatics or the party people punched the clock quite early. As early as 8pm – which I sincerely think is ABNORMALLY early for a turn up.
We marched to a spot
which where we could watch the match. (See what I did there._😋) It was not the most comfortable spot to watch from, but at least our eyes met the biggest screen. With eagerness. The place was full to capacity, different kinds of human beings. Some suffering from DPB i.e. Drinking Personality Behaviour. Which annoys and irritates those who just want to chill and have a good time watching soccer, like us.
I’m talking about this mama, BBW. She is dressed in a short tight red see-through skirt. Drunk but not very tipsy. Hi-fiving everyone and whining along Ken wa Maria’s Fundamentoz song, like a sickly puppy. And lest I forget to mention, she is around her late 40’s in my rough estimate. Old enough for a decade in menopause. This prompted me to ask about her husband. Or more importantly, her kids. As if I cared though. 😕 What annoyed most is when she rudely and constantly went in front of the screen, considering she is big. Game ikiendelea. 👿 You wouldn’t want to see the raging crowds, until she was hurled out of the building.
My mind went into a frenzy for sometime. Reckoning on the so called values and mannerism lost in society. I dislike using this word btw. Simply because society is not rational enough since you can’t fit in everyone’s expectation. The values are not really lost, maybe eroded. Due to lack of a better phrase.
Manners! Etiquette. ‘How it’s supposed to be.’ We have become deficient in all these simple yet vital codes of conduct. Or is it I that I’ve developed unfair scrutiny eyes. I don’t think so. We all see, unless rationality ceased to exist.
And that is where I agree with Buddhist’s Golden Rule, “One should see for others the happiness one desires for oneself.” Or closer home, according to Luke 6:31 or Matthew 7:13 which states, “Do unto others what you’d have them do to you.” I learnt recently that this rule is the foundation of the most ethical codes in the planet.
Let us take a moment to ponder upon this, the lost vibes. The importance of being others-oriented rather than self-absorbed is not a new idea. Which I am campaigning for right now.
This reminds me a story I read in The Daily Nation paper the other day. A university in China, Anhui Normal University to be specific, was the highlight. The most polite students were promised discounted meals if they displayed some common etiquette to staff. The discount comes when they use common courteous phrases, such as “hello”, “please”, “thank you”, and “good job.” – these magic words will reduce the cost of a meal from six yuan (90 cents) to three yuan (50 cents).
But before going any further, let I clarify a point. Whenever me has used ‘you’, ‘us’ or ‘we’ he is also a fellow victim. Thank you. We may proceed. 🏃🏃
Have you ever lacked words to tell a person when they terribly failed your expectations? You are not exactly sure why they are not like you, act the way you expect or say stuff your ears would want to hear. This is why we are different in our own ways. Imagine a world with your same kind. There would be 7.4 billion Kijana shupavus. That would probably be the most boring and article. Then you wouldn’t be able to know me because you’d be me. 😂😂So lets face it, we are different!
Its all different between us. Ever.
Sincerity Vs. Character/Personality
Real friends. How many jealous? We smile at each other but how many of us are real friends? I can’t blame you for having an angle. When was the last time you remembered her details by heart. Now we be too busy even to make time even for my… Real friends- Omari West.
Events define how we are judged by others. Sometimes its our own doing, other times not. Pardon me for putting you on the spotlight. I am also included whenever there is a feeling of being judged. Call it self-therapy of some sort.
Kukuwa mtu mzuri ni hatia..
WaliniShuku nikiOffer mrembo lift kwa njia.
Tafathali, samahani, shukran! Ni term zimeLack, kata tu kwa skin ya mSudan.
Miguu split kama sign ya Peace,
Ni maPlayer, wanahitaji CD.
Then, there are these pest friendships…
When will our politicians and the people in power stop switching sides after an injustice and own up to their mistakes and weaknesses? After all, we understand humans. Prone to err. Man up Mr. Politician! Admit to your flaws and act to correct the limitations. This should be a great show of character instead. 🙄
At an era when people are loosing respect for their elders and vice versa, since they don’t want to admit new technology will make our lives better. Skeptism. Give the kid a platform to explore talent, and show you how else it can be done. I hope this paragraph reaches the top guys, people in power. 😨
I’m also waiting for that day where dem girls will get crystal-sincere ‘Likes’ in The Gramm or Facebook, not because someone is craving some piece of the skin.😯 (NB: But by all means my fellow #TeamMafisi/Fisets do everything you have to do for the lay up. 😇😅🙌😂)
Betting. Lets call it gambling. I thank God I have until now resisted the urge to join SportPesa. I would not advice anyone to go down this road. Simply because it makes one rely on luck, and not God’s blessing from our hard work, as its supposed to be. Call it Master betting. I pray you hit that jackpot though. Na usimSahau wako mwaminifu, Kijana_shupavu. ;)😋
You don’t believe me, just look into my eyes.
You’ll see all that I mean when you look deep straight into my eyes.
You all love me, you’re just pretending. 😁
Most of us- Khalifa
Most of us got a lot of shit to get up off our chest.
Most of us rather trick the girl, instead of loving her.
Most of us puff some kay kay but ain’t ready to admit.
Most of us go to school just to show they got class.
Most of us judge others prematurely instead of getting to learn them.
Most of us spend thousands on clothes, still don’t care how we dress.
Most of us preach water but drink BM. Hypocrisy!
Most of us rather show off their China phones while reloading Facebook pages instead of interacting and getting to know people, in their reality.
Most of us blessed, healthy and wealthy but refuse to acknowledge God in any of our successes and accomplishments. Very wrong.
The hardest things are the most liberating. This is some sort of test of being true to oneself. Consider others better than yourself, at the same time having confidence in your own abilities. I’m not perfect. Neither are you. I’m also reading this article and damn! It is communicating to me, strongly. Self-therapy. 🙌 Let’s bring back the vibe!
My thoughts and prayers are with the ones effected by this horrible event.
Its aWrap kama Moi. 👐👊👋🏃
Tell a friend to tell a friend.
Follow: Twitter @I_Chesco