While we are now living in an extremely charged ethnic atmosphere, allow me to share this storo in the hope that we shall all remember the human nature of each of us despite our ethnicity.
I am a firm believer in communication. The one thing that scares me s***less is a chap who is unable to communicate well. I prefer straight to the point we are or we are not understanding and I detest that moment where any of us has to say "but i thought.....,didn't you mean...?" etc.
however it is very difficult to get that warm, i-feel-so-wanted kind of feeling when you have to re-read a text from a chap and try to decipher what the hell he is trying to communicate.
The truth of the matter is that kyuk chaps are notorious for writing messages that chics cannot comprehend. People, while I understand the haste and excitement that you may be writing in, is it so hard to do a ka-small spell chack before you hit send?
One very sweet guy who I really enjoy hanging with sent me a text: "I hope you and your family are safe and well, I can't wait to see your cute on monday."
and while I do have other messages I can share, it would be a dead give away to one partucilar chap who by the way still owes me a massage and other things that I have yet decipher.
Don't get me wrong even I send messages in haste sometimes only to realise dem! what did I do? But when a chap sends you a few messages in quick succession as you are conversing and there is no change,kijana kweli amezidiwa na lugha. and these guys are not zuzus Mr. See-your-cute has a masters.
Also it is not all kyuk men who have this ailment just a select few. My sis and some pals have "suffered' the same experiences on occasion and while it is a tolerable quirk allow me to inform you that you bleed points and in my case i get bored quickly and move on, that is after I have stopped cracking up.
In a totally unrelated related story, can chaps stop this bad manners of "Hi, I'm in *fill in name of favourite bar*, si you come?" I've always wondered how the hell that thought process develops and then I figured, its the most condusive environment and time (over pints) that most guys take stock of the day's, week's, and even life's events and its probably the one time you can genuinely believe that he was thinking about you. Why?..... the boys had to be updated on the developments, if any. The moment I get that call/text I always say "sawa, I'm kujaing". If I have ever shown up,just know that I have mad love and respect for you. I know there are guys who are still waiting and still bitter. Don't worry, you'll live!
Imagine I had mad storos today but the heat in Nailo today is so sick they have all evaporated. Then I went and made the poor decision of eating a mad ugali for lunch thus I am blogging when i should really be working. Anyway my day is almost up and I can't wait to get home and just chill. I think i'll die if I have to make dinner today. Until next time, hopefully tomorrow...
Nice time!
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