of love, life and living it up

... and i'm having a sense of de ja vu. like i was tagged before by the very same person and all that. oh well, here i go again i guess. it's been a while since i rambled incessantly on this blog and i've had a crap day which is still not yet over but whatever, a little procrastination will do my mind a whole lot of good right now.

Link to the person that tagged you. - Post the rules on your blog. - Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. - Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. - Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website

1. when i was growing up i thought it just plain sucked that i was the youngest person in the house. with a multitude of adults and teenagers in the house all of them older than me i never got to do any of the cool things cos i was too young. or couldn't watch a whole bunch of movies or programmes cos i couldnt be trusted to keep my mouth shut about it. well, to their credit, they were right. one evening my parents came home and asked a seven year old me "so, spicebear, what were you up to today?" to which i replied "i saw naked people playing basketball on tv!!!" i learned later that my sblings and cousins got into a whole lot of trouble and thats why all future movies were screened to make sure there wouldnt be anything i could go open my big mouth about.

on the upside, i got to listen and do a whole lot of things i wouldn't have ordinarily done like go for jam session at age ten (i had learned to keep my mouth shut by then and i wondered what the big fuss was about) or love different types of music. i still have a soft spot for this gregory isaacs song cos my cousin used to listen to that KBC programme for reggae, i forget the name.



and of course, that song reminds me of this one by alpha blondy.



and of course, my parents love for all things country means that now there are songs i know by heart and love cos i heard them over and over hand over ...



2. i get along extremely well with toddlers and children. im a bit wary of babies cos, you know, they can't talk back when spoken to. i know, i know, i have been told that they don't bite and they don't cry all the time but man its sure frightens me when they do. don't get me wrong, they are cute, i just dont want to be left alone with them without supervision. god forbid i do something wrong and all i can think to do is ask them "please, for the love of al that's cuddly TELL ME what you want or what i did wrong" and then burst into tears. let me just hope that i don't think that all babies are like stewie griffin from family guy for always cos that would suck should i ever get my own.



haha, he is funny though.

3. my hair doesn't mean anything. specifically, my dreads don't. this seems to alternately disappoint people who want me to go all "i and i" on them or the purists who want it to be a back to the roots statement or something. really people, ni nywele tu. i was inspired when i was 18 by this girl at my church who had the most beautiful dreadlocks ever which she had dyed red. after talking to her for a while i decided i wanted my own and after the initial stage of looking like a drowned cat they turned out pretty ok. even after my mother claimed i would be mistaken for mungiki and my dad with his not so sublte hints about "blow drying my hair straight or whatever" so that it looks nice. but my parents are the first to stand up for me when someone says that i have a mischievious hairstyle which makes me go all awwww! cos i have awesome parents. even if they do say the darndest things.

~sidebar~ around the time i saw the girl with the awesome dreads i wanted a nose ring like nothing else. so, i asked my mother what she thinks about it and she and my aunt who was visiting proceeded to tell me that i will look like those cows at the agricultural show. you know, the ones that are paraded around with rings through their nose for best cow or whatever. for like 10 minutes they were both incredulous and amused before i was told no. since my mother hasn't seen my nose piercing yet, i wonder what she will say.

regardless of whether or notmy hair has a special meaning i still snap at people who just randomly touch my hair or ask me how i wash it. uhm, with shampoo maybe?



4. i am one of those people who loves news. and documentaries and such like things. even my mp3 player is full of what i am told is old people stuff like podcasts from the BBC and NPR. radio documentaries and news programmes especially fascinate me fr some reason. maybe its because i have spent many nights suffering from insomnia where i just lay in the dark and listen to stories about chimpanzee retirement homes where the chimps that spent alot of time in labs love to watch General Hospital in their old age. where else would i learn about the laughing epidemic that happened in tanzania in the early 60's? so i guess i will embrace my old person label and keep enjoying myself.

5. i am extremely talkative after acouple of drinks. ok, not only talkative but apparently i am an expert on everything when im tipsy. that can be seen in two ways - either im the mjuaji who should just stop talking for goodness' sake! or im the informative one and we can exchange information and our lives will just be awesomeness in itself because we indulge each other and give the other person a chance to shine. if you are still reading thus far, you can only pick number two, no ifs ands or buts about it.

6. apparently there is such a thing as knowing too much. and i have learned over and over that curiousity really did kill the cat and satisfaction was not worth coming back to life for. there are some things that you are just better off not knowing. like the way a few moths ago there was this video that was going round called "two girls one cup" (no im not linking to it. god knows i already have wierd searches that bring people to this blog) and cos i was to gross to put on mainstream sharing sites people put videos of them watching the afore mentioned video and reacting to all its yuckiness.

after watching reaction videos like this one ...



... ad infinitum you start to think that internet is full of folks who just cant handle the truth. i mean really, nothing is ever that bad, right? whats with all the screaming and jumping and cursing and whatever over a video that isnt even 5 minutes long?

well, i finally watched it. i didnt even make it to the one minute mark. im telling you now unless you have seen all the ... you know what? i wont even go into that. just say no. this is one battle scar you wont be proud of. you will learn that sometimes, its better to be blissfully ignorant than to be the one who has seen it all. nowadays im not even tempted to click those links in emails that say "do not click" out of curiosity. i've seen whats on the other side and it ain't pretty. i can now say that i have no desire to know everything and anything.

ok, i haven't been to this side of blogland in a while so i don't know who hasn't done this yet so i guess i will fall back on the old "if you read this and you have a blog and you haven't done this yet, consider yourself tagged". that's right, you are all it! go on and beat for us random stories.