Same wine, different wine skin…

A few years back I remember telling y’all about ditching my friends at the bar to come back home and finish a series I was watching. Well, ever since that hasn’t been a strange thing to do, I just get back home & press play & it’s like nothing ever happened. My friends at some point realized there’s no point of even calling me up every Friday like we’re still in college & have to make sure Friday night lights are a reality. Actually, it’s me who calls them up and if they don’t see much of me in the club after some time they send me a message to let them know that I’m home and dry and my choice of entertainment is indeed as interesting.

I recently decided to head out and see apart from me hanging out with the boys, what else do I get to miss in these clubs. I can openly confess I miss nothing and I really respect hanging out with the boys. The same typa chics who filled up the bars in 2004 are the same typa chics we have now. Similarity & congruence rule these streets like Mugabe in Zimbabwe, to the death! It might not be the same person from 2004 but the ratchetness done remained the same and so is the game. Let you not be lied to that picking up a chic in 2014 is different from 2004, nooo. The purr the cat used to drink milk as a kitten is the same purr the same cat uses in its 9th life, just maybe more experienced on knowing how long to purr before it goes to kill a rat somewhere. You dig?

One major bit that similarity & congruence has constantly been unable to change is deejaying. To be sincere we have more people with the title DJ with some corny ass name playin in these clubs who really need a day job. Is the city council hiring? I’d vouch for some of ’em. Club DJs have become too predictable, unskilled and lack professionalism. Do you remember back in the day when we had deejays? Real deejays who would make you long for a certain theme night? When you would hop from club to club & actually feel the difference? When you would choose to hang out on a Wednesday not just because it’s Ladies Night but because ladies really turn the damn thing up and tear it down on a Wednesday coz it’s their night? I really don’t wanna mention names but currently almost all club DJs either read from the same page or were tutored, coincidentally, by the same person. All in all, we need our turntablists back in the game. We need revolutionaries, not driven by the money, the car, the girl & the fame but someone who passionately seeks to entertain. We need another DJ Paco Perez who’d just set the mood of the night by saying, “What’s going around tonight?”

The phrase no pain no gain is overrated!

Y’all know I love football, dontcha? Y’all know how I used to play it with my all till I realized if it’s not buttering my bread, no scratch that, if it’s not buying me the bread itself, then it’s not worthy indulging in, right? Well, I decided to hang my boots at the end of the 2010 season and gave up all my football equipment just to give the youth a sporting chance. I’m glad to say that it makes me happy to see a few kids I assisted play in the KPL which to me is a big deal. At some point in their lives when they were in need, big brother came through *pops collar*.

During all this time, where I’ve been playing intermittently in local tournaments & football extravaganzas, nobody ever cared to tell me that the older you get the easier it is for you to gain weight and the most difficult part is shedding that weight. Lemme break that down for you, when I was playing, I used to average between 78-80 Kgs, with my height (186 cms) I kept a normal BMI constantly. I did strive to get to 85 kgs but in vain, all this was so that I could at least turn semi-pro or pro with the right attributes needed for the said leagues. I know you’ll ask yourself, are those guys that heavy? Sad truth, yes they are. All you need to do is to know how to carry the weight & use your brain.

 

Fast forward 3 years 5 months later, I realized that I need to shed about 15 Kgs. That decision came with my former teammates calling me in to play for their team in a ‘for-the-unfit’ football tournament. So I decided to go back & do the road runs, sprints & ballwork at least not to hurt my body that much when I go back to the field. It’s a week since I started and my report card isn’t bad, but I’m not a happy dude all the same. I’m aching terribly that no massage parlor can help. It has left me asking myself so many questions. Were my fitness levels close to Sobibor back in the day? (Courtesy of coach Robert Matano), how different was my diet back then though? Lastly, do we really have to feel some pain to achieve anything worthwhile? I think it’s just a fallacy to console us. What do you think?

Roll Camera… Action… Cut

So currently I’m trying to do something different. I’m gonna act. Not in a play, in a TV drama series. Yeeees!!! Hahaha I know, it’s funny, ok laugh all you want but after Lupita’s Oscar speech, everything is valid. Dreams, nightmares, insomnias, running noses & stomachs. Anything you have in mind is valid. Just the other week I casted for an upcoming TV drama series and got a role as a mean ass music producer, who is not as talented as the sound engineer who reports to me at the studio. Ok, hold on there, one second… I’m a very cute, unfriendly & untalented music producer, ain’t I? We’re not so sure about that but errrrr I think so. Actually, what I’m thinking is, I’ll nail this part coz I won’t be acting, I’ll be living my life as usual, but now in front of a lens.
One thing I never realized is acting is a great deal of stress. Nothing can ever be correct the first or second or even the third time. I’ve never heard someone say “cut” so many times like this. Anyway, we will just redo it till it gets done. In the meantime I’m loving the new experience that comes with movie production, directing and the social interaction with people from different backgrounds. I’ve actually met people I only see on TV. Hoping this will be taken up quickly by potential sponsors, shooting the pilot was quite something, an inexplicable feeling yet I’m here tryna struggle with words.

I’m baaaaaaack!!!

It’s nice to be back here after a very long sabbatical. A lot has happened since then & if I’m not wrong the last time I posted something on here was March 2011.
Since then, I wear waist 36 from 34, I weigh 90.7 kgs from 78.5kgs, I’ve worked for 2 different companies, I’ve lost friends & relatives (death can be a bitch doe), voted in a new president, saw the price of basic commodities rise astronomically, moved houses, bought a car n sold it out, saw Sir Alex retire, Man United finished 7th in the league (Imagine!!!), Chelsea won the Champions’ League & the Europa cup subsequently (bummer!), Gor Kogalo Sirkal won the Kenyan Premier League, Multichoice stopped showing ESPN which still is traumatizing, I’ve had 4 different smartphones (including the one I’m blogging with), I entered a gynecologist’s office (not for a check-up though, wipe that silly grin off your face) & I’m still waiting for Dr. Dre to drop his album The Detox after he became a billionaire (I have no words really about this, it’s been a long wait), a Kenyan was reelected as the president of the United States, a Kenyan won an Oscar, a Kenyan still wrestles in the WWE, a Kenyan born rider won the Tour De France, a Kenyan won the Champions’ League, a Kenyan played in the English Premier League & Arsenal won a trophy (Finally!!!). I really can’t shrink 3 years & 2 months easily in a paragraph can I?
So now? That would be the question you wanna ask right now, huh? Well, first & foremost, fuck you for making me do this shit. I really appreciate you reading this even if you don’t really give a rat’s ass about anything here. I’ll try & blog regularly just to make you happy coz there’s a lot of things outchea to blog about right?