So I have been spending sometime with my niece and her friends who are all twenteen …yes, for all you middle agers out there, yes this is an age group and you can google it ….or get friends in that age group!
As a self-confessed middle-ager, it was quite a shocker to learn what they talk about these days at that age. After spending a whole 2 minutes discussing the stock market, Robert Mugabe’s human rights record and the ecological impact of the BP oil leak, we quickly moved on to more important issues … how many pairs of jeans does a girl need.
They first began by tearing up into their mums’ wardrobes and I was mostly quiet because there was too much similarity with my own wardrobe and yet am ashamed to confess that I did not say anything in defense of those mums.
Then they went a notch higher and laughed about the efforts they had seen their mums make to beat the battle of the bulge, once again, I am ashamed to report I kept quiet because you see I have tried all those methods. We start small, by sipping hot water after meals before graduating to the big leagues, by the way, who began this theory of hot water after meals?? I have gone jogging in the morning only to quite after 2 weeks because the weather was not right...I have a weak chest you know. Then I tried skipping but my knees began aching and do not even get me started on diets … I have tried them all, cabbage soup, protein only, counting carbohydrates, no a bite after 6pm but they all left me jaded. So now am on a see food diet, when I see food, I forget my diet!
Finally, they talked about the pairs of jeans they own. I kid you not, the average twenteen girl owns at least 25 pairs of jeans. Some good ones for attending lectures, some cool ones for going out to hot parties, some really exclusive ones for first time dates, some ordinary pairs for the upcountry visits, some black loose fitting formal pair to wear to funerals and such sober occasions like job interviews, some for wearing when you are just hanging with the girls, some smashing ones in case you get invited as a guest to a function which will appear on TV and finally, a white pair for going to church.
Well, I represented middle-agers alright, I own all of 5 pairs. One that makes my legs look longer, one that makes my butt look smaller, one that gives my butt some lift, one that makes my tummy look flat and finally one that will still fit when all these aforementioned body parts refuse to co-operate.
Gotta run now, I have to shop for 21 new pairs of jeans … not sure what I will do with them or even when I will wear them but I will own them and am not going down without a fight!!
Blessing y’all!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Here goes....
So I have finally began blogging and it’s been along time coming. I have friends who have been blogging for a while and they told me to try it and it would be fun. So here I am.
And yet, as I enter my first posting today, I cannot help notice the similarity between blogging and falling in love ala 5 year old boy.
Kicking the object of your admiration and leaving her crying seemed like such a good idea at the planning stage but now that it has been implemented … all I want to do is run away screaming, it wasn’t me!
So today is a historic day as Kenyans went to the polls to have their say on the constitution and am so proud of how peaceful the process has been.
I have never quite believed that the problem with Kenya has been diversity, we are said to be 42 tribes (has anyone ever actually confirmed that number?), we need to explore that diversity further and exploit it.
Of late it seems like each tribe has a radio station and there have even been calls for banning them as they fan tribal fires … I beg to differ.
Let me explain, I am from the Eastern part of the country and nothing amuses me like listening to someone from another end of the country and I try to translate what they are saying into my Eastern ears. Take for instance a brother from the lakeside in deep prayer to his maker will say “Baba, miya ng’ima (Father, give me life) loosely twisted to my Eastern ears, that person is saying Father, eat the ugali.
A woman from the slopes of Mount Kenya is mutumia and yet if I addressed my Eastern womenfolk like that, they would be offended as I have called all of them men and yes, it will be an insult and not a compliment.
Do not even get me started as to how much fun you can have with the names from different parts of the country….
In fact, me thinks that if you look around you in traffic and you see a couple where the man is driving and the woman is reading the newspaper, most probably poring through the orbituary (why that morbid obsession with that page early in the morning??) their radio is tuned into a radio station in a language they understand but if you see that rare couple laughing and high-fiving each other, that could be my and my hubby, products of the Eastern province tuned into Ramogi fm, from the lakeside and having a a ball!
As we say from the East, tinda nesa (good day) ….of course if you are from Ekegusii that means enjoy your drink!
Blessings to you all.
And yet, as I enter my first posting today, I cannot help notice the similarity between blogging and falling in love ala 5 year old boy.
Kicking the object of your admiration and leaving her crying seemed like such a good idea at the planning stage but now that it has been implemented … all I want to do is run away screaming, it wasn’t me!
So today is a historic day as Kenyans went to the polls to have their say on the constitution and am so proud of how peaceful the process has been.
I have never quite believed that the problem with Kenya has been diversity, we are said to be 42 tribes (has anyone ever actually confirmed that number?), we need to explore that diversity further and exploit it.
Of late it seems like each tribe has a radio station and there have even been calls for banning them as they fan tribal fires … I beg to differ.
Let me explain, I am from the Eastern part of the country and nothing amuses me like listening to someone from another end of the country and I try to translate what they are saying into my Eastern ears. Take for instance a brother from the lakeside in deep prayer to his maker will say “Baba, miya ng’ima (Father, give me life) loosely twisted to my Eastern ears, that person is saying Father, eat the ugali.
A woman from the slopes of Mount Kenya is mutumia and yet if I addressed my Eastern womenfolk like that, they would be offended as I have called all of them men and yes, it will be an insult and not a compliment.
Do not even get me started as to how much fun you can have with the names from different parts of the country….
In fact, me thinks that if you look around you in traffic and you see a couple where the man is driving and the woman is reading the newspaper, most probably poring through the orbituary (why that morbid obsession with that page early in the morning??) their radio is tuned into a radio station in a language they understand but if you see that rare couple laughing and high-fiving each other, that could be my and my hubby, products of the Eastern province tuned into Ramogi fm, from the lakeside and having a a ball!
As we say from the East, tinda nesa (good day) ….of course if you are from Ekegusii that means enjoy your drink!
Blessings to you all.
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