@eGichomo recently launched his Kenya Blog Contest asking people to vote for their favourite Kenyan blog. Voting is currently on going and as of the time of writing this post this blog was leading with 33 votes. Thanks guys! However polls will close on 30th of this month after which the winner will be announced. There are three categories:
Art Award: Recognition and appreciation of poetry. Creativity, choice of words, originality and show of talent.
Beauty Award: Best layout, design, cool features, attractiveness and finest integration of themes and magnificence.
Action Award: Pursuit of ingenuity. Most interactive and frequent in content update.

Image via Wikipedia

Today I’m in a weird mood and as always when that happens I do an unusual post. I’ve been thinking about addiction a lot recently. I’ll let you know why in a moment. First definition:
Drug addiction is a state of periodic or chronic intoxication produced by the repeated consumption of a drug (natural or synthetic). Its characteristics include: (i) an overpowering desire or need (compulsion) to continue taking the drug and to obtain it by any means; (ii) a tendency to increase the dose; (iii) a psychic (psychological) and generally a physical dependence on the effects of the drug; and (iv) detrimental effects on the individual and on society. (Wikipedia)

Lil’ Wayne via last.fm

I’ve got ice my veins
Blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart
Love on mind
I’ve seen nights full of pain
Days are the same
You keep the sunshine
Save me the rain
I search but never find
Hurt but never cry
I work and forever try
But I’m cursed so never mind
And its worse but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher the more I climb
The spot gets smaller and I get bigger
Trying to get in where I fit in no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it’ll be on mother fucker
Coz all this bullshit makes me strong mother fucker

Yesterday @Chiira tagged me in one of his posts, “To thirteen year old me”, and that tasked me to write a letter to the thirteen year old me. Wow, 13 years old, that was a good year. It was a handful of years back. Hmmm…so what would I say to myself?

Hey young padawan!

How you doing? Yeah, I know it’s a little weird to be reading a letter from yourself but think of this: I know what’s going to happen to you and how you can avoid it;)

This is the follow up post on Random Acts of Kindness in which I promised to say something more about this incident:
Once I was walking down the steps of the brigde at Posta City Square when this old lady, some way a head of me, dropped her bag and it rolled down the steps. I watched expecting someone to give her a hand and pick it up for her but no one did. I waited for a bit but nothing. I had to get ahead of her and picked it up for her. She was already carrying a lot and if she had bent to pick up that bag she might have dropped a lot more.

Today’s post is a simple one. As the title suggests its all about acts of kindness that I’ve seen and or done in this great nation of ours, Kenya. I’ve had the opportunity to interact with several people in my still young life and I hope to interact with several more. One thing I’ve realised is that the way we treat the people can and probably will affect us and the person for some time to come.

This is a new month and with it has come several things to be greatful for! Infact it’s because of that I’m doing this post. At the time of writing this I’m feeling very content. Its the night after an awesome event, Wamathai’s Spoken Word.

@Wamathai was celebrating the birthday of his poetry and short story blog wamathai.com. There was quite a crowd there! We, i.e Kenyan bloggers, are so very proud of him! He has proved that big things can come from blogging.

So yesterday I went for the screening of DAWA at the Goethe Institute right here in Nairobi. It was a free screening and I had time. Its a 9 min independent film shot in Kampala and directed by Mark Kaigwa, a Kenyan. I went there expecting to see, well, I’m not sure, an maybe just okay film but I was pleasantly surprised.

The film is a comedy about, I forget their names because I’m generally horrible with names, so I’ll say a man and his grandson, who are small time con men (they do the blind man and helper hustle). The grandson is discontent with the amount of money the blind hustle is giving them and wants to go shags to make some real money.

This is a brief continuation from yesterday’s post on yu. After all that BS with the internet and customer care they went and made sure they did everything and I do mean everything to completely lose me as a customer!!! Yesterday I was angry now I’m fucking livid!!

On my way to the Goethe Institute, where the film DAWA was showing (More on this in a bit), my credit finished! I was like wow! That was 150bob in one day! I was already looking forward to getting home and changing the accursed line! I went a got myself some credit and loaded it in.

I’m so very angry!!! Let me explain why. Today I’m to twitter and @Mwirigi tweet that Yu(cellular network here in Kenya) data had now increased to sh10/mb. I was naawwwww!!!! Really? Why would they do that!? So I called customer care to find out if things had changed and was informed by a very nice lady that nothing had changed and things were still at sh3/mb. So I heaved a sigh of relief and went about my business.