Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Double M...and not the bus.


 
snitch
Someone who gives up incriminating evidence to people they have no business talking to in the first place. Some snitch because they need attention others snitch because they are scared.
                                                                   (Source: Urban Dictionary)

Miguna Miguna…a lot has been said. He has been vilified, blogged about in good taste and in bad…but unless my opinion is heard, or in this case read, nothing has been put across quite yet. Some say that he sucks the moisture off ducks (OK, that was both stolen and made up. Twisted is how my mind functions…get used to it.) , now really, most people out there are going on about how Miguna Miguna is an ego-maniacal narcissist with a serious case of the god complex. I just think he is acting like an attention starved teenager who is acting out.

He released tell-all book…that courted controversy in every page…like a whore in a church in her work clothes, and got everyone’s panties in a bunch. See, that’s the problem with Kenyans…nobody is looking at the big picture here. This is a book that was released on what is traditionally election year. It is a character assassination tool that is aimed at arguably the strongest single presidential candidate among the ones we have currently. Now, do not twist my words to fit in as a public endorsement of the aggrieved political candidate. That is a personal decision that I do not wish to share with anyone, lest I be accused of exerting undue influence over my otherwise fickle and suggestible country folk. 

Now, back to the matter at hand…  Do I have a problem, or rather, a host of problems with the whole Double M affair? Yes.  First, this Negro is what we in the street call a snitch! (For the street-illiterate, meaning an usage posted above) They might try to sugarcoat that shit with more appealing words like whistle blower, or crusader for justice, but Double M is just what I called him…a double crossing, yellow-bellied, Lilly-livered, scum-of-the-earth snitch. He has that untrustworthy vibe you get from someone who you are sure is not telling the whole truth. Why did he not release all those facts he claims to have, with the relevant evidences affixed, when he was still in office, or when they were going on? Why did he not pull a Githongo and give us real tangible evidence that could be used to make indictments and help in commission investigations? Why did he result to printing a well-crafted tale, with grandiose (Fuck! I always wanted to use that word. Thanks Miguna.) images of himself as a knight in shining armor, full of bravery and virtue, riding upon a white battle stallion, in the nick of time to save us from the dragon of impunity and corruption, that threatens to incapacitate us and topple our glorious nation?

 Maybe it’s the timing of the book, or the fact that he decided to write it after his ass was fired for being a dickhead at work, but something is not ticking all the boxes here. He looks like that guy in the movie who walks into Edgar Hoover Building with a box of incriminating evidence against a Mafia Boss. Something just doesn’t add up. What is his end game? What is he hiding up his sleeve? Who or what prompted the release of that book? And do not tell me that he did it out of the goodness of his conscience. That he felt afflicted by the injustices propagated by this government that fired him so unceremoniously from office. I have watched CRIMINAL MINDS the TV series…egotistical narcissists like Double M do not care about anyone else but themselves. It is their kids that grow up with father issues, just because their father was out there looking for adoring fans who worship his every deed. Having said that, who knows what this devious creature is up to anyway?
Second, modafoka is too full of himself! He launched the book in Obasanjo wear, looking like a Nigerian drug lord, in a fancy looking hotel. He then got into an unwarranted monologue of self-praise that extolled his enormous virtue (perceived or otherwise, only time will tell) and how much it had helped protect Kenya from the demon of money hungry people in the Prime Minister’s office. He made it look like without him, this fine nation would have been robbed blind by the people in the PM’s office. He oozes egomaniac with every sentence that escapes his lips…putting the phrase “blowing your own trumpet” into perspective in a major way!
There is not a sentence that comes out of his mouth that does not have his name in it somewhere. He refers to himself in the third party! Who does that? What normal person addresses himself in the third party? He also goes ahead to list all the thing he has done, telling us irrelevant information that further exalts the “phenom” that is Miguna Miguna! Telling us of how Mr. James Orengo begged him to stay in the capacity he had been appointed by the Prime Minister…because apparently, only he could stem the fast spreading and supposedly unstoppable rot of corruption, deceit and pure evil that had permeated the office of the PM. The operative word here, for those who did not pick up on it is BEG. He flaunts his ability to defend his actions in court, by advertising the fact that He is an awesome Libel lawyer. I wouldn’t know whether this is true, but I do know for a fact that if you are the village champion at wrestling, common human decency forbids you from walking around intimidating those who do not match up to your strength.
I could go on and on, listing the problems I have with this whole Double M affair, but this article would get boring, repetitive and anal. There are a few thing I want to get out first before I leave…
I am not politically affiliated to any political candidate, and this article is not in any way meant to defend the PM’s honour, extol his virtue or proclaim his innocence in the wake of the damning allegations leveled against him by his once close ally. Should the PM and/or his supporters feel that Double M deserves a rebuttal, let them have the balls to stand up and do it themselves! This article is not motivated by any political loyalty, or love, and the opinions placed here might not meet up to the lofty expectations of certain readers…or it might offend some. In the event that it happens, cease reading the posts here, start your own Blog, and pour your heart out. I am sure some poor sap with now will left to live, will read it.
Miguna Miguna will step on a lot of toes with his book. A lot of the toes he steps on, will belong to very powerful individuals, and might be connected to the ass he will have to kiss someday. That magic trick of his, where he is peeling back the mask, might open the proverbial Pandora ’s Box, and the resulting shitstorm might  call on the very knowledge of the law he was so keen to flaunt. A lot of the allegations contained in his book will require him, by law, and by the decree of the Director of Public Prosecution, to provide the state with evidence to support them. Some might even require the same of him, only this time, the ICC will be involved. I hope Miguna knows what he is doing. I hope he has accounted for every eventuality and arranged the relevant contingencies. Africa has a history of intolerance to snitching, and snitches end up wearing the proverbial cement shoes and swimming with the Nile Perch…   

Friday, July 13, 2012

Tuacheni Bangi Saa Zingine


I am not sure whether it is the amount of substances, both legal and illegal that is permeating through our body systems, but I am inclined to believe that Kenyans are losing their collective and individual grip on reality. We are resulting to very fucked up methods of either seeking attention, or getting money. Our morality and collective sobriety in not only down the drain, but it is already at the sewerage collection plant!! In the past few weeks, I have witnessed things that push the boundaries of stupidity to near breaking point. What things doth thou speak of, you ask….well, here goes nothing…

A couple of weeks back, the news ran a story about a trio of retarded musicians who are perpetrating ideologies akin to hate speech, all in the name of supporting their preferred political candidates. Before you go crucifying me for the lyrics being lost in translation due to the language differences we have, I come from the region that these assholes come from. I understand their language first hand, and thought this cannot be termed as hate speech per say, it is in more than one way, divisionary and derisive. It was a shame to the sober members of the Agikuyu community who do not condone or endorse such message. The really fucked up part, was the reaction that top government officials gave to the debacle. That sycophantic asswipe from the National Cohesion would have done sqwat if it wasn’t for the screams of Kenyans on social media. Twitter is a strong force ladies and gentlemen…toppling governments in Egypt, kicking a South Korean airline in the nuts, and forcing people to notice a bunch of brainless idiots compounding the already ugly monster we have, through music. Someone needs to tell Mr. Kibunja to grow a pair. He holds a constitutional office, whose mandate is to look out for people like these, and others. While they are at it, they should tell him that I think he should vocalize his undying gratitude to Kenyans on Twitter, for without them, his job portfolio would be like NACADA…another useless government agency.

After these “Musicians” were arraigned in court, Politicians and high ranking government officials were tripping over their own feet standing up for them. Are you kidding me people?! Really?! Did you take time to listen to the lyrics?! Did you even think on how you actions impact on the future of our great nation?! Fucking idiots. If there is no Kenya to govern and no tax payers to loot from, where are you going to get fuel to feed you ego/inflated sense of self importance and you ever hungry extended belly? Bloody motherfuckers! Sit down and think for a second! See how many people of influence fell victim to bouts of stupidity? Stupidity kills dude…worse than an epidemic. And it has a tendency to spread, faster than a wildfire, infecting other people who are prone to the same shitty thoughts.  

The human mind is a funny instrument, it is faster and better than any chipset ever made, but I think its most curious flaw, is the susceptibility to selective amnesia. We quickly forget what happened in 2007 after the general elections…people were carried away by their emotions and ended up following unscrupulous politicians who were keen on furthering their power grabbing agendas. Violence that nearly tore our country apart, all on account of a people…nonsense!! The promise of a little money turned us all into raving lunatics?! I believe there is a little more human and a lot less ape in us. Kama ni pesa umepewa, I highly doubt the guy who gave you money would demand it back on account of you not committing a crime. Get your 500/-, go to your kalocal Wines & Spirits and make it rain. Nunulia watu Keroche na maetc, then go home a drunk and happy man, ukute hakuna chumvi kwa nyumba, uingie kwa jirani yako mwenye uliambiwa ufurushe, uombe chumvi, udushi, ubleki. Watu waache tu umama! And we need to start a campaign…Give Kibunja a nut transplant!  
Moving on, shout out to that retarded alshabaab wannabe heifer who for whatever reason, decided to threaten a full-fledged government minister! That takes a dastardly combination of stupidity and balls. But I understand…she was a house help or whatever. Hii njaro ya mamboch kuona soaps and Naija movies on citizen TV, haiwasaidii! If this retarded bitch ever watched CSI, she would know that text messages, or any other form of electronic communication, hata money order ama telegram, can be tracked by a motivated party. I believe it is safe to say, that a threatened Mutula Kilonzo is a very motivated individual. And this woman left no stone unturned…threatening to rape the minister’s wife and daughter, bomb his house and kill him. The order in which this was to be done, is only known to the voices in her head, and the mode of accomplishing them, especially the part where she, rapes another woman, I shall leave to your twisted imagination.

This post will not have a snappy conclusion, filled with wit and what not. It is not the kind of post where I leave you laughing or inspire you to think…I would just like to point out that we need to put a leash on the amount of Upuzi we are exhibiting. Chenye tu nitawaambia ndugu zanguni…if you know someone who is prone to moments of stupidity, wanaume wenye watavaa skirt in public kama Oliech, showing us cross dressing tendencies nShit, people who are capable of behaving like that sore loser Alpha from project fame…people whose general definition of thinking does not involve a brain, please, kick them in the nuts, or bash their heads in and save us all the trouble, and the embarrassment of dealing with such people!

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Shortmophobe


 

Forgive me blog for I have sinned. It has been forever since I posted anything, and I fill all guilty and what not....but hush now child, am back with a new badness!! I may be a lil rusty and what not, having been on the sidelines with a thumb injury, but match fitness is slowly coming back. If this article touches on you and you feel offended, go hug a cactus, coz I lost that fuck I was about to give.
 Having said that, I give a shout out, to the dudes out there that are killing us with their low self-esteem. See, there is this tendency for weirdness that seems to have infiltrated our ranks like a French double agent. Thing is, dudes say or do one thing, to cover up a whole set of inabilities. As usual, I am the only one who can follow my thought process without examples and diagrams...so kids, sit down and let the teacher teach.
Example One...
Everyone has this friend. That dude who is always bashing everything that people are doing by tagging it “Gay”, and if you cannot think of anyone in your gang who does this, then it’s you dude, it’s you!!
 I understand that there are things that our brothers who bat for the opposition will do that I will find to be above and beyond my scope of open-mindedness (long ass word that one), but this guy goes above and beyond to label everything and anything! He sees a guy wearing a scarf, he’s gay. He does not want to consider that it’s July. July mornings are cold Motherfucker!! He sees a dude just being nice to his friend, gay. He brands everything gay! This is the same guy who the last time saw him hitting on a girl, was right around that time when Mourinho was still Chelsea coach. His Twitter Timeline does not have a single tweet to a girl! Then he has the guts to call what other niggas gay?! Really? Screw you and all you represent. You need to get laid you fucking homophobe! I think your tadpoles have been in there too long they’ve grown into frogs. Go bust a nut you retard! Not everything you see is gay. If a dude does not like football or rugby, and his cup of tea is table tennis, what’s it to you? So what if a dude is into Gossip girl or Mexican Soaps? So what if a guy passes on a bottle of JW coz he’s chugging down Snapps all night long? So what if he would rather listen to Celine Dion than Rick Ross? That Canadian Heifer is a legend! That is called preference motherfucker...look that shit up on Webster’s!
So what if a guy cried while watching Eat Pray Love? I almost shed a tear while watching The Lion King...and I am not emotional! You probably have a secret stash of the same shit you hating on...waking up to watch Must Love Dogs in the middle of the night when everyone is sleeping!
In my opinion, unless you are hating on Justin Bieber, or The Twilight Saga, you have no right to call anything anyone prefers to do, eat, drink or smoke. It is not in your place to judge. You need to get a tube of lotion, a porn DVD, and lock yourself in a room until you wank all that stupidity into a towel!

Example Two...
Everyone knows of that short dude who is always angry at the world...shouting at his topmost voice at the club. That little guy who is always threatening to knock the teeth off some guy twice his size over some bullshit...I am tired of that guy! Before you go and call me a bully, telling me that am looking down on the little guy, let me get it out there... I am relatively 5’ 7”. That is relatively short. I am however, tired of that short SOB who has not come to terms with the fact that nature shortchanged him (I am full of short puns today ain’t I?). Walking around like he is Hercules…puffing out his lil chest and what not.
Listen little nigga…you are not the baddest thing since Chuck Norris. That big guy you just threatened who did not knock you into next week, just decided to be the bigger man (I can’t seem to stop with the short puns today!!). You are just wasting everybody’s time and embarrassing yourself to no end. There is some patient Kenyans out there if no one has fisted you yet. Stop bucking all around like you the it shit and grab a seat, before someone gets fed up with you and decides to take you up on that offer, and that someone might be a 6’7” and muscle bound former rugby player, who will do things to you that are illegal in 178 countries worldwide.
There are some pretty cool short guys out there. The fun kind… the kind who are cool with their lack of height, who like me, understand that that dream they had of slam dunking the ball will remain just that, a dream. Now, if you are that guy out there ruining our good names, listen here little one: You will not grow any taller, you are genetically cursed to be short. Start using that shit to pick up girls. Stop trying to act macho, like you’re the head honcho. Unless you got Manny Pacman’s skill (If you do not know who that is, make Google your friend), or Kat Williams fame, or Kevin Harts bodyguards, or Danny DeVito’s connections, or Simon Cowell’s money, Shut the fuck up, grab a seat and stop embarrassing everyone, little motherfucker!!

I could go on for a while, calling out the dudes going around masquerading as the all time greats, while all the time overcompensating for something…small penis, erectile dysfunction, height disadvantage…whatever gets their panties in a bunch. All am saying is, unbunch your panties, and let the rest of us have some peace. Let it go you bastard…or find Jesus. It Worked for Maina Njenga…