tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314485372012-04-12T03:06:57.461+03:00a peek into the mind of a crafty little bastard.cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-31245154717557408372010-03-25T19:54:00.008+03:002010-03-25T20:54:56.966+03:00

isn't it amazing how the makmende craze has caught on? and isn't it amazing that the creators are still not in rolls royces and throwing money along electric street with women hanging on for dear life as they zoom by?if makmende had been in new york, he would be filthy fucking rich. its called monetization... these days, unlike siku za ma-babu zetu, you can make money from bullshit. and its great

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-78683745764614533612010-02-19T16:24:00.002+03:002010-02-19T17:04:11.663+03:00

Majonzi majonzi sitaki mwaka huu. And all you mamas who look at me and see "chips funga" written on my forehead... I talk like a whore, I look like a whore... I even dress like a whore sometimes... but am a respectable family man. So back off. What can you give me that am not getting anyways... plus who told I came aaaaaaaaallllllllll the way back to Nairobi to be chips funga?.... so yeah.. .go

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Oh boy... the expected happened. I am definitely destined to be miserable. No one can love this man. And its hilarious.Lessons learnt, you ask? Actually, many lessons learnt this time. For instance:One's past is as much of one's future as its of one's past. Do not delude yourself for one instance that what you did yesterday will not come and be a problem today and tomorrow.If you have a history

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-85053556715852050802009-08-06T16:45:00.002+03:002009-08-06T16:52:43.638+03:00

i think i have fallen in love. yeah, yeah... i never learn. lol. :-) so... am going to do something you can never imagine me doing... something even i can't imagine myself doing... am going to (God forbid) write a poem!!! You can stop reading here coz its about to get mushy... but don't worry, its going to be a short one and so it will be over quick... like an injection to the butt!!!! :-Dso here

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-69231690847035940142009-06-16T16:49:00.002+03:002009-06-16T17:39:25.038+03:00

There's this guy... an investigator. Mr. John William Alele.I had hired him... October - December 2008... paid him 10k a day for 14 days... to do something for me. Plus hired cars and paid for photos and call records for something I was doing... then he bounced with my cash, no photos no nothing. Akapotea.So he thought.I was then introduced to the head of investigations at Urban Police HQ, he

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-84903654127457279142009-05-22T16:27:00.005+03:002009-05-22T17:50:56.694+03:00

I rarely watch news. I actually don't give a hoot what is happening in this country. As long as am not paying more taxes, there's no post-election violence... and food and milk for my babies is available... and I got a job... I usually don't care about such shit except the taxation I pay every year. And for the taxation I walk around cursing for a week and then I lenga.Coz of the people in Gava.

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-84937153326215827512009-05-21T14:47:00.007+03:002009-05-21T15:26:58.339+03:00

So... here I am .. .having wasted the whole morning putting a serious face in front of my laptop kumbe am chatting... and my stomach rumbles. Quick glance at the winXP menu bar and wololololo... its 12pm already.Time for lunch.I chat my cousin and he's like Chinese? I am like yeah... why not. He goes like he's coming to pick me in ten minutes.We drive.. .chit chat about this and that... do a bit

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-75432595638136822472009-04-08T15:38:00.004+03:002009-04-08T17:16:05.448+03:00

Not lying. For real, for real, for real. A weird one too.Anyway, before I start posting... the usual apologies... been working hard, facing life as it comes... etc etc... that's why I have not blogged. Been working hard to the point of... as someone aptly put it on facebook a while ago... working too hard to make my salt to the point of neglecting my sugar... and of course the sugar became bitter

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-62464706846765908472009-01-21T14:31:00.002+03:002009-01-21T15:36:28.003+03:00

Fuck.2009 is here. Just celebrated the first birthday of my son jana... time flies. Seems like only the other day he was a little fart that had popped up into our lives bila mpango or announcement... bwana pnyox himself... and now he is the joy of my life already. Naughty though. We talk.. oh boy do we talk... he goes "itiken itiken itiken", arms waving in the air... and I go like "yeah, true dat

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-49340576499341921022008-12-17T16:02:00.002+03:002008-12-18T11:11:05.130+03:00

Normally... I don't blog about some things. Zinaitwa siri.But today... am breaking my own rules. Two paragraphs... short and brief... to describe the heartache I feel... over something I should not (or should have?) started and (kept going?)... why this confusion?For once I am totally and utterly confused.If true love exists... then I think I have just felt it. For a brief period albeit but

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-80420948881331771832008-12-16T10:15:00.003+03:002008-12-16T12:49:48.192+03:00

Been planning to blog this for a while now. Time, time, time. And issues. Well... I almost got married in Lagos. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Am almost married. But its not my fault. I didn't want to.And if hte warden, yes sir, prison warden, hadn't felt pity for me, I would be nursing a split arse as of right keddo now. Courtesy of some Nigerian hardened criminals. Oh yes, was in jail in Lagos!;-) A record

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-11786546888396129782008-12-16T09:28:00.003+03:002008-12-16T10:07:43.266+03:00

Check this out. So.. there is this guy... having domes with wife. Issues, issues, issues. She done some nasty things and has no answers. Suddenly, a twist-em-up move is pulled... the dude is the bad egg in the basket all of a sudden.So... he is accused of sleeping with some woman... eti he was seen in Bob's bar kissing her and sijui what not. Eti now it has been extrapolated to... God forbid...

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-42045634487442139302008-10-17T10:30:00.004+03:002008-10-17T12:03:42.684+03:00

Hehe... was in Abuja almost three weeks back. Interesting place... I had to blog about it... but been busy.Busy is an understatement. Between my contract and moonlighting on get-rich-quick business ventures like running a Swahili restaurant and other unmentionable things... I just don't have the time to blog these days.Then... my current contract at the place I work expired juzi... so am sorta

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-75140366553989936222008-08-14T12:19:00.003+03:002008-08-14T15:19:18.529+03:00

His name is Ashraf... he is a fucking Indian. And his mobile number is .... well, let me stop there. Just realized I could be sued for instigating the public to hang him from his balls until he died. But I think I need to call the Guinness Book of World Records or something... am sure there is a category like dumbest man on earth or something. This guy is as dumb a fuck as dumb fucks go.Ashraf

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-41358266616739172752008-08-11T17:05:00.005+03:002008-08-11T17:46:23.229+03:00

Fuck... so i thought they were joking when they made me "headman" at my nephew's wedding proposal. Fuck double fuck.So... last Saturday am ambushed by my uncles. Eti I am the best man. Shit. That meant wearing those arab garbs in the fucking Mombasa heat. I agreed, on condition that I don't wear the headgear and wear only a kafia. They agreed.Sunday is the wedding day and I am being wekwad the

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-52645288720919801772008-07-23T17:00:00.002+03:002008-07-23T18:03:13.662+03:00

If you have me on a hit-list or something.. .you Kenya Airways motherfuckers... please, please, please... get me off. I did not do anything to deserve the kind of shit I undergo every time I have to travel with your airline. I mean, there can be no other explanation, you are just out to get me.Everyone knows that I complain about KQ... coz I miss my Mombasa-Nairobi flights ALL the time. Granted,

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-5335735124939732722008-05-31T22:43:00.002+03:002008-05-31T22:59:49.465+03:00

henged till 2am.. last night. Wife wakes me up at 11am... eti we have a birthday party to attend. My niece's seventh birthday. By the time we pack our little vifarangas into the rented car (oh yes, bloody DTDobie still have my merc)... its 1pm.We reach my cosuins house and dive straight into some nice biriani... and then he drops a bomb shell. Eti he has been invited to be in the entourage of a

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-69465829486792579082008-05-26T09:58:00.002+03:002008-05-26T10:13:28.004+03:00

Well... the curse of the booty finally cuaght up with me. Next time I see that fine-arsed mama she is dead. Last Monday, as I was minding my own business waiting at junction to take my turn, a fully loaded truck and trailer, KTT 667, owned and operated by Rapid Kate Services... rammed into me from behind reducing my e-class to a piece of shit.Before I continue... thank you DaimlerBenz and your

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-69689677856256939072008-04-28T10:39:00.009+03:002008-04-28T11:44:19.338+03:00

Some arses shouldn't be allowed on the road bila kibali... yaani... licences. Some arses should be licensed and fines imposed for them being strutted around town bila idhini. They are what us coasterians called "nuksi tupu".... yaani jinxes of the highest order.It's not by mistake that about 70% of the coasterian male population consider banging a hot chick in oyur car a jinx.. that car will

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-85004943966631055412008-04-16T16:18:00.003+03:002008-04-16T16:42:57.773+03:00

So today am standing in line in the bank... trying to entertain myself as my pocket is burning a hole due to the humongous wad of thao bills for the credit card payment I am about to make... and on TV comes this guy who has been dubbed "Mr. Loud-mouth".Seems guys are very bitter at having been left out of the cabinet (to be read as having been left out of the eating part of the game)... yet he

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-43968101097967365282008-04-03T11:03:00.010+03:002008-04-03T12:15:51.739+03:00

Now... the more I live, the more it all makes sense. I wish life was forever yaani... because it just suddenly got very interesting. I think it all begins to hit you by the time you are 30... what life really means, what's important and what's not. And if it doesn't hit you by then.. well, I guess you are fucked.One of the things I have learnt the hard way is to be impeccably honest. Yaani, don't

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-18044508310404115702008-03-19T12:01:00.002+03:002008-03-19T12:37:30.744+03:00

Seems I am back to venting... ok, ok... just this once more allow me to vent. It's going to be a short vent, I promise.People misunderstand me. Always. And I am sick and tired of just keeping quiet when things do not go the way they should. That to me is unacceptable. So a quick guide to what I am all about.Six points to understanding me:Point A:If I point out something to you, about yourself,

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-91464295449512606982008-03-17T15:23:00.014+03:002008-03-17T17:11:22.511+03:00

well... needless to say... seeing a bunch of ngwanyes that was enough to bu ya small island has sharpened my appetite for currency. Hence, been thinking money, money, money. Needless to say, I'm still spending shit loads of it, and very little has come in to replace the copious amounts so spent.So, I'm still retaining the title of stupid motherfucker #1. :-D But soon, soon... the story might

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-52456105308319445502008-03-05T16:04:00.002+03:002008-03-05T16:09:53.234+03:00

Well, well, well. Been getting death threats and what-nots from a lot of people today, courtesy of my last post on shell shock. a lot of mother fuckers who read my blog seem to identify completely with the criteria and are pissed off at me.Telling, ain't it?Ok. Now here is the thing. Let me clarify so as to leave no doubt whatsoever that most of the stuff on that list of ten is about myself... a

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-84969601620638169672008-03-04T11:24:00.003+03:002008-03-04T12:30:23.184+03:00

Well.Been in a semi-comatose daze since yesterday 3pm. Couldn't sleep, been puking all the food I've had and I feel like my life is worth jack-shit.No... it's not another nervous breakdown. And no, I am not sick. It is just the sudden realization that all my achievements are actually great... but they pale in comparison to what some people out there think in terms of achievements.Yesterday.. and

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