nciknmaes

The word is nicknames. Hello fellow hustlers in this harsh multiverse, it's been a while and a lot of wtaer has passed under this bridge. Busy, busy, busy!! Why do I do this to myself? It's Sunday afternoon, people are driving to the beach, paying for yesterdays sins, getting laid ans so on. Me, I am in bed...blogging. Such a wuss yours truly is, init?

!trouble: in my profession, an exclamation mark preceding an article means anything but that article. I don't see any need to explain further if you are too slow to understand all these english words. Blame God, not me. Anyway, I used to run a company called !chaos; which I thought was like the coolest thing ever. Hi, my name is Mufere from anythingbut-chaos, I mean think about it. This is democracy at its finestest. Everyone call call me what they want to call me, anything but chaos. To cut this story short coz am getting bored, people didn't get it (yeah, you too)

This kaboozi has nothing to do with nicknames. I'll keep the title coz that's what I wanted to write about when I started. What's with people and nicknames. Nick is short for Nicholas, so there's no need to call nick: nickso. Might as well call him Nicholas Twalizamulinaweogambandibwerere (which is his full name). I am not gon give any more example but all the patsos, Nickso, Mikesonzi, Nagidee, General Mega dee and Rabadaba (what kind of name is this) of this world shoud watch out. I am armed with exclamation marks (grab one !patso). Bye

Begin 1,2,3...

4,5,6,7,8,9... I sense confusion in your soul but you are just mad if you think the holy trinity of numbers can be followed by anything but 4,5,6 and so on. What were you hoping would follow; go! (sports day), 4 get your woman on the floor (rap), kamata (lingala), kikubbe (bebe cool), miclophone check (wedding djs)? Truth is, I don't care about how you people plagiarise the trinity so I wonder to myself, why am I writing about when there's a huge world out there with interesting things to observe and write about! That's all the math I am doing today.

I am adding a technical section to this blog starting today. Before I begin, I need to bounce something off you. This business of saying "tomorrow never comes," who made it up and what were we thinking when we didn't kill him and stop its spread. Tomorrow comes, ladies and gentlemen and that is non-negotiable. Try it, say tomorrow never comes and wait for morning to feel like the world's biggest fool. Then the James Bond people called their movie,"tomorrow never dies". What a useless statement! You can not even use it anywhere. You try and use it in a sentence like so "Tomorrow never dies so I will not insult my boss coz he might fire me when tomorrow comes." You see? No sense can be made from these two statements. Please remind me how this paragraph started, my phone has scrolled down.

The technical section will have to wait because "time waits for no man," no wonder women always take their time, they have lots of it waiting around. Ok, that was pointless nonsense and I am sorry. If this goes beyond 4linesI'llbforced2finishtheparagraphsoIamsqueezingtheletterstogether.have a nice weekend. Peace out!

Non regrettien

Here I am...again. Can't find it in me to blog anymore. I am always running around or sleeping or just too laid back to start writing. This is a good thing. Blogging (for me) is like the northern bypass of my personal descent into madness. Sometimes, when I let go, I fall all the way and recovery is difficult. I have to realign myself to this dimension and it's three axes as well as rent and diesel and work and Umeme and NWSC and the house girl (who is extremely mysterious btw). She seems to slink all over the place. You look up and there she is, walking on the ceiling. STOP! Look again and she's disappeared. Feels like the Damien Thorn's* nanny :-( Nuff about her.

{RHYMING INTERLUDE}
I am sitting up,
I should be working,
I am making the sounds,
Looking the part,
but I am not working,
I am blogging,
This is my poem,
The only thing I know,
for sure is it's rubbish,
but I don't care,
coz it's my rubbish,
and as they say, the fools,
don't wash your dirty,
linen in public,
and to them I reply,
Look here foolish ones,
I live on the street,
where else am I going to,
wash this linen but here!
{END INTERLUDE}

Kindly disregard lines 11-19 (don't bother counting the lines, I know I didn't) I feel like I was discussing something really serious when I digressed. I seem to have reached an impasse in my life. I do the same stuff everyday...get to town, drive around town, hang around town, talk to brown (chalk 1 for rhyme), noun (chalk 2 for rhyme). Paragraph abandoned.

Aah, fresh start, new paragraph, a cool breeze spurring this blogger onto some really great writing. Oh shit, it's bedtime. I must bid myself adieu, because I have to recharge the AAA batteries in my head.

P.S
I just went through every Star trek novel any fool ever wrote...after a marathon of all the Star wars novels (and novellas and poems) ever written. Ask me something, I dare ye.

P.p.s
I know you are thinking I should go to bed now. Perhaps I should. I think I have to be up tomorrow morning. This is my blog so if I sing about myself every third word, it's MY bidness. Bye bye I