Playaz Gettin' Played

Yes, am semi-officially back to blogging. When i get to see such juicy stories as the one in today's Nation newspaper, i can't help but holla!

Ati, listen to this, 50% of the genetic cases processed by the Government Chemist to ascertain whether mbuyu wako ni buda yako end up negative. In simple English, 50% of these men are not the biological daddies to these babies. And the tip of the iceberg, this is just from a sampling of 137 cases! Only!



Which means, vile majamaa we claim to be playaz huku mamaz are thoroughly playing us. Think about it, 50%??? Damn, that's alot of lies!

Then there's this story on the Standard, a sort of flip-coin to the Not-my-Daddy saga. Women who don't want kids and the myriad of reasons given to support their "unique" decision.

Am in awe of the dichotomy of Kenyan mamaz - Women who want kids, but not with you and Women who don't want kids. Period.

Writerz Bl*ck

Now, now Mocha, you making it look bad. It's another teaser, i think i've quit for good. At times i feel like letting on some things, but most times am caught in the blankness of No Words land... to peruse my mind for an inch of lettering that may be laid in front of other eager minds, soul searching the depths of meanings to what i call my life. The C'Quel may bekam real sometime in the near future, maybe days, maybe weeks. But for now, burst!

.... let me be the 1st one to say Happi Bathday to you in advance! may the sweet music of warmth, affection and love, yes Love, fill your special day and the days that roll after that. Happi Bathday Mocha!

Eureka Moments

In his excitement, Archimedes forgot himself and ran around the town, butt naked, shouting Eureka! Eureka!

Ever felt that you needed to share something you found incredibly insightful with someone? To have it off you and to have that high that comes from sharing? Those are the moments that drive me back to blogging. I keep getting them in the folding of my days and I keep wishing they’d be molding someone somewhere the same way they mold me.

And by that intent I get back to jot a few lines. This is the Marazzmatazz C’Quel, blogging from latitude 01.17S, longitude 36.48E.

On this sophomore journey we delve into poetry, art and the eureka moments in my life and of life.

Keep afloat!

a month later

tempted