FRIENSHIP...MONEY

Ever considered friendship to be like money?

You win some.

You lose some.

Bring happiness to others.

Miserable misfortune to some.

Some are like notes…easily tear…others are like hard coins! GOLDEN TO BE PRECISE.

When looking at currencies and how they evolve over the years, we tend to see some of them losing market and value. The ironic thing about that is that after awhile, those currencies eventually start gaining value… The older the existence, the more it increases in value. People even collect currencies for such reasons. Sounds odd but is very true.

And funny enough, same applies to our friendships.

Just like when you get a new note from the bank, you don’t wanna use it coz its crispy fresh and you want to keep it for awhile…then you eventually use it or it goes…some friendships are like that…when fresh…we are super excited and all over the place and they tend to over shadow the ones that we already have…after the note is gone is when you realize… “oh wait a min I still have you around” the old ragged note that you hide in your wallet for no one to see… or you get rid of them after awhile you realize its true value.

Some friendships are super fragile, under pressure, they break (Notes tear) and others still hold on…may get dented but they still struggle to stay intact till the end (Coins).

Most people would term themselves to be coins… PLEASE DON NOT LIE TO YOURSELF…how many friendships have you formed, broke, walked away from and moved on with your life? How many new notes do you have in your wallet that are now old that you have to hold them together with tape? (It’s ok take a peek, I won’t look or judge you, promise)

But that’s how life is… some notes make you happy but when you lose them you come to realize they weren’t worth keeping comparison to an ancient one that has added value in your life and the old note that has tape all over it…

Challenge, how many people would you say are worth to be taped notes and dented coins in comparison to the new shiny notes and coins you have in your wallet of life?

LOVE HATE FOOD

FOOD….

What does food do to you?

Other than the normal things, like sustain life, make you stronger…you know the normal cliché?

For me, I LOVE HATE food and this is the reason why.

LOVE

Just like everyone else around the world, food makes you stronger, healthier, gives you the energy and the list goes on.

It also makes me happy. When I’m stressed and really upset, I usually bake. Well most of you may think that I bake like comforting cake and all…actually NO! I bake and then give it out to my friends. No charges. No costs. No nothing. FOR FREE. Most of them get super excited coz of this and bug me time and time again to bake for them. Others go to the extent of pissing me off...just to get cake…bizarre but it’s true...many can testify to it…no idea why but chocolate cake is what I relieve my stress on…NOT EATING THOUGH…

I love CHOCOLATES…which gal doesn’t? But I love mine with nuts, caramel or a biscuit in it…now there...you got a loco gal with a huge sweet tooth.

I gatta keep the doc away, so fruits are now my friends…I’m a sucker for citrus fruits, berries and my FAV APPLES…

I’m a JUNKIE…I usually have the most random cravings that most of the time people think I’m 247 pregnant…like the other day, I had my crave evolve from a strawberry slushy to caramelized popcorn to tacos  to passion white forest cake to potato salad. Who moves from such cravings? But the most amazing thing about cravings is that when you satisfy them, they tend to subdue…men out there, I do feel bad on your behalf when your wife or girlfriend is expectant and you have to dash out in the middle of the night to get whatever she wants…I surely do sympathize with y’all and at the same time feel pity for my future hubby… J hey but love does work everything out right?

Fav soft drink would def be MOUNTAIN DEW…This is….I actually can’t explain it…from the packaging to the tingly feeling I get on my tongue when I take the first sip of a really chilled mountain dew…AAAA… I once tried mixing it with something else…and the response I got on my taste buds were “don’t be stupid! You can never do that and never try that again”. Another fav fluid of mine would def be H2O. PERIOD. How can I forget fresh passion, orange, mango juice… #bliss

My favorite part about food is ITS DIVERSITY ALL AROUND THE GLOBE…as in each state or country has its own special recipe that may be similar to the people next door but is totally different.

HATE

I’m just like those lil kids we see who don’t like veggies. I do love certain veggies but there are others that are just….same applies to some meat products. Despite been healthy and all, YUCK. I think it boils down to how it’s made and presented.

I hate BAD TASTING FOOD that is COLD, DRY AND HARD…especially fried foods.

The one thing I hate about food…all around the world, we have people who dispose food carelessly, leave food to spoil, act like gluttons and serve too much yet there are people out there somewhere who have nothing. Children suckling on their mothers dried up boobs not knowing that their mother is dead. People fighting each other just to get a share of food before it run out. It’s really painful and saddening when you see the less fortunate ravaging through trash cans just to get something to sustain them…

Food is meant to bring people together… people share meals as a bond… food is a bond… so let us come together and help the less fortunate… instead of overflowing your plate with food that you can’t finish, take the right amount for that one sitting and if it isn’t enough, go for second helpings. (And anyhu don’t people have etiquette manners?) When you go for shopping, buy dry products and place them in charity cartons if not put money in the charity tins. As for street urchins, instead of leaving them hungry and out in the cold, at least spare a cent and buy for them a sandwich if not cup of tea or loaf of bread.

LET’S MAKE A CHANGE!

INDIFFERENT

HE IS INDIFFERENT

Kind of hard to explain….is he good or is he bad?

 On the fence is what you’d say right?

One day you think he’ll be a hot potato and tomorrow you get a sour puss…

But with all this judgment are we truly right?

In this world, we find such characters but sadly don’t take the time to know who they are and just base them on a mere cover that we see…..we don’t appreciate what they have to offer and brush them off till the moment we really need them the most, when we are stuck in a pickle; we misunderstand and underestimate them, joke, laugh and just go through another day over stepping the impact they have made in our day. Over shadowed by the weather, we wake up to and the rush of emotions we wake up with, we tend to get too distracted to see what the other person has to offer….

Indifferent you may say? I say different! You rarely get to find a person who is not hot and not cold at the same time, just room temperature but how do you get them to that point? Are they always constant? Or is it a show just to fit in? So many questions may arise and so many answers may be hidden but what does it take to just understand such a simple person? They may offer what no one else will ever offer you and may be a strike of disappointment when they bring their A game to the table but does it stop us from knowing them?

We are in a world that we dictate what is right from wrong from just a glance and not taking time to crucially investigate and define what is happening. We let small chances that may lead to large openings swing by us and later on come to realize “I had it!”

I would def not call you indifferent but special because in your own way, you add flavor to this cruel world that we live in and at the same time perfect without you knowing in your own special way.

ARTICLES n COCKTAILS

I LOVE MY ARTICLES SAME WAY I LOVE MY COCKTAILS…

I personally go through articles and at times wonder if it is actually worth reading another article or not from certain readers…It's like when you have a really bad cocktail…would you try another sample? Unless you have faith in the bar tender?

My lectures always taught me, when you write something, always prepare yourself for the comments and take them in be positive, even if they are negative because those comments will shape your writing… But not all people where born writers… those who listen to their critics are the same ones who tend to move on in their quest to be best sellers, others write more to improve on their skills, some are just born writers…and others….it’s just another day at work…

CRITIC LISTENERS….

The people who write the best books, novels, articles and so on tend to have some force behind them. Listening to both negativity and positivity tend to improve the kind of material that you provide to people. Hence we tend to see these same people succeeding in life and end up getting recognition, put out bestselling books and awards. Some even get their books scripted into movies…

SKILL IMPROVEMENT

Others love writing…they write and write and write and even keep the information to themselves… smart choice…well not really, those are introvert characteristics because eventually one day, their stories will be discovered even if its 20 years after you’ve been put 6ft under. On the other hand, there are people who have a talent in writing i.e. the PR writers out their…as for them, I’d say that’s an acquired talent of interest…

BORN WRITERS

There are those who find joy in just writing. It acts as a way of consolation and a channel to air out what they feel in a descriptive manner. You can tell one’s passion form how they write something or express something straight from their mind.

WORK… L

Others just write because they have no option…CAUTION…this will kill you. Most people who write with this reason tend to be bitter when they get feedback that they did not expect… they always want to impress people and always think that they are the best in their field yet they produce nothing but TRASH…

I’m sure we all know of such characters; be it international, local or personal…thinking outside the box, I think writing is like been a chef or a PROFESSIONAL bar tender!! ARTISTRY

A professional bar tender knows how to make spectacular cocktails that may knock your socks off….we have those who just sell beer because they have no choice and get frustrated and all cranky at the end of the night due to lack of ambition and anyway tomorrow will be the same thing they have to do all over again (WORK), those born with a cocktail mixer in their hands(BORN WRITERS), those who experiment the most craziest mixes and keep trying till they get it right (SKILL IMPROVEMENT) and finally those who try and make the concoctions and offer people a sample, get the feedback and improve on them…hence getting well world known cocktails that drive everyone wild (CRITIC LISTENER)

I love reading my articles same way I love my Cocktails…. creative, attractive and leaving me in crave for more…not some cynical amateur writing that needs to be refined and the creator takes offense…

Sorry I just hate self centered EGOTISTIC WRITERS…

Please Wake UP...

Friends come and friends do go but family never changes…despite the fights, disagreements, we always come back together and settle out our issues if not just throw them through the window…Family is always there to make fun of you, love you, give you a reality check, make you laugh, make you want to pull your hair strands out, sort you when you’re in a fix, open up to each other…thinking about it, what don’t they do? Through rain and sunshine, stormy weather….

Mwas was one in a million….very social character with a sense of humor, always smiling, full of jokes, random plots, could make you laugh and cry at the same time…asin MWAS was MWAS can’t even define him…

Mwas was a friend to many…he always loved making new friends…everyone knows that…he would have met you like several months before and even though he daen know your name, when you cross paths again he would always halla with his warm bright smile and try and take interest to mask the fact that he can’t remember your name…and the best part of it all was…you never knew until you asked him what your name was…but the dude used to play his game so nicely that catching him was not that easy…

Getting into a fight with this dude was rare coz half of the time he would let it pass but if it was something that really bugged him…he would definitely let you know and I mean LET YOU KNOW… I remember when we used to argue with him and he would push me off the edge that we wouldn’t talk for awhile, when the hot air had blown off we would apologize to each other and move on with life. When it comes to backing you up, Mwas was always there! All his boys’ n close pals know and can even testify to that! The number of fights this guy has been in….true friend I tell u…

With a killer smile, this guy drove mamis mental…n his ka cute face…woiy…but what I loved about him was the fact that he would never shy off from saying he was in love with his mami…! I remember the first time he told me he was in love, I thought he was joking till he started talking about her and you could actually see it in his eyes…I actually can’t describe that unless you yourself witnessed it…funny aspect we used to laugh about was how the mamis used to jazz themselves then rumors start flying around…and what he used to tell me was “let them jazz themselves…”

Definition of random was Mwas…he would come up with the most random ideas and derail you into them without you expecting it!! He was the life of the party and despite the difficulties he would never let an adventure turn sour…dude used to make jokes out of situations that when you think about it you tend to ask yourself “why was I fretting?” Half of the decisions he made; some irrational, stupid, smart, unbelievable, daring… I used to wonder, are you normal???

This guy was a bro to many…and in one way o another he touched so many of us! He made pips feel comfy in their own skin n at home wherever he was at…his relationship with his bros n cuzos used to amaze me cause he taught me the importance of family…no matter what happens, no matter how many fights you fight family holds one together…

MWANGI NDIRANGU, I honestly don’t think you’ve gone…you’re just asleep….asin your contact is still on my call log…we spoke just the other day you can’t be gone…My fav moments with you are like….I donno how many….when we used to hoax each other n argue over stupid things hadi music beats, parking lot pimping in the garage, random plots and derailments from going to class…javing till tmall when I continue with my journey to LA, your dumb jokes, udaku n stories, secrets we shared, your quotes with your cuzos, pranks, random phone calls, you dragging me out in the cold at 7 in the morning…always there to listen to me when I needed a friend n smack into reality…when my mother scared the living day lights out of you….MWAS PLEASE COME BACK n tell me it’s all a nightmare…