Mtaa Mentality

Mtaa Mentality - Juliani Ft Ciiru

Nhee nhee nheeeeiiiya x2

Heiyo niaje wazeiya...

Kijiji ndaniya nyumba..

Heiyo Juliani ndan'ya nyumba

Mikono do this

Nhaha... the Jesus way

Story mtaa kuveveka na manzi ka Vivica Fox,
Chairman ka Doctor Norman,'Taka BMW anza na BMX...
Yeah man, Zingine zote haziingii zikuget busy,
Dough itabidi bro, ku-stretch vidole kwenda,
Pocket ya stranger, the higher the slit kwa skirt,
The easier ku-get works,
Politician 'kuja base, tunanjaa ana belch,
Ku-get through, trous tunadoo high ka long'i kwa kioni ya wasee wa boushe boushe,
Religion ni ukweli bootleg, Na google kujimudu,
Angle theta sole ya kiatu,Wengine ikizidi Greencard vuka border,
Mi noma ku-afford ata bodaboda,
Sina na rims... tims... mabling-bling,(nhaha) lakini na uhusiano na king of kings,

Chorus

(Ciiru)
Streets wanaliuliza ni aje , iko wapi suluhisho ya ku-make a difference,wanaliaaah x2

(Juliani echoing in Background )
Mtaa mentality x4

We hujui
Mtaa mentality

nasema nao, ama vipi

Ndoto za kula kwa sahani moja na Bill gates,
Kutoa sukuma-ugali kwa menu niweke pizza-burger,
Ninahitaji pegs kagundua sina uwezo nkaenda kwa mwenye uwezo nikaokoka,
Devil ananikatia kaa nyoka, anasumu kwa mdomo anataka kuku-kiss,
Wana-respect flow atakaa ...patipati kwa mguu,
Heiyoo, ingia katikati ya mguu, hustler nataka ku-improve niwe baller,
Ni-buy ki-mercedes,lakini ma-fanz hawataki ku-buy ma CDs,
Wee ita waiter a-baptise chapo slice na supuu ya dondo,
Tuendeshe ka mr. Igigi ki-merc feh biggie biggie tupac!?

Chorus

(Ciiru)
Streets wanaliuliza ni aje , iko wapi suluhisho ya ku-make a difference,wanaliaaah x2

(Juliani echoing in Background )
Mtaa mentality x4

We hujui
Mtaa mentality

nasema nao, ama vipi

Yesu ndo the answer nakiri bila apology,
Aki-come utaachwa nyuma kaa bodyguard,
Ama BGV, bidii from boy javelin to boy java,
Tulizoea kujipapasa kutafuta kama ziko,
Skwizi tunachagua manoti kwa mfuko,
Hatu-mind Buzz na Pulse kuparara ma paatipati,
Sikua boy wakuinua mkono kwa class...kujaza ma cross-word,
Nina dhamana juu naongea kuhusu gross na word,
Waniombea mema ukiniita baabi juu na-sag long'i baggy,
Mi ni-boy basi, broke millionaire, chuo nilipitia sikupita,
Hio sitapinga, niite jinga,Jesus, ye ni nyota ya mchana,
Kwa giza kila mshii ni msupuu (pause)...MBEAUTIFULL

Chorus
(Ciiru)
Streets wanaliuliza ni aje , iko wapi suluhisho ya ku-make a difference,wanaliaaah x2

(Juliani echoing in Background )
Mtaa mentality x4

Kwi hujui
Mtaa mentality

Heiyo Mtaa mentality

nasema nao, ama vipi

Ciiru fades the song out gracefully....

The Untimed Rendezvous

My head hesitates as i try to spin my neck,
To steal that one glance to a distant journey,
One trip to the days that have lost a place in me,
Days of yore i hate to reminisce, mixed with joy,
Every look at her captures me with a grip,
That holds my conscience, and my memory freezes,
She stands there alone, in her own quest for life,
With her timid face i try to search for such bravery,

My inner self keeps shunning me from that past,
But still i turn to steal a glance at her,
The world seems so small, she gazes at the unseen,
Her innocence speaks for her first, i don't know the rest,
She too cares less, nature balances for the harmless,
I make sure our eyes never meet, i am a scared man,
The fear that she will see a link between us,
Is making me nervous yet greatly inspired,

For one last time i pull the courage again,
Once again i steal that precious glance at her,
One last time before i board for home,
These are memories i want to keep so fresh in me,
Hoping that they may push me in this life,
My life is becoming complicated, far from the past,
Not sure of when i'll meet my past again, i turn,
This time she was gone. With all that she had.

Only the Lovely

There are days when we stop time,
And the sun still fails to shine enough,
To brighten that day,

There are days we fail ourselves,
And form dark moments with not enough clouds,
To stop the tears of joy,

There are times i crave for a pen,
And fail to commit my heart to a worthy paper,
To say just who you are to me,

There are times we travel far away,
And never far as my dreams have fetched for you,
To tire me out and say no more,

There are moments i doubt reality,
And my life feels worth living more than once,
To meet you in the next life, dear,

There are moments i want to cherish,
And keep them safe in the holiest grail ever,
To have kept the sweetest of moments.

Can't be any better [Madness version]

Have you seen the rain?
As it pounds the dusty dust,
Changing colour just as a proof of point?
Have you seen it,the crystal vacuum?
Right among a million of them and shining.

And the star, did you see it?
Right in the middle of the galaxy?
There were children too,you saw them?
Standing next to you at two feet tall,
But the children counted the stars!

The Love, did you learn its etiquette?
That you should always chew but never swallow?
Hot as it was, did it mean anything to you?
All along you have been in love, yes indeed,
It just took you more time to taste it.

Has your life ever been so real?
Even now that its ransomed, was it yours?
You think its worth all the fight for nothing?
Its time you let it go, and all of it,let it go,
Just count the stars, love more and chew dust.

The Twilight Melody

The last notes of the melody were still echoing,
Once again the twilights had witnessed a fall,
The calm nightly breeze epitomized the grim-reaper,
Of the six lifists, two lived to tell the sorry tale,
The third of the crowd lived but not to be seen again,
On the sixth hour of the night, death came calling,
Thats when the fourth of the six proved his loyalty,
Only to be too late, Number five was already gone,
The alley lost company as soon as the scuffle ensued,
On such nights no one cared how and where home was,
The same time the sixth of the six tried call home,
One last time for her to call for help, all in vain,
That was same time the phone rang, the sad melody.

Breach of Death

He sat there deep in a gaze,
Pursuing dreams while wide awake,
His precious final hours, daydreaming,
After marrying and later divorcing the books,
He had got his dream job where he never slept,

He now believes he's the author,
Of the life that he's about to lose,
He has authored other people's books instead,
In their hearts they lack words to express him,
But this role of a model is coming to an end,

I pray that his books may prosper,
More than his life given a second chance,
With every word he could feel the quill dry,
Page after page he watched the paper fade away,
An unpublished book.He died a very lonely man.

..Still in their Midst

There are steps now the son has taken,
Where they lead, i want to know not,
Those i have betrayed are lost forever,
In slow strides i want to the ease pain,
I'll hide in their midst till you come,

There's some poetry i don't read anymore,
Where the passion has gone, i crave to know,
Those uninspired have sought dead legends,
In poems now i want something greater than hate,
I'll hide in their midst till you come,

There is a road that i don't use anymore,
Where it took us, is a memory that haunts,
Those who tread it call it the love street,
In utter days i pass by,hoping to see you,
I'll hide in their midst till you come,

There are some love games i hate to play now,
What they taught similar to the art of war,
Those few familiar with it say its forbidden,
In this puzzle of love and lust, am lost alone,
I'll hide somewhere in the maze till you come.

Listen

Not a closed case, Not yet

She had this gaze...much like the hackneyed birds of prey,
Her ambiance was bewitching...much like a charmed one,
All the soulful songs jammed my head in her presence,
Inspiring love, love once alive, she left me petrified,

I preferred a bird's eye view of the extreme beauty,
She cherished her own company, thin suites her favorite,
Her hair-style seemed like a complement to her lifestyle,
Every step in her walk seemed a complex math, only her solved,

Her life she held in high esteem, keeping me far at bay,
She fed me fantasies, my guts could not swallow her pride,
I still preferred a bird's eye view, of a body exquisite,
There are some sweet things, i say, that are better not tasted,

Somethings too i would love to keep as secrets, myself to bury,
Her world she clouded with mystery, her beauty with a smile,
I just wish i knew her secrets, hoping against all hope,
That way i would know her weakness, her mystery...demystified.

Right to Fight

Am in a fight with them,
All that have lost their hope,
And have let their buttons lose,
They have scattered seeds of death,
Carnations sprout, and we laid wreath!

Am in a fight with them,
All that have faked love,
And have trespassed my innocense,
Running away with pieces of my heart,
Scared of love, and tonight am going out!

Am in a fight with them,
All that have sold my country,
And have made my future a bounty,
The same old cars coming in new rims,
With no future, but i still have dreams!

Am in a fight with them,
All who have failed to say this,
And now that i have said it, guess,
That they spread a word or maybe back-bite,
A distressed persona, I over-sleep to date!!

Not for long, Dear

I have seen the troubled eyes as you smile,
The watery eyes as you pulled a hearty laugh,
The walls too have told so many of your sorrows,
Your face not short of epics of a sad tale,
I have seen the priest too at your place,

The sun is left with no rays to cast on you,
Not with the veil of misery on your face,
Everyday it dawns with a dark scarlet, a spell,
As the neon-lit alleys pack with neo-termites,
The stars will stare, as the moon dims with grim,

Not for long dear, mama sent me last night,
She is still worried of her rose in the city,
If it is more than a struggle, she wants you back,
She wants you back, now that you was in Prime News,
At least there she has place for you, only you,

O ooh!Dear, your children too crave for you,
Each night they talk of the city, by the fireplace,
they praise the neon-lights under the moonlight,
Grandma tells a story as they drink the goat-milk,
Tomorrow, she'll be traveling to the city, Alone.

The Love

Now if i would choose to love her,
I hope she would swing her waist,
Dance like the natives of the west,
Now if she would choose to sing for me,
I would cherish a pitch higher than tenor,
Her tongue swift than the goddess' of the east,
Now if would love her complexion; ebony,
A perfection i would love to kiss tenderly,
And if i asked her name, Now hope,
It would be Truphosa, Hellena, Bridgitta,
Or maybe Bonaventure, i would love Perpetua,
Most of her kins have lost their grails,
They sold them to the houses of europa,
Where the did i say again?
They sold them to the 'houses of europa',

But now if she would love me back,
Would she still dare me with the raw love?
And if she would, will i stare and wait?
--TO CONTINUE--

Let him Know

Since i showered you with love,
You have sweetly tasted the bad fruit,
All have now taken the wrong path,
As you walk the aisle,let him know,
Let it scream out your lungs,

I have missed the lunch-date,
But i know you wasn't there,
Only i knew where you were,
Let him not know, where you go,
Let the death-sheet keep the secret,

If anyone else saw my tears,
They flowed down your cheeks,
Of one of the times we spent,
Let it be a guess, just that,
As you bless a night with bliss,

I have my own aisle to walk,
That of anguish and great despair,
If not in the search for answers,
Just to let you know, yes indeed,
That the sun still shines for me.

A-free-Ka

My Concern

Am concerned, that,
The mango tree has fooled them,
Right in the middle of the city,
They read books the wrong way,
As they spent hours in the library,
That they used the wrong finger,
As they pointed the villains,
That they bought the wrong glasses,
When they disguised their faces

Am still concerned, why,
They chose the wrong saviour,
Yet none of them was blind,
Why the flag is soaked with blood,
At the hands of the grandchildren,
Why it was so easy a battle,
Yet so many of them had to die,
Why they begged for no mercy
As 16-calibers pelted them,

You know,i still have issues,
Not with the bravery we admire,
Not with the zeal we yearn for,
Not even with dreams we pursue,
Not with the history we pride of,
Not with the ignorance we habour,
Not even the utopia we live in,
But with the love we forsake,
...It is still my concern.

Chicken Little was right!

Hooray, Hooray x 2, tis my feast day today!!! I don't know but am jus happy.Really means alot to me as trifle as it may look. Anyway jus digressing...for those of us who have watched chicken little, we all fall in love with that movie, no doubt, i personally have watched it 5 times and can't seem to get the hang of it. And to make some serious and could be controversial confession, i had a serious crush on ugly duckling. Eeh, yes, i know that sounds abit oxymoron-ish but you have to watch the movie to see for yourself. Cuteness unmatched. She's just out-of-this-world!(not literally).Regarding the movie itself, am actually among the few who believe chicken little was right.i believe him totally. I cannot justify my belief but no one should go through such embarrassment. "The sky is falling!!" Alah! Wacha tuwachane na hiyo mambo. The other day am strolling back home from jobo and if there's anyfing i was blessed with cum attention-grabber, then its my afro, i personally nick-named it afro-shirazi. I can never fail to notice all those eyes gawking at mi head. I have come along way with this afro as mature as it looks. we have shared hate and banishment togeda, since back in ice-kool! I will never forget Miss Mwambia(name corrupted) for the 50 bob she gave me to go and cut my hair. 'Twas in form 3. She was our biology teacher and that friday i don't know how i looked at her or how she was feeling about me. Before leaving us assignments for the whole weekend, she couldn't fail to notice my well-combed, round, ball-like afro, as neat as it always looked, i never amused her. She was a gisty mama, actually, the gistiest among all female teachers. I can't blame her, a middle aged beautiful mama,unmarried but with two kiddos! She even used to match her dress colour with her two cars! So, that day, Ms Mwambia A.K.A sisqo******** 80 opens her leather purse and pulls out a 50 bob note and hands it over to me. "Embu nthis weekened enda upkapunguse hio nywele yako, you look very bad my ndear!",Huh?! Eeish, she actually thought the reason i had an afro is that i dint have enuff money to pay for haircut! That day i tell you the whole class had a good reason to laugh and laugh and laugh, loud that the whole school started laughing(literally). Heh! even chicken little wasn't so embarrassed when he thought the sky was falling! But, As i was in a boys boarding so actually in our vocab, we dint have anyfing like 'embarrassing', 'embarrassment', 'shame', except having a teacher every guy has a crush on handing you money to visit a barbershop! Whooh....nasty.I never went to the barber, of course.What transpired was hell. I ended up being suspended. Of all the three suspensions i earned in ice-kool, this one was the best scripted. You only need to read it to see how funny it was, i was home for week and a half, my mum scolding me left, right,center. The condition for my return to school was that i was to come back clean shaven. She gave me money to cut my hair and i went and hogged on some nice samosas they usta prepare at Mama otieno's! She too gave up on me. That saga is a whole soap opera hope I'll live to right a book about it....And possibly get a nobel prize for the contribution i have made in the bla..blah..blahh industry!.Wah! Ok, i have watched JB a.k.a Johnny Bravo and have also heard about this Samson dude in the bible, trust me, this guys have nuffing on me but MY HAIR IS SACRED. period. My boss the other day asked me when i am going to cut my afro, she was trying to smile... and i told her, if she wants to see the daft side of me, she should wait till the day i cut my hair. I mean, thats where my 'smartness' resides. I gave her a look that told her 'this are topics we should never discuss, madam' and she read between the lines.
I still have a copy of my suspension letter pinned on my bedroom wall, soon i plan to frame it, give it the respect its due. I also plan to make a copy and have it clear on my office, so that all those who dream about me with a clean shave head should abandon all hope. My ex- had a problem with it too, guess what?! She never did anyfing about it, one day she even sneaked in with a scissors so that once we are 'done', assuming that i would be so tired and sleep, she would shave me. It was a flop!! Wooi! I have digressed so much and now am becoming emotional about, and why not? My afro is my life, my world, my evryfing. For those who want to detract my afro so that i would suite them,well guess what! Kiss my bum! Aaaoouuuuuchhh! If chicken little was right about the sky fallling then i must right about ma philosophy, "Akili ni nywele na kama hauna yako, hauna akili". Anyone wishing to translate the above proverb to kiswa is welcome. Remember this, You only know your real friends when you rent house next to the beach! hehehehe

Her Song

She don't sing the song anymore,
From the days she would overdress me,
My feet with the tightly knit socks,
My head with the woolen helmet 'Boshori',
'Twas the days thunderstorms terrified,

She would sing and hum the lullaby,
To wave the little me away,
With a smile, she watched me slumber,
With a kiss, she laid me on the rest,
'Twas her and me against the world,

Now that the song is dead, all is lost,
As i mourn, We mourn, She mourned,
She watched me play, from the veranda,
She heard me sing, alone under the tree,
'Twas the last days of the song, she knew.

The Phoenix

The light had darkened their scrolls,
The more things whitened, the worse, and,
As forefathers admonished in poems and poems,
A conjecture was to shape the worlds' destiny,
...the phoenix had started its journey.

The lemonade was no longer reserved,
Everyone had tried the lemons...a daily dose,
Some say they saw him in the riverside village,
He rode on a stampeding calvary, heading west,
No, no, only the phoenix was to bring the savior.

The ancient prophecy was now unfolding,
Slowly the dark scarlet swallowed up the day,
The heads had gathered, only the fealty,
Ahead in-time to herd them westwards,
It was time,(sigh) the phoenix had come.

But what if...

And if the ground we walk on would be so hot, a point we can no longer walk on the surface? Would we make peace with our god(s), would others start to believe in the existence of some higher being, would others still find a way of blaming the warming of the globe thing. Definitely, something is always there to hold the blame; we all know that. This is how society has molded us, for the hedonists, it is the poor that come in their way and for the paupers the rich have shared their hard earned breadbaskets and what was left was the hard crumbs for them to fight for. But what if all this changed, that all we desired in life came to pass, that we lived in our very dreams, would life be as we know it? would we wake up with the zeal, the hope and aspirations, goals that keep us going everyday? Or would there be suicides still?, and the drug peddlar, would he still get his clientelle? would there be the red light districts anymore?
This time the society would grind to a stand still, and on a deeper thought, is it this grim? That the social evils keep the society alive? The system as we know it, is run by dirty money, laundered by the same society they have an alliance with. If we all had it our way, would we be happy? Would you?

The creed

There is a creed they recite,
They whisper it, close to the ear,
I overheard them one day,
It bonds them.

Goodnight to the Day

Like an ending song,
Silence slowly fills the air,
Light too, paves way for darkness,
They all lived in a nest of hate,
Cohabit, and their eggs have hatched,
Dark,cute little hatelets,
As it darkens,they prowl and wail,
Liken it to a song of freedom,
A day they have proclaimed lies,
And now, similar nest is expectant,
Though am not sure what hatch will be,
The dark ones will spread the shadow,
And their allies will swear again,
..their fealty with love,
But all is say is goodnight,
Goodnight for my love, after all,
She is all i care for.

Angalia Saa

Y lie,is if there's a conscious jam i could never get over with is this jam,talk about deep musik,yaani musik ya watu wenye vichwa,eeh,so i wanted to do myself a favour,and to all like minded folks(mahanta na magathara),ave listened to this jam foralota times that wen i decided to pen it down,twas no more than 20 mins!!!hehe,without further a doooo,angalia saa lyrics,from maumau kamp-big up to this dudes,they are sick.too gud their stuff...(Heh,iko part flani sijawai nyita vimaarufu, so nimeeandik kile mi uskia...tihihihihh)

Angalia Saa-Robah,K-swiss ft Winyo

[Robah]
Na-dedicate-ia hii ma-hero wote wa-kenya....kila mtu ame struggle,na hako paid for,ii ni time ya kua-paid for,...revolutionary comrade.
[Winyo]
Eeeheee,uu uu,eeheee,oooowohhh x2
eeeeheeeehhh.....alright
(chorus)
Najua mnacho taka,najua mnako enda,najua wataka haki yako ooooohoooo...
angalia saaaa,angalia saaaaaaa..aahx2
wewe ni shujaa.....aaaaah
machozi yako,yananivunja moyo,
mbona saasa,dunia imekutupa,
angalia saaa x2
wewe ni shujaa....aaahh,

Tell me(tell me),whats going to be that you in this world,
can't you(can't you) see that, you are a hero,
can you see a sign x2,
You are a hero.....

I knoww what you going through,
I know what's been runnin' on your mind,
I know you are almost giving up this world(Oooowyeeeiiih)
usikate tamaa x2,
Wewe ni shujaaaaa....aaaah x3

[Robah]
Damu,jasho, machozi,maumau wakashinda war,
mashadi wakaenda na trophy,martinigathi hana ata ka-ploti,
serikali inataka kunifkuza Nairobi,
mang'ati wanataka mangisha g-rongi,
hawana copy,they don know who we be,
haikosi,white highlands no more,
si siri,hawatoshi,hii vita imepita rangi ya ngozi,
na kabila najua ni mbili tu,
maskini na mdosi,synchronizini time,2005,de-colonizini mind,
msiseme,mli-hypnotiziwa na rhymes,ni visions za shady,wafikizo,
ngimato,mtu anatusi matiti ya mother alinyonya,
alafu anpigiwa makofi za kilo,wa-shoot,
muthoni wanyanjiru,the same root wa-rape mama yetu njeri,
hii sini betrayal ya ma-hero?
Kaa Kenya ni Matrix,nani ndo Neo?
Kaa Kimathi hakuwa the one basi society iko
drunk na opium,iliyo semekana na karl Marx,
na vilabu ni chache,na pay tax kwa karaz baby,na mambang'a ,mothers can't even protect their babies,
wanaume hawawezi protect ma-lady wao,
haki iwe ngao,
vita vya bunduki si za mikuki,
bullet zifuke nao
(A sub-machine rants in the background relentlessly...)
Tangu era za nyayo
...wanakumanga mseh

[Winyo]
Wooooiyyyeeeeeiiih

Usikate tamaa x2
Wewe ni shujaa....aaaaaah x3

K-swiss(aka Kitu sewer-heh,this dude is ill!!jus see)

tukiwa pasulia pazia tu expose zile ghasia nyi ufanya,
mtatukuta kwetu? mtatuvamia?
iyo ilikua last year,nilidhani mta-add-isia sense kwa wimbo zenyu tukizinzia,
bado mnasinzia this year!!!???,unaweza teta ukishukiwa kimakosa,unaweza dema ukishibishwa uongee mbaya,
unahepa ukinusiwa,unaweza tema ukizidiwa,
hakuna haja ya kuji-force kitu hautaki,
si unajua vile kwo uenda mgema akisifiwa?!,
writer m-famous aliibiwa na wife wake aka-rape-iwa,na,
iyo ndo asante alipatiwa(Kufanya nini?)...Kuwatolea ma idea za kuwasaidia,kuwabadilishia city,
ukuta zote see-me-through,
kaa mg'aro ya poko ya ku-expose part ya juu ya mguu,
mkiandika ma assassinations,na ma sniper maarufu opposite building kwa roof,
maiti zanaachwa kwa boot ya ndai,boot zinameza dough!,time yako ya kuongea imeisha,
maadui wanakuwinda na harufu,kwa ile roho safi na moyo mkunjufu,
hamunyakei,kuanzisha corruption,zero-tolerance,eti kufungulia kesi goldenberg,
na alipewa asanti gani?,
account iliharishwa design ya cholera,
tushavumilia viboko chini ya ma-slave master,
hadi kupigwa na mayai ya kuoza kaa Kenyatta.

[Winyo]

eeeehheeee,
uuuhuuuuuu...

wowooooooo.x2

Najua wataka haki yako ooooooh

Angalia saaaaa x2

Najua unacho taka,
Najua unakoenda,
Najua wataka haki yako,oooooooh


Angalia saaa x 2
Wewe ni shujaaaaaa....aaa..aaaah

Machozi yako,yananivunja moyo,
Mbona saasa dunia imekutupa.....angalia saaaa


Kwisha!!!


Hoooray! i did it. Mwa!

The Dream

'Twas dusk when they came,
They panted like runaway hounds,
I slowed and stood agape by the alley,
Death is what i waited for,
" it is your destiny",he pulled out the heckler,
Placed it on my palm,heavy as death itself,
As the sirens blared the whole alley...
Everyone was scattering, i scattered,a heckler in my hand,
I had a life to shield,
I had turned into a target myself,
'Twas little too late,
I saw death in a dream,
It only lived to be a dream,
Just as i wished.

Hantas&Gatharas

Now that thea is a new rival for the math-prof-politician,one thing was worth noting after watchin my box and seeing the grand comeback that the new dude made.my friday couldn't have been worse,and this guy jets in and slaughters 40 bulls,unumbered goats and a myriad of chicken!dude,and when u send a 'GET IT' 411 the one best party place they can tell you is that some one man guitar wil be doing his thing in a funny pub somewhere in town,damn!they are missing the point.ok,thats that,am at this wimpy and since i am too lazy to cook,i occasionally pop in for some fries n kedo like a king size burger(tel me about eating healthy),since i was quick to notice they pima this potato pieces ni kama wana prescribe dawa,i told the guy to pack me two of those!
Its 8pm now and am heading to "tusker" to get miself a ride home,prob is that the mathrees thea dint amuse me,at all.i have had experiences wit this ol' skul matatus,a'll tel you...havin lost hope that morning waitin for a fly mathree,i decided to board any that comes, and to confirm dat,this KAE excuse of a mathree crawls slowly(you shud have seen the huge smile the concordi had on his face...knwing dat we were desperate for a ride),so the mathree is full in no time,after a small wrestlin at the door(huh!?,is there a specific name for a car door?).so,the dehreh starts the ride and we are at this bus stop at uhuru highway and this lady wants to alight,man,NO SOONER had the she stepped down,mlango ya mathree ikaanguka!,PUUH!,on the very 'lami'.seated jus beside the concordi,i felt soo naked! and thats when something like a guardian angel whispered in my ears."i told u never to pandah this mathrees,they always pull a fast one!".so,the concordi has no choice but give us a refund,its 8 oclock olready,way too late for me to reach jobo intime.now,you see why its illegal for me not to wait for a fly mathree!,now back to the vibe at hand,am still at tusker waiting for gud ride and what i saw!,k, apologies are in order first to all that should feel offended. But tell me,wudn't u suppress a lafta u see a,no,this is dirty.wont say it here.tihihihih.weh, Kenya ni noma!MWAH