Those who don’t think my blog is brilliant, in your face! Because duly tagged by Darius Stone, KK, Pink M, Mama Maisha and Mboiz it is now my single duty (after the stipulated mandatory bragging) to step into this reality show we all love to hate. Yes, this is my moment of truth.
First the rules. Sod the rules. Do I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing about Ruth, so help me Gawd? Yes. So here go the ten questions posed to me.
Tell us about one annoying habit you have.
I like having the last word in each and every conversation. This morning I went up to get my daily newspaper and met the vendor clad in some horrific vest with a Standard newspaper completing the regalia on his chest.
“Habari ya Leo?” the fellow said as I handed over funds for the purchase. So I tell him “Najuaje Habari ya Leo na bado sijasoma gazeti?” Big mistake. “Hapana” he corrects me “Gazeti huwa na habari ya jana”. So I pick up my newspaper and tell him, “Basi ukitaka kujua Habari ya Leo, si usome gazeti ya kesho!” and I leave.
Tell us about your house.
I am so into branding that my humble abode has labels on each door inspired by the NBA marketing. My kitchen has the label ‘Where experiments happen’ whilst the small gym has ‘Where Fear Factor happens’. The johns obviously have the slogan ‘Where shit happens’. My bedroom has ‘Where amazing happens’. I am hoping to buy one of those neon signs near the bed so that everytime I come, a flicker tape ‘Amazing Just Happened’ can light up.
Do you love politics?
Are you kidding me? Politics in
“The Speaker is a brave and decisive man!?” the unsolicited view came from the man popping a Pilsner. So I ask him “Oh really?” Hoping that his political scientism will shine through, he goes on about how the Speaker had taken the bull by its horns. ‘He acted like Solomon’ he goes on. I wince. So I politely tell him “If the Speaker had balls, he would be called Makende not Marende!”
Frankly, if the Speaker is the new Solomon and Kalonzo is the new Iscariot and Karua the new Mary Magdalene and Saitoti the new Herod, I am the new Doubting Thomas!
So you hate politics, but if you were a politician, what would be your slogan?
Like I said, politics is overrated. I would want to say ‘GOT BRAINS?’ much like the Got Milk campaign but that will scuttle my efforts. If any politician had a slogan with the words CHANGE they are bound to attract voters like a moat to a flame. Obama wowed with his CHANGE YOU CAN BELIEVE IN whilst during the controversial 2007 elections, Raila tried REAL CHANGE and even good old Kibaki came up with CHANGE THAT YOU CAN SEE. I think my slogan would be CHANGE OF MUSICAL CHAIRS. I am sure so many people will still vote for me!
You sound like the whining type! Are you the whining type?
Most of my friends say I am! I complain about everything! For instance, some models have been spending some time at my house. So I was recently complaining to my buddies that these models are so annoying. ‘They so lack self consciousness. The other day I met one on the stairs wearing nothing but slippers and a shower cap. She was dripping wet. She had just come from the shower and had forgotten to carry a towel to the bathroom.’
I am so sick and tired of all this. I mean, why can’t they just wear clothes like normal people? For some reason, I find women more attractive when they are clothed.
These models, what are they doing at your house?
One of them is my current Significant Other. I was at a coffee place one day flirting with the waitress when she just walked in with this prettiest face and loveliest hair. As she passed my table, I waved away the waitress and watched her walk past. She looked around the tables and as she passed by again, I stood and just said ‘Excuse me. Allow me to say this. You have a nice ass!’ She didn’t slap me. Instead she just smiles and says ‘You want to tap it?’ I liked her even more! ‘No.’ I said ‘I want to represent it!’
The guy she was meeting was late so she gave me an ear. ‘Let me hear this’ she said. She was and still is a professional model though she insists she is a model professional. That is how I became her new agent and since then she has bagged a few lucrative endorsements and adverts. But now she has all these model girlfriends coming over to my house. I know, Spice Girls sang that ‘If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends’ but any men who have followed that advice have usually found that they are downgraded from lover status.
On Labour Day, I am watching the Atwoli Show on TV when one of the models comes over and sits on my laps. ‘I hope you don’t mind if I sit on his laps,’ she tells her friend who says she doesn’t mind and gives me one of those killer smiles.
Poor guy. Tell us something embarrassing, please.
Let me see. Oh yeah. I have no idea how to ride a bicycle! I look at all these kids with envy when they ride in the estate and I wish I could go back to my childhood and learn how to do it. I gave up riding bicycles when as youngster I dislocated my shoulder after falling off one of those two wheelers. People say having sex is much like riding a bicycle. And this is true since I also once dislocated my shoulder when trying out a certain position during nookie.
Some people would consider you mad. Have you ever been certified?
I think seeing shrinks is an absolute waster of beer money. But I have seen a shrink and even she has said I am a normal person. I went to see the shrink because I have a fear of pregnant women. Just freaks me out when I see any. So there I was lying on the couch and she made me narrate stories about my childhood. I happened to mention that when I was young, I lived in the staff houses of a hospital where my mum worked at. I would occasionally sneak to the window of the labour ward and watch the screaming women as they gave birth to life. What a lesson on expansion! Back then, doctors wouldn’t scribble CS on pregnant women’s bellies and even if they did it meant Cash Strapped not Caesarean Section. I almost became a Catholic Priest because of this fear. My shrink calls it tacophobia but for a guy who loves butt, that sounds almost unbelievable.
What makes you happy?
I don’t like being happy because when you are sad, the only thing you can become is happy but when you are happy you are likely to become sad later. However, a good football match can make me happy. As far as I am concerned, there are two types of men. Those who play football and those who watch it. I am in the latter category. I am a qualified FIFA referee too though I haven’t had a run around on the football pitch in recent years due to my ageing process. People think I became a referee so that I could watch football from up-close. It isn’t true. When you are on the pitch, football players talk a lot and I think this is wrong. Football was intended to be enjoyed just like sex. In silence.
Which is why football commentators are such a kill joy to me. On Saturday evening I was smashing back some wines, bottle after bottle, whilst enjoying El Classico between Real Madrid and
This is the tenth question. Any thing you left out?
No. As it is I am extremely embarrassed by this post that makes me too stupid! At least I didn’t talk about Ruth. Or the fact that I have never had a Safaricom line. Or the fact that I was once conned into buying a product called Bullshit Repellant. Or that I honestly find most pets incredible, with emphasis on the last six letters of the word.
For more honest crap, join us soon for another episode of Moment of Truth featuring in the hot seat any of the following:-