I want to marry her

   So now I'm supposed to move back home, but I love my independence so much I can not let it go. I switch on my rebellious mode and stand my ground that I am not giving up my 4 walls....and where does that lead me? I lose my sponsor aka dad.
    June then starts and am still hoping that the sponsor will change his mind and send me the rent. I get excited at the arrival of every text message and disappointed after opening them. It not from M-Pesa! Mid-month arrives, and nothing is forthcoming so far. After ignoring the landlord's calls, I muster up courage and go see him. I explain to him my situation(its actually a lot of bullcrap) and he says that he can wait for the rent.
    Three days later I'm hooked up to some hustle that earns me half the rent so once again I go up to the landlord and hand him the money. Then I have to 'explain' why its half and after a little more 'explanation' am off on the road. I gotta pay that rent you know?
    A few days later, a friend calls to tell me that he's flying out and that he's a drink-down then a farewell party in 2 days time...Still living on the fast lane I find myself getting to the drink-down 2 hrs late but its his day and other than myself, he's the only one who has arrived for the drink-down. A few glasses later the rest of the guests arrive. I don't remember most of that day except for one thing, him travelling means that there's a vacancy somewhere!
    Wednesday the next week I go ambush his former boss. I tell him I could take up any position in his company, explain everything about me to him, from when I was born to what I currently do, my favorite meal etc, and why the company really needs me. He seems so convinced then he asked for my CV.....Bummer!! Of all things? I must not be serious.. I explain to him why I don't have it(another wheelbarrow load of bullcrap) and the next words he says really get me offguard!, "I want your CV on my desk first thing tomorrow morning. You start tomorrow!"
    And that's how I got my contractual attachment, officially became a taxpayer and my landlord need not worry anymore...All because of Lady Luck who I really want to marry.

Metamorphosis

....I have never really been the type to put my thoughts down on paper(in this case: my fingers on the keyboard) but well a really wise man, who I believe was black and came from deep in the Congo Forest, said there's always a first time. This Is It.
    A certain friend of mine has always been telling me that I'm living on the fast lane, that I need to slow down etc..well I did exactly that and look where it got me: Quiet thursday to sunday nights, boring and sooo predictable routines on weekdays, but hell!...am not complaining.
    I'm still trying to explore the many interests I had/have and I'm actually having a ball, but damn this is hard. The withdrawal symptoms are almost incapacitating but I am getting better..I can confidently say things are now clearer in my head and thanks to this 'kutulia' I now know the meaning of being at peace with myself. Not wanting to disappoint anyone and not struggling to please everyone.
    Anyway with this new found hobby I hope to get you to view the world from my perspective and we shall have one hell of a ride..