The Phoenix

"The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear. The Lord is my strength and my light, whom shall I be afraid", Rick Ross - Mafia Music Part 2.

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

Ooooh what a feeling it is, to be writing again. My passion. Seriously, i love writing!!! I feel like i've been trapped in a void, then suddenly i got released.

Though getting to the point where i am right now, has not been a walk in the park. I've fought certain depression, from burning to the ground... I've been to hell, and now i'm back!!!

One side of the coin says, "You never know what you have until you loose it", the other side says, "When you come back to the top, vengeance shall be swift...".

I only have one statement, for anyone who is where i was... Don't be afraid of the inevitable. Don't be afraid to hit rock bottom. It's good for you. Because once you're there, it can't get any worse, so you can only get better...

And always remember, the Lord never gives you more than you can handle...

Militant out.

Commando In Nairobi

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

It's been a weird couple of days. Yesterday i decided to be adventureous and went to town commando. For those who don't know what this means, it's when you don't wear any underwear/boxers/male or female thong's, whatever turns you on...

It's quite a fuilfilling feeling... So free, the passing breeze going between you legs, gently stroking your balls... It's a great feeling. Till that cold breeze crosses your butt crack... You suddenly get this feeling like someone has been all this time staring at your butt crack. A habit i have attained... What can i say? There's something amazing about a woman's butt crack.

So anyway, the worst thing is when your sitting there, free willy, then this fine ass girl sits right next to you, wearing this low cut top (note: these tops don't make any sense, they only cover the nipples, so why not just walk around topless? Our ancestors did...), a short skirt with a slit till an inch away from her waist, and fuck her shoes, i din't get all the way down there...

NOTE: This did not happen, i'm just giving you a situation... Yeah, i have a very interesting imagination...

Anyway, this is the only time you'll say anything positive about Kenyan roads... We hit some serious pothole, the bus naturally jumps in the air, now this part, it like time slow down...

Her tits, due to Newton's Second Law of Motion: A body at rest or in motion, stays at rest or in motion, until an external force acts upon it. In other words, inertia...

There in the air, shake alittle, then come down gracefully. Now i don't care you could be the pope himself, every straight man will immediately get turned on by this! Except the gay guys, and i wasn't talking to y'all, i'll get to you later.

Shit, i think i'll just end it right here.

Militant out.

Bad Santa

Asalam aleykum, my brother and sisters.

See, there are perks with being Kenyan. Lemme explain. There's this dude, who works for Kenya Power & Lighting Company (KPLC), Bad Santa, who sits on some pole with a huge switch. Whenever he felt someone doing something suspect, he would turn off your lights. Just like a "Santa", he would punish you if were a bad boy/girl/whatever.

So, I was reminiscing about the times when we tapes, also known as Cassettes, were the prime movie source. So there was this time, i just discovered porn, so i was chillin' then suddenly, the lights went out.

Shit, do you know how much beef i would be in, if my parents came home from work and found Wesley Pipes & Mary Hoe-kins bang'n on the screen.

I'm tellin' you, seriously, Bad Santa was such a cockblocker or in this case, joy taker. Back then things were really thick, so when tapes would get dirty, we would open them upm, spray my Dad's cologne on some cloth & wipe the video head. Yeah, we were so cheap we couldn't buy the tape cleaners. I'm from the hood nucca!

Anyway, due to my cheapness, i lived another day to enjoy my favourite pass time.

Militant out.