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Well, it has been quite a while since I last posted anything here, or even visited this blog. Yet another proof that the blog is quite boring that it does not warrant my visiting it. As for me not updating it, I could have blamed the numerous blackouts, or even blamed the alcohol(proliferation of Chang’aa in Kenya).

But here is a perfect reason that I was not blogging. See, I come form a very green area in Kenya called Mwingi. O.k. , I now admit that it is a dry area often plagued by drought , but the area is quite green due to the continuous rains in Kenya starting last November. In case you are wondering, neither drought, rain or lush greenery is to blame for my failure to blog. A more closer fit would be the constitutional system of the country. See I come from Mwingi south , a constituency that was once split from Mwingi constituency. Before the split, Mwingi constituency had its M.P. as Kalonzo Musyoka , the country’s V.P. Kalonzo Musyoka is still the M.P. for Mwingi North. Recently, Kalonzo was celebrating 25 years of service as an M.P., and as many pointed out 25 years of doing nothing as evidenced by his public record. Meanwhile, I was trying to match this by attempting 25 weeks of not blogging. Sadly, it has come to my realization that 25 weeks is quite a long time to avoid blogging, let alone do nothing.

Meanwhile , one of my friends was narrating how his business has been performing poorly for more than 25 days. My friend operates a lady’s clothes stall on Moi Avenue , a street named after Kenya’s longest serving president who ruled 1 year shy of 25 years. For more than 25 months, my friend had operated a successful business, enabling him pay his bills and a few bills of some of his more than 25 friends. However, business has been going down lately.

The going down of his business had nothing with the fact that Nairobi ladies have been wearing very little in terms of clothing leaving more than 25 cm of bare skin exposed above their knees.

More so, the root of his problem is citizens of neighboring Somalia . The Somalis, who have been suffering instability for more than half of 25 years, have turned into sea piracy for several reasons. After hijacking more 25 ships and collecting ransom of more than 250 million dollars per ship have ventured into the peaceful relatively stable Kenya. After buying real estate at rates 25% above their actual value, the more than 25 pirate beneficiaries have had to create legal covers for their money laundering activities.

With many Somalis having invested in sale of textiles in the Eastleigh area of Nairobi, the pirates followed suit. However, the pirates core business was cleaning their money rather than making a tidy profit. They therefore sell good clothing items at rates that suggest they are throwing them away. My friend and his peers can’t cope with such competition, and that has been the source of his woes.

I hereby wish my readers more than 25 years of bountiful health and wealth.

Comments

Ras KristyAnnah said…
Is 25 ur lucky number then? Good piece though...i think i should have interned in Somalia as a pirate!
The Scape 🐈 said…
Thanks, and no , I don't have a lucky number, nor lucky pants, nor a lucky girl, nor anything else lucky. Its just that we were doing 25, In case you go top Somalia, please hire me as your consultant...

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