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I woke up today…well was woken up..at around 9:00am by my colleague who apparently lives far from my house.Talking about my house, is it really a house…yes it is..but very far from a home…Back at the office ,my colleagues used to call it Fort Jesus (by the sound of that name,you can picture how it looks like) maybe one day I will upload some photos for you to confirm your doubts. nowadays we call it the Hague,don’t ask me why but that name has stuck…even the manager uses that word to refer to our domicile.

I don’t live alone:I live with some two guards who chungas the office premise which is located within a catholic parish..one of the askaris who is the eldest and is bald has a big mouth and verbal diarrhoea..he behaves like sijui what or who and might even be found talking to some of the village women and sharing everything and anything…ananiboeshanga…i have no biff against women and forgive me for what am about to say but this askari behaves like a woman …well more than a woman.i know quite a number of women and believe me some are not like him.he is more feminine if I may put it that way. we had a ka mini meeting with all the Haguerians (guys who live at the hague) the other night and came to the conclusion that the askari needs to be sat and down and given a piece of everyone’s mind.then if he doesn’t change ,well the only other solution would be to chase him from the premises.

Getting back to my story,i woke up and my colleague told me that he had a small accident with the Yamaha motorbike.he  had bruises on his hand and on his legs:the bruise on his palm was quite deep and i had to bring some methylated spirit.my mind quickly went to the riding gear agenda that the motorbike riders,including me,have been mentioning every so often to the management.that was since last year and until today ,no measures have been taken.if he had the riding gear,like the gloves , the head gear and the rest,he wouldn’t have hurt himself like that.guess we have to put the agenda across to the manager,come Monday next week.

I did some washing after wards,just my shirts and pair of sock:will soak my jeans today and do the washing kesho.i went back to the house feeling tired and sleepy so had to take a nap..and boy did I sleep like a fool.later I took a bath and felt refreshed,then went to take some photos of the local parish church.since reporting to my workstation in October last year,imagine I have never attended the mass at the church.I know right now you are saying PEPO MCHAFU wewe ,ushindwe but hold your horses.the local padri preaches in the national language..in Dholuo…and am not very familiar with that dialect. However, I do listen to Gospel Sunday on Citizen TV,at least they use the “local dialect” ,so I do get my Sunday dose of the Word.Check out some of the photos I took HERE.

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