I really don't think the Angani thing is racial.
I wish I was eloquent as I am when talking to my self and imaginary friends. Then I would find a way of convincing you that the first season of Silicon Valley is 17.53 times better than all the seasons of Big Bang Theory combined. But I am not, so I will just spend the rest of the paragraphs trying desperately and failing miserably.
I went to church today. It was on a Wednesday dammit, I was caught with my pants off. Literally. Mom rapped on my door all like, 'Church nigga!' and so I woke up, put on my pants and we went. I figured since the 25th of December is when we decided to say that Jesus was born, it makes sense to go to His house for the birthday celebrations. I was so close to not going to church this year. Damn. Better luck next time.
We got gifted with a lovely pack of Minute Maid juice this Sunday and had a hell of a time opening it up. See the thing is, we (my cousin and I) are not used to this fancy stuff. And not just because we are always broke... wait, that's actually it. We cannot afford this shit. So when I tried opening I just twisted the cap with click click click but nothing was happening. I had to call people to ask what I was doing wrong. We were told to twist until the clicking stopped and the cap came off. But then we found a seal and we were confused. I called back.
Here is my opinion of why I need to stop watching remade comic movies that have an ensemble cast. Please read on and tell me if your view is anything close to mine. Spoiler alert. I hated this movie. As in if I had an option between getting strangled by a bear and watching this movie, I would need to know how big the bear was so that it is quick and painless. Unlike this movie.
I only saw it coming the last microsecond. I simply could not react fast enough. The slap hit me hard across the face. The pain was not instant. The force was though, I stumbled back and held on to the matatu I had just alighted. The left piece of my earphone fell of my ear … Continue reading »
It is close to midnight. I am seated in one of these rows of green seats arranged back to back at the reception . Less than half the seats are occupied. The night-guard with a hot beverage on one side. A mother trying to soothe a shrieking big-eyed baby on the other. All others are seated quietly. Probably sleeping. … Continue reading »