As the Most Influential Talker (The MIT), let me salvage this boring Sunday by kerring-pally -------------------> and answering all your questions about me.
I am 64. Yes, I was fitted with a pacemaker four years ago after I suffered a condition called atherosclerotic heart disease, which is basically the clogging of heart arteries by nyama choma residues.
Guka, looks like not many people here hold you in the high esteem you reserve for yourself. Maybe you should avoid telling all about yourself, including how you enjoy looking up the skirts of girl-children you invite to climb your mubeera. Sasa hakuna maswali!
Looking back, there are several things I regret. Not finishing my first degree, not marrying early enough, and sticking in employment until I was in my 40s. I think those three take the cake. Oh, and allowing the first two of baby mommas to keep my two lovely gals (now 18 and 15) away from me. In fact I think this was the mistake that I will remember on my death bed.
Asante son. I too hold you all in high esteem. All, except the Bukusu batshit.
Oh, and that gal you keep going on about. She was wearing trousers. And there’s no law in Kenya forbidding old foggies like me from enjoying the sight of little, naughty ‘mankis’ gorging themselves silly on wild fruit…
I have always dreamt of flying since I could dream. Even now, I could give up just about anything to learn how to fly, and go cross-coutry solo with the instrumental “Chariots of Fire” on the earphones.
What advice would you give to FieldMarshal of 20-25 years of age or your earlier 20’s based on the experiences gained.
If you were to go back to that age what would you do better?