chapter 1 - INTERN

well for y'all who know me n for y'all who don't this blogs is not meant to put anyone on the spot so please whatever you come across here is pure fiction more or less so enjoy n feeel free to comment or hate whichever fits the bill i will enjoy making a story out of it:-)

well i never saw myself as the serious type till that fateful day when my uni course came to an abrupt stop n i realized thing were getting thick fast!!!!, u see for me n many others who i speak for uni was, as we liked to call it "MAISHA LONDON"- that is life without no worries or no stress however u want to see it. so when my 4th year checked in it really had a brother AWAKEN n reality checked, in for it was now that time when u blossom into a more responsible trust worthy student who others could rely on n look up to, something like that. only problem was i never took anything seriously so i suddenly found myself in a dilemma...... too cut a long story short i was as fresh as i was as from the second week i stepped/(begun) into uni.

and here we/i found ourselves required to go complete a three month program  of internship that required a report @ the end of it all.so i was like cool piece of ass.....no problem-o right.....after all how bad/hard could it be.

----1 month later----
there i was settled in  @ some random ken-yan org, which i cant mention 4 legal reasons.....so far so good i loved the place, the food the women esp the women they were colorful n full of drama more than an episode of Spartacus  i found myself feeling like krygsus on his chip-o escapades in bartiatisez ludus (sixteen again):-)....i could say the men were grumpy old hags who were  a bunch of lazy ass grown as men how motivating they were, was the music replaying in my head. for mbochin 4 them was my major chore n the occasionally mpango za kando from the married women who were bountiful.........i only have one rule in such matter machete or get machete-d and damn straight u know i represented machete to the full sharpness of the blade.
now.... if u look at the word

INTERN-. trainee: an assistant or trainee working to gain practical experience in an occupation

"working to gain practical experience in an occupation"

Thats all i can comment for the moment.
DE-bluntingly and abundantly, i found myself fetching the morning, noon and evening tea n aka snack/chips saucer (4 me) on the side for my work mates- in this case my fellow junior staff as they were called which as u can imagine was not exactly the dream i had sowed.
 it then quickly dawned on me like manna from the heaven that this internship would be coupled with me reaping the seeds of my labor which literally was mbochin , which i must say -"itakua hard " but a machete got to do what a machete got to do..........for the terminal benefits were slicing!!!  xwin!!! xwin!! machete style :-)

anyways moving on to my main story. so last weekend was a very exciting experience for me for.......welll lets just say i enjoy being machete. as i was driving down to a certain posh Kenyan school in my Ferrari; i was accompanied by 4 of my very, well slightly, but mostly, but really not, exactly loose. we had a very interesting convo going on, ass off course us being the crazy people we are the party begun the previous night. n we were tryin to remember what happend last night n weather machete sliced or was machete de-blunted.
here's a highlight
i was with my boy at some posh club in the land of the west. where we came across a very interesting pill called (X) u know what i mean.......so anyways usually i have one rule; try something once and twice if u like it..... except 4 homo encounters machete don slice backward....... but i'm not homophobic so anyways we were there chilling, grab-in some, spot-tin some, slicing-some, that sort of thing, in this marvel of a club as we sip on some tuskers, and i could remember my friend complaining about how his night is boring n how he needs a wild card something to get him slicing n about, n that's when it happened  a close acquaintance possing as a 'fake ass drug peddler' came promising gifts from here to can-an so we took him up on his offer of (X) pills which from his excitement n the story's i had had were bound to make me fell like a milli looking to solve (y).
so me n my boy together with two other hot and i mean hot lady friends got down n dirty tryin to solve (y). pill (x) 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9...........it reached a point where i gave up n it clearly dawned on me that mr drug dealer was a major hoax i din even feel a pinch; i couldnt belive that pill (x) let me down..........well 4 the moment that is.:-0

-------morning--------
woke up in my boys house nothing on but my boxer i din know what to imagine....... note pill (x)was consumed around 9 i woke up around 9 hmmmmmmm...... how did i solve ?(Y)