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When you explain a
joke it ceases to have the comic effect it was supposed to effuse. Anyone who
laughs at a joke upon clarification is usually just pleasing the person who
explained it or does not want to feel out of place. Damn if you can’t get the joke at its debut, don’t ask. Very few
people are able to comically execute the joke as the person who first told the joke and it was captured spot on. If someone explains to you a joke and you pretend you are
laughing, chances are that laughter is either a consolation or a phony. Damn
you are dump and palooka to pretend you are laughing to an explained joke.
So there was a time I received this contact from a friend who likes poking fun on Whatsapp. The contact was that of the president’s daughter. Some crazy fellow had thought of this crazy idea an created the contact. Everyone usually wants association. So he created snake oil of Ngina Kenyatta’s contact. Obviously, upon receipt, I was like, dude so this guy has contacts. The picture of Ngina was on point (the one that makes you believe that it is true) and excites the nerves.
So on opening the contact message, you get a rebuttal chiding you for wishing to have the contact of a person who is above you in the social stratosphere and you should stop your idiocy. Thank goodness Kenya is not like Europe where royalty marries royals and such like things among the oligarchy.
Since it got me laughing, I thought it would cause some buggers on my whatsapp contact list rolling on the floor laughing out loud to the joke. How damn I was to think it would elicit the same reaction I had on it.
The first few people got the joke and every one of them was like “hehe or haha.” Then there was a lot that never got the joke. I will not concentrate on those who got the joke, those are the people I can let accompany me to Churchill Show live recording. They won’t find it boring or keep pestering me to decipher for them the message.
Then there are the dimwits who I want to address. They really got into my nerves. Some are people I revere but as far as some things called jokes are concerned, they are dunderheads. For real, they started asking questions and giving mediocre comments instead of sharing the craze with others in the dark.
One of those dimwits I sent the contact, one told me I had stooped so low to have had a crush on such a person and I should find a better hustle. Crush or no crush, false accusations and badly decoding the message was my main bone of contention.
Most of the people who poorly decoded the message were chics. Jealousy or it was just utterly being blonde perhaps. They sincerely thought I had ideally got her number. I sent the contact message so that we could laugh together and maybe talk about what was up. Anyway, you can never think for someone.
Most dudes who laughed at the joke went on to further tell me that she was not their type and such like things. Maybe she was not their type because they were out of reach of the current royal Kenyan damsel. But actually, not much is known about her status which means it remains a mystery whether she is in a relationship or not.
However not most men would prefer being in a relationship with a person who runs the show at their expense. If it is for the money, most would do anything. Money sometimes drives men crazy. The association bit is also a matter of pride and worth sneaking into a conversation once in a while if you are the perennial public seeker who stands for nothing other than talking about those who have already made it.
There is this story of a certain city lawyer who wanted to marry the daughter of a rich fellow (I have forgotten his name). The rich man never wanted the daughter to marry the fellow he considered poor and whose bait was the inheritance her daughter would share with a man gold digger. By Kenyan standards a lawyer past 35 is not poor. The father of the lady would send police to chase around the daughter. That is if what was in the news and blogosphere is to be believed. Insanity, the daughter lovestruck and enjoyed the spoils of a engaging in truancy at a latter age. That is what I call true love. Their current relationship status is what is not known to me. Ask Chris Kirubi, he knows the essence of having a debonair and a prodigy of lawyer as a son in law (facts I created here though). He is now the guy who facilitates most of the legal work that his firms are engaged in (Ahmed Nassir vs that son in law on #jkl). And that means his progeny and future of his business are somehow well secured.
From my coterie of male friends, I realized that most wanted to make it without going through the easy way. Not waiting for things on a silver platter then grabbing if the situation presents itself. But wait, if the situation presents itself is another story altogether. Make hay while the sun shines though. I like the spirit, that of looking at the bigger picture and creating your own brand.
There was a certain movie I watched back in the days about the daughter of an American president who sneaked from the secret service and went out to party with friends. It was hectic looking for her as she went ghetto. As much as it caused panic among the security guards, this was really hilarious.
In the case of dating the president’s daughter, as a man, you have to swallow your pride. You will forever be under her charm and control and as such have no stance of your own. The public will be talking about you if are not of the status quo. While you may swim in the deluge of opulence, chances are it probably could have its own inhibitions.
First, being under the armpit of a woman is a no no for a man. Men need to be macho at times. In as much as the lady may have her inadequacies that you may be able to tune to your preference, the much she can do to you is like a juggernaut. If you mess up with her (forget about dont mess with Kansime- she is still lousy) and she calls those men in black to act on you, my guy, you know what’s up (maybe you need to covertly go study fencing, judo and karate). In fact, cheating in such a relationship where you are almost all the time on scrutiny is pathetically hard. Men are never born cheats, situations make them.
Away from those hypothetical scenarios, don’t human beings like to be associated with those who have made it? Odinga family, Kenyatta family, Kibaki Family, Moi family and all those families that are in the who owns Kenya rank highly among those the middle class like to associate with.
The middle class is obsessed with the ideology of whom you know. This craze is not limiting in age. You will find a grown up ass bugger telling you that he personally knows Kimaiyo (former IG) or his cousin is intending to marry into the Biwott family. In a way, this subdues those who suffer from bouts of inferiority complex. Who in his rightful state cares if you marry the daughter of a prominent chap.
Man is however weak when it comes to being pampered. That is something you have to fight with like seriously.
Since I am on my way towards reaching a target, I want to try musings, short reads and things that pop up into the mind and I write them since this blog was created for nonsensical gibbery.
SITUONANE.
[Photo Source: Google Images]
So there was a time I received this contact from a friend who likes poking fun on Whatsapp. The contact was that of the president’s daughter. Some crazy fellow had thought of this crazy idea an created the contact. Everyone usually wants association. So he created snake oil of Ngina Kenyatta’s contact. Obviously, upon receipt, I was like, dude so this guy has contacts. The picture of Ngina was on point (the one that makes you believe that it is true) and excites the nerves.
So on opening the contact message, you get a rebuttal chiding you for wishing to have the contact of a person who is above you in the social stratosphere and you should stop your idiocy. Thank goodness Kenya is not like Europe where royalty marries royals and such like things among the oligarchy.
Since it got me laughing, I thought it would cause some buggers on my whatsapp contact list rolling on the floor laughing out loud to the joke. How damn I was to think it would elicit the same reaction I had on it.
The first few people got the joke and every one of them was like “hehe or haha.” Then there was a lot that never got the joke. I will not concentrate on those who got the joke, those are the people I can let accompany me to Churchill Show live recording. They won’t find it boring or keep pestering me to decipher for them the message.
Then there are the dimwits who I want to address. They really got into my nerves. Some are people I revere but as far as some things called jokes are concerned, they are dunderheads. For real, they started asking questions and giving mediocre comments instead of sharing the craze with others in the dark.
One of those dimwits I sent the contact, one told me I had stooped so low to have had a crush on such a person and I should find a better hustle. Crush or no crush, false accusations and badly decoding the message was my main bone of contention.
Most of the people who poorly decoded the message were chics. Jealousy or it was just utterly being blonde perhaps. They sincerely thought I had ideally got her number. I sent the contact message so that we could laugh together and maybe talk about what was up. Anyway, you can never think for someone.
Most dudes who laughed at the joke went on to further tell me that she was not their type and such like things. Maybe she was not their type because they were out of reach of the current royal Kenyan damsel. But actually, not much is known about her status which means it remains a mystery whether she is in a relationship or not.
However not most men would prefer being in a relationship with a person who runs the show at their expense. If it is for the money, most would do anything. Money sometimes drives men crazy. The association bit is also a matter of pride and worth sneaking into a conversation once in a while if you are the perennial public seeker who stands for nothing other than talking about those who have already made it.
There is this story of a certain city lawyer who wanted to marry the daughter of a rich fellow (I have forgotten his name). The rich man never wanted the daughter to marry the fellow he considered poor and whose bait was the inheritance her daughter would share with a man gold digger. By Kenyan standards a lawyer past 35 is not poor. The father of the lady would send police to chase around the daughter. That is if what was in the news and blogosphere is to be believed. Insanity, the daughter lovestruck and enjoyed the spoils of a engaging in truancy at a latter age. That is what I call true love. Their current relationship status is what is not known to me. Ask Chris Kirubi, he knows the essence of having a debonair and a prodigy of lawyer as a son in law (facts I created here though). He is now the guy who facilitates most of the legal work that his firms are engaged in (Ahmed Nassir vs that son in law on #jkl). And that means his progeny and future of his business are somehow well secured.
From my coterie of male friends, I realized that most wanted to make it without going through the easy way. Not waiting for things on a silver platter then grabbing if the situation presents itself. But wait, if the situation presents itself is another story altogether. Make hay while the sun shines though. I like the spirit, that of looking at the bigger picture and creating your own brand.
There was a certain movie I watched back in the days about the daughter of an American president who sneaked from the secret service and went out to party with friends. It was hectic looking for her as she went ghetto. As much as it caused panic among the security guards, this was really hilarious.
In the case of dating the president’s daughter, as a man, you have to swallow your pride. You will forever be under her charm and control and as such have no stance of your own. The public will be talking about you if are not of the status quo. While you may swim in the deluge of opulence, chances are it probably could have its own inhibitions.
First, being under the armpit of a woman is a no no for a man. Men need to be macho at times. In as much as the lady may have her inadequacies that you may be able to tune to your preference, the much she can do to you is like a juggernaut. If you mess up with her (forget about dont mess with Kansime- she is still lousy) and she calls those men in black to act on you, my guy, you know what’s up (maybe you need to covertly go study fencing, judo and karate). In fact, cheating in such a relationship where you are almost all the time on scrutiny is pathetically hard. Men are never born cheats, situations make them.
Away from those hypothetical scenarios, don’t human beings like to be associated with those who have made it? Odinga family, Kenyatta family, Kibaki Family, Moi family and all those families that are in the who owns Kenya rank highly among those the middle class like to associate with.
The middle class is obsessed with the ideology of whom you know. This craze is not limiting in age. You will find a grown up ass bugger telling you that he personally knows Kimaiyo (former IG) or his cousin is intending to marry into the Biwott family. In a way, this subdues those who suffer from bouts of inferiority complex. Who in his rightful state cares if you marry the daughter of a prominent chap.
Man is however weak when it comes to being pampered. That is something you have to fight with like seriously.
Since I am on my way towards reaching a target, I want to try musings, short reads and things that pop up into the mind and I write them since this blog was created for nonsensical gibbery.
SITUONANE.
[Photo Source: Google Images]
