I have been conducting a study on addiction. Most people will agree that they are addicted to coffee or tea. This is as true as it gets. Try staying one day without it and the minimum price to pay will be a headache.
Kwa hivyo Roach ‘the bug’ Mawe decided that enough is enough. Let me step out of the caffeine world and try something new for a stimulatin’ change- OXYGEN THERAPY. The first morning was hell. I had a headache to ponder on and a lot of swearing entered my unlimited vocab(yeah, am that good).
Wacha mhenga aendelee na mwito wa hadithi. Among my many business plans selling oxygen should be a great one. The city of Nairobi, Kenya is heading towards the brink of stink so is New York and the rest of the world’s big cities. In the morn, one can see fog at the Nairobi city hub from an elevated point in any one of the suburbs. My business idea is bound to thrive. Most of the doctor-to-be friends that I have are not willing to jeopardize their internship for me, so as an entrepreneur I will simply be based in the country side. Bagging oxygen will just require a clean vacuum cleaner. To expand my biz in the country, I will begin cutting trees in earnest to rid us of the forest that the first African woman Nobel Laureate- Prof. Wangari Maathai- has been fighting for. By the way, she is proudly Kenyan as I am. Cut-throat biz needs cutting tactics and filthy air without rain.
Some time back I read an article in FADE magazine that showed pollution in NY has increased to levels that pips in the boroughs are forced to put on gas masks. And with the Bushman’s ignorance of immigrants and the impoverished ghetto die-hards shown from Katrina’s aftermath, Mawe Oxygen should be an easy sell. I have a hunch that with his new work permit policy, he’ll agree a Kenyan like me can do biz. He’ll give me three years to work in the land of the free (as if I am or they are!!) then will still deter me from getting a green card or gaining citizenship. On the other hand, I still risk being deported anytime the Senate knifes my back in the name of sending me back since I will be termed an immigrant. As I proceed, R.I.P Al Zarqawi the US had employed his boss, how else did he expect to die. Definitely not as a suicide bomber but as a bomb victim!
His girlfriend, Ms.Tony Blair, the PM of Brits should be up and ready to accommodate me in London. These two have banned a few of my Kenyan Ministers from heading to their country for any business due to corruption allegations. This, I agree, is true but it’s all-good for me since my business is about cleanliness, which of course does not involve doing dirt-ha haa!
The double standard of the superpower will have me laughing all the way to the stash under my pillow. The tooth fairy is going to strike cold hard cash in plenty and get a real job instead of tooth collection. Kenya is about to strike oil at it’s coast therefore they will definitely come to beg for biz. What I want my president, Mr.Kibaki, to do is to make them beg like we do when we ask for aid or ARVs9which we are lucky to get free now). I assure you that the banned ministers will find their way back into the shopping malls of our newly acquired beggars. This is still good for my biz. More oil, more cars, more pollution hence the need for more oxygen. Kwaheri…