Ambition of Wannabe Millionaires

MTV is underrated. I occasionally watch the revered small screen and let it take me to other worlds. I let my mind wander from our old couch with a torn cushion cover to the Pimp My Ride Italian leather lined Djibril Cisse van that was only a drive ago full of rot and rust. U.S rapper Fat Joe is a perfect host as he freestyles while I chill out with the French International footballer in his newly revamped vehicle. I inhale the refreshed leathery scent that reminds me of the hot Mombasa sun on the white sand when I was on a school sponsored holiday. Yep! It’s that fresh. I forgot the xBox lying next to me; there are enough intrigues from Kanye West’s Life and Rhymes concert. I usually hate it when DJs think that a scratch is a beat but the interruptions in the songs are perfectly timed with the rap icon’s spoken lesons on life.

We have a neighbor who thinks that the yells and cries of a kid being smacked is music. My mum warns the hot peppered mother of only serving the purpose of hardening the toddler. Amid all this, I am watching Pink throwing tantrums after Ashton Kutcher Punk’d her. Hmmm! Her curves remind me of the modern Kenyan college girl. How small the world can be? A Barrio’ 19 clip momentarily interrupts the scene. I cheer aloud as rugged teen roller skates through a wall of fire fueled with oil that’s across an isolated tarmac road. Another one blazes through leaving flames on his rollers. He calmly puts them off.

 I time travel to see The Diary of Alicia Keys. I thought she already published it on hard copy but as soon as she gives me a sexy yet coy smile and tells me about her flu I am lost. I can feel her radiant intelligence confined within the four-walled living room of my home as she prepares for the Grammy Awards. I think am about to sneeze before she warmly sings ‘Fallin’ to me.  Round The Way I am taken to Nairobi City 10 years from now. In the subway (okay maybe tram) of the CBD, my eyes fall on a beautiful brown-eyed female figure. I’ve been a bachelor for too long and she has her eyes on me. I hesitate…on finally listening to my drumming heart and following her; I slam my face flat on the closed sliding tram doors.

I regret my tortoise quick reaction but get an MTV Alert on Wyre the lovechild. This Kenyan RnB cat takes me through his daily electric dance routines. Pause, jump, shift, eeih! I feel that’s enough for today. I now need My Very Own J-Lo (better yet My Very Own Nikki, atanipa Hii Ngoma). I love the look-alikes who turned up for the auditions when they rumble and stumble. At least most of them can shake their hips uninhibitedly even with a mini…Dem legs wa wa waaah! Meanwhile, I’m leaning back with my boys exchanging anecdotes about how many wedding rings J-Lo has diamond rocked on her finger.

And the day has not yet begun .