There are several X-men and this time it’s not about the rising Kenyan oil prices like the last time that Bugzzalot bugged the offices. We’ve been snooping around (Githongo mode) and were recently at a King’s palace. This is how it went down:
X1: E…Ehh. So how has it been since you toog over?
X2: Hao waliniwacha. Eti now they have formed a different alliance.
X1: You know I had almost the same broplem 9 years ago
X2: What do you suggest I do with the mpumbafus.
X1: Divide and gonguer. Hii mambo ni rahiziX2: Sasa (licks his lips) tutafanya nini kwa sababu hata Malkia alishindwa.
X1: Nigo na my right hand man who’s totally a man.
X2: I had to cut off my right hand for a while but they will be back.
X1: Don’t worry you can use my guy.
X2: (Excited and after several lip licks) That’s what I like to hear.
X1: We’ll regisder my right hand sinze he has peen struggling to rule the obbosing armies.
X2: That’s why they call you POPs…The Professor of Politics.
X1: Charlie JoJoo anataka pia kuwasidia. I saw a movie with my daughter called Charlie’s Angels. Those three should be Odinka, Galonzo and the young poy known as Kachoga…. Ha Ha Ha Hee!
X2: Ha Ha Ha ha Ha Ha Haaa Hee!
X1: My young poy is trying to disresbect me. Well I’ll teach him a few more lessons.
X2: Yeah, Professor. Wapumbafu wote.
OH…CLOEY
This recording was too depressing so Bugzzalot managed to hook up a date with the feisty computer whiz Cloey of 24 series at a prestigious 5-moon kibanda.
Bugzzalot: Hi
Cloey: Hi (looking uncomfortable) Can’t you pull out a….a chair.. I mean a bench for me.
(I rush to do so)
Cloey(C): Stop no need. You already lost the opportunity.
Bugzzalot(B): No, I don’t think so. A date with you is the opportunity of a lifetime.
C: (Blushes but quickly gives me the dagger eyes) What’s with the service here? Couldn’t you find a restaurant that can actually be tracked by satellite?
B: Ah… can you do that?
C: You are hopeless. This is what I do in my sleep. (Removing a laptop from her mini-briefcase and hooking it up to the Internet wirelessly)
B: I’m sorry that you’re disappointed but this is all I could afford.
C: Apology accepted but I think you are very cheap.
B: And you are very expensive walking around with the Internet only a laptap away.
C: Do you do anything apart from irritating ears? (She says while tapping away at her keyboard)
B: I’m a blogger.
C: I’ve killed a man and hacked into…. Well, you’re not given access to that information. So blogging is pretty dumb.
B: (Silence)
C: You know talking is required at a date.
B: Hmm… I’m sorry but you don’t make it any easier (She seems not to hear this).
C: I’ve tracked down a good restaurant here but I think I’ll go alone.
B: I love what you do (I try to salvage a breaking date).
C: I also do but I don’t go bragging about it. Can we change the subject?
B: Ummm…you know I think you can help me hack into the Kenyan State House network to see how politicians really think. I need more hits for my blog.
C: I already did. I was looking for…that’s classified. Some of them just play stupid. You should just drive me to the restaurant I want.
B: I don’t have a D.L.
(Just then, her cell phone rings)
C: Sorry. It’s Jack. You need to leave.
B: Me it’s supposed to be you. Si you have a restaurant to go to.
(Her hands extend menacingly towards me and she bangs my head on the table. The next thing I remember is being woken up by the kibanda manager. She shows me a note that Cloey left-“I did not enjoy our date but you can track me via satellite if you want me to hack into a worthwhile system like the Pentagon”. Of course I don’t know how to do this but I’ll learn!)