Life of a hustler,Life of a gambler..

You know Sundays.Long.Boring.Random aunts and uncles from god-knows -where show up.People get saved.People who dont usually pray do so on sundays.It's also the day you wake up with a 4 day hangover or the day you wake up in someone else's bed and you go like ''Christ,what the hell did I do?!!!!"Or if you had beef with your boss Sunday is the day you spend the whole day trying to explain yourself on Monday.Or maybe you broke up with you boyfriend/girlfriend over the weekend who happens to be your schoolmate,you stand infront the mirror for hours practising expressions for 'just in case he looks my way'.(Though 98% of the time your face crumbles and you feel dead and deflated.)Sunday is also that day you can stare at the wall for hours without thinking about anything at all.I guess that is why it's called reflection Sundays.Anyway,to the point,my day hasnt been that tragic.It has turned out to be ...uuummmm...wise.I guess.So,I was dead bored.Bored to extinction,and too lazy to pick up any book with challenging content.No challenging material;I settled for Carroll's Alice In Wonderland.A book i have crammed word by word.(for real.cool,ay?).Then I came to the really thought-provoking part of the book...

`Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. `Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'

`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.

`I don't much care where--' said Alice.

`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.

`--so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.

`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'

The lesson from this ugly,weird,purple cat is obvious.Set your goals and do not look left or right.DO NOT DERAIL.Really?Really?Think about it.Is that possible in our 21st century?Ask any sober human being and they will tell you this:I want to be a doctor.That's my profession but I still want to collect and sell art,yeah?and also find time to visit my dairy farm in Kiambu.You see?Plan 1 2 3.Hustle!Unapopata nafasi ya kula,kula!(Utengano,1969) and you may never know what you may come across.As in,16 year-old Nyasha Matonhodze didn't know she would be the new face of Louis Vuitton!(I know you didnt know.LOL.).What I am trying to say is,it is only a stupid person who puts all his eggs in one basket.Anyway,that's what I think.What is your view?

First day nerves *gulp*

Nice...Now am a blogger.Trust me,I hadnt intended for this its just how my 2011 is going-Surprises at every turn.Some good others bad.Hoping for the best but expecting for the worst.Any BBS student at Strathmore could elaborate that for you :-D (Insider joke.dont laugh.).For real this blogging thing came as a shoker.It just came to me...The writting on the palace wall.LOL.Once upon a time i wanted to be a model.Shallow,ay?I used to walk past the mirror and go like ''Beyonce heads-up!!!".Anyway,that was before puberty struck and genes manifested =(.As usual,my brother is the one who shed light on the matter of curves and kilos in relation to modelling.seriously innverse relationship.
                     Let curves be C,tendency to model be T and kilos be K.
                        CK=m/T.*geek alert*

So,anyway,back to my brother..clearly going to him was a really bad idea.He broke my heart...I dont even know why I was stressing over it anyway,Blaise Mwaura wanted to be an astronaut.I PREFER SHALLOW MODEL DREAM TO RETARD-EINSTEIN WANNA BE!!!(yes hard feelings).In the end we do not always get what we want,we have to take no for an answer.sad,i know.However this does not mean that we should give up.If it was meant to be it will come back to you-(even vogue launched the vogue curvy edition for the not so skinny models..)-and if it doesnt,when a door closes a window opens.No retreat.No surrender.ok?Ask Robert Frost..

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference..

(Frost,1920)

 I  would lie that this great piece of art is mine if I wasnt writting for such an intelligent crowd,

Stay inspired,

xx.