Ondiek surgically dissecting his mbuta like it's his last meal on earth, Omundu panickedly searching the bowl for the last imondo hoping beyond hope that the wageni didn't get it, Musyoka doing his best impression of a rainbow on a blackie with about 50 stickers, these things only a Kenyan would know.
That I have fond memories of a black dude called Fred Obachi Machoka, that I can swear Kenchic has the best chicken and chibaz in the world, that I will be forever be indebted to KTN for saving me from "Plot 10" and "Weekly Review" reruns, these things make me proud to be a Kenyan.
That every year around Dec, I am the stuff that goat nightmares are made of , that I get an irresistible urge do to a Rare Watts impression every time I see a dance floor, that my neighbour had a dog called Simba and Chui and a cat called Hezekiah, these things make me truly Kenyan.
The Harambees, the Hanyes. The beautiful chics. The Showbiz, the Sheng. The beautiful chics. The Families, the Food. and oh yeah, the beautiful chics (Kenyan women have won, why lie).
I wouldn't trade my Red, Green and Black for any purple, blue, brown, pink or yellow.
I wouldn't trade my K, B and W for the whole blogosphere.
I love Kenyans. I love being a Kenyan. I love being me.
good onya mate