It has been A WHILE since I last posted
here... especially while prompted by anything other than just pure necessity. I
have been busy ‘participating’ (References to ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’
never grow old.) so I haven’t had much time to muse and ponder. In hindsight I
should probably have taken a moment or two to think before plunging and
muddling through life... but such is life.
Until just about a fortnight ago I had a
whole four month vacation. It was the best time of my life... in such a twisted
way. I learnt a lot. For starters, I lost nearly all faith in humanity thanks
to this pregnant woman. I re-learnt how to wear my heart on my sleeve and live
life with reckless abandon. I turned twenty... and most importantly, I learnt
how to do ‘kange’ math.
You know, the kind where the conductor asks
you to give him extra coins on top of your fare so that he could return your
change in notes... that math. I am always left bewildered trying to crunch up
the numbers in my head yet it takes a conductor seconds. Yet yours truly is so
confident of her computation skills that she has added ‘plays at being actuary’
on her bio on twitter. Well, I finally know how to do ‘kange’ math, thanks to
working at my mom’s shop for the better part of the past four months. I had
also been studying for my CT1 Financial Math paper... but I’m still convinced
the shop keeping is to blame for making me the mental-math guru you now see
(read?)
I suppose I could have set out to ‘change
the world’ or ‘save the rhinos’ during my vacation. I should probably have set
out to earn some money, seeing as free Wi-Fi is just around the corner and I
still haven’t fixed Kyle’s screen. (I feel that this is the point where I add
my M-pesa pay bill number at the bottom of the page. C’mon people, what
happened to supporting the arts?) Instead, I settled for dishing out bundles of
health, packed in ¼, ½ and 1 kg packs of wimbi and mtama flour, to the good
people of Kamulu. As it is I am an expert in what ingredients are suitable for
making porridge for children of all age groups... an amateur nutritionists of
sorts. So, yeah... Baby mamas, baby daddies... if your baby babies get
malnutrition, don’t claim that I didn’t publicly offer my services on this
blog.
Now
I am back to the refreshingly geeky life of a student actuary... one who has to
rush to get her ID from a guard who claimed that she was ‘flimsily dressed’
yesterday. Flimsy, really? I suppose some of us still have a long way to go
before we can conquer the diverse vocabulary of the English language.
Yes, in Strath this is flimsy. |
Hahaha...that is flimsy:) Just kidding, lol Anyway nice blog as usual...happy you are participating.
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