End Of Campus Party - Buruu

It was a Monday. But not any other Monday. You know it's a special Monday because it's the last Monday before you start your exams. It's a Monday to be serious & start looking for class notes you didn't have. It's time to collect group works of other groups and study them. It's the last Monday before the last exams of my 8-4-4 education.

The seriousness expected on such Mondays is beyond the normal serious Monday at a court house. It's a Monday to step up your studying. It's a Monday to step up your copy-paste material & version. If it was version 1.013. It's time to shift to version 1.014. It's a generally serious Monday. But here we were, an End of Campus House Party and bonding.

This wasn't that normal house party. It wasn't that bring a mzinga for every 2 people you come with. It wasn't that house party. It was a family house party. It was about the family you've made throughout your 4 years or 3 years of your campus life. It was a neighborhood party. You cherish such parties because of that one neighbor.

That one neighbor that you once borrowed salt from. That one neighbor that you once borrowed sugar. That one neighbor that you once borrowed tea leaves. That one neighbor that you once borrowed a packet of condoms. That one neighbor that you once lit a spliff with. That one neighbor that you once had a boner for. That one neighbor that you once thought would look so much better with the lights off. That one neighbor.

We partied. It was lovely. We ate. We drunk. We laughed. It was a memorable party.

This post is dedicated to Biko (you are a badass at slaughtering chicken), Willy & his girl (mkiwa hakuna kupanic mambo na food), Martha (thanks for the kuku), Chege (always high but we never know what you're using), Eugene (thanks for the accommodation), Koi (nunua mattress refu kukushinda), Winnie (congratulations on obeying God's command; go to the world and multiply) ... and all other people I haven't mentioned. Thanks so much. I cherish such memories.

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Happy St. Patrick's Day; with memories

St Patrick's Day. Daaaaamn man. I don't even know where I'd start. This day is a special one. Very special to a certain species of human beings. It's a special day recognized by them saints. It's a special day for a Patrick. It's a special day for every St. Patrick's High School - Iten old-boy. (Alumni if you like.)

The first thing that hits me on this day is a whole collection of all the crazy memories I ever made in St. Patrick's High School - Iten. Commonly known as "Saints", we usually made a set of crazy memories. Year after year, every final class would make crazy memories, imprinted on their skins, hearts, minds etc. It was a time for us to make our own coded memories. It was our turn.

I remember the mahindi choma fest at the farm. That was a crazy day. Before we go any further, ever felt like whatever you simply did in high school requires a lot of weed or alcohol in the current world? Yeah, me too. Anyway, we visited the farm, found some mahindi 'mbichi ya maziwa'. Best mahindi choma. We roasted them and ran for our own lives away from the farm. Not because there were snakes or anything but because of being discovered by some teachers.

I remember eating special on all St. Patrick's Days during my stay at Saints. Year after year, we would take a break from the normal ugali + cabbage + coffee + avocado and eat something special. I have to warn that there are different definitions of special. Our special meal was rice + beans and maybe pork. That's a special meal for every 17th March. And we loved it. (Don't judge!) We ate & made stories. We talked for long, laughing at each others pork piece. We looked for those students with allergies and couldn't eat pork. We hunted for their pieces and quarrelled over their share. It was a crazy night every year. We would then go to sleep, happy to be a Saint.

I can't really say Saint Patrick's High School made all of us better but it built us from little kids to a family of brothers. Brothers that would live in peace. Brothers that would fight. Brothers that would unite & work. Brothers that would unite & sneak. Brothers that would be divided by academic performance. Brothers that would be united by football talk. We were true brothers. We were one family.

Just wanna wish y'all a marvelous St. Patrick's Day. Long live the green army.

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Dj Joe Mfalme is a fraud! A FRAUD!

“…ladies and gentlemen, the original, creator of the ******, SHE GONE DO HER THING, remember this forever. No one can do it better. You better recognize. SHE’S JUST GONE BLOW YOU AWAY! And you know this men! Men! Men!”and it continues.  

If you haven’t heard this by now then you are from the planet Pluto. The scratch (scratch being a dj term ) studded intro that has locally been known and perceived to be Mfalme’s  as fate would have it is not his.  It’s what writers would call plagiarism of the utmost insert adjective.

An American Dj by the name DJ SHORTEE came out guns blazing claiming Dj Joe Mfalme and Crème de la crème stole her intro. As Kenyans we defend our own. See the comments on her Facebook post. So I went on a run to get to the core and guess what. Joe is a FRAUD Crème is just a victim of circumstance.

 Dj Shortee Mix <<<<< listen to that and get any Joe’s mix that u have on your hard drive and compare. Let’s start by giving credit to where its due, Dj Joe Mfalme is a good editor if he does the editing that is. His mastery of Sony Acid the software he uses to produce the mix tapes cannot be questioned. Other than the “she” vocals that persist he does a pretty good job on it.

Take notes.

1.       This is theft

2.       Before you comment and expose your intelligence  or lack thereof do your research

3.       This is unbecoming of a Mfalme a respected person in the music industry.

4.       Dj Shortee is of her own class, take it from me when I say she is a legend, a master cancel all that she is the queen of the decks. Challenge if u can.

5.       If she were to sue hell would break loose.

There you have it. So what do you think? Should Kenyans expose Dj Joe Mfalme just like they did with Octopizzo, another fraud?

By @DjLorc

Dallas season 3, Blacklist e.t.c resuming.

I remember i sat with Dallas season and season 2 for a whole month before i decided to watch it. I knew it'll be the same old stories of Michael, Alejandro, Portia and Catherina crying for each other over sweet nothings. Then i decided to watch it and was immediately hooked. I cursed myself after that. The story developed so well I had to fix a night for the full season 2 marathon. It ended well, suspense was really high and we all prayed for season 3. It is here!
The backstabbing, two-timing, double-crossing drama kicks off it's third season with the Ewings on top, having defeated Cliff Barnes and taken over his company. The Ewings are united, with Sue Ellen planning a wedding for John Ross and Pamela. But solidarity among them can only last for so long.
The 1st episode is out and I'm sure it'll do everything to capture our attention and maintain it throughout the season.

Moving on, Blacklist also resumed with episode 14 on Monday. Coming up from episode 13, Liz helps Tom come to terms on their impending adoption while Red reveals that a woman from his past, Madeline Pratt, is the next target on the Blacklist. Elsewhere, at an elaborate party at the Syrian Embassy, Red convinces Liz to pull off a covert heist. This sounds like an awesome episode of heart and relationship matters but i bet the action won't be so much of that.

 In other news, Intelligence season 1 is at episode 8. This is a nice series, the Chuck type but less on the humor and funny scenes. It has almost the same action and plot as Blacklist. The Following is at season 2, episode 6. That's all for today.

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My 2 cents on Octopizzo (Or TI's "Black Star")

Alright, before we dive in, lemme briefly tell you about Lil Wayne's Dedication 5. Dedication 5 is the fifth installment of Lil Wayne's "Dedication" series, following its predecessors The Dedication, Dedication 2, Dedication 3 and Dedication 4. (I Wikipediad that btw). What Lil Wayne does is get instrumentals of recently 'awesome' tracks and do a freestyle. It leads to such a MIXTAPE. It was a really good one. I've never liked loved so many tracks in a single Lil Wayne MIXTAPE.

Moving on! Let's talk Octopizzo. The first thing that usually popped up is "He's illuminati". Not anymore. Anytime i hear Octopizzo I think of the fraud he is. Come on, you do too. He recently released an ALBUM on iTunes and that's a really clever move for business. We can't argue. But that "Black Star" track that he featured her daughter ... controversy. The original track was by T.I and Eminem. We all know that. Same beat same words. The 'Illuminati wannabe' (not my words) went ahead and let her daughter lip-sync the chorus like they are her own. I know, sad. I won't dwell much on that since everyone is now complaining about it. What if ... WHAT IF Octopizzo also never came up with original instrumentals? Maybe his ALBUM should be a MIXTAPE? #JustSaying.

My 2 cents on Jimmy Gait's "Makekes" up next

Top 20 Bangable Chics 2013

THE THIRST !!!!!

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23 ... and counting

" ... Pro athlete I'm not no wannabe, Waitress asked how many bottles? I said 23 ... "

This is part of the club banger '23' by Mike Will featuring Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J and the twerk ambassador, Miley Cyrus. Some 2 days ago I was seated in a cyber, making an extended version of the song and it's video, completely unaware that I'd be hitting 23 on my recent birthday. Awesome right? Anyway, I've never been a fan of making a fuss about birthdays but this I will:

1, it was the most boring, boring most birthday I've ever had. Reasons aren't really important.

2, this year has taught me a lot in terms of friends. I've lost friends to the angel of death and I've also lost friends, and not because they're dead. That's even sadder. I'm just glad I've met new people that actually mean something to me.

3, family is overrated. Unless they're your blood brothers & sisters, I don't really think you should care that much. I'll forever be grateful for family & my cousins to be specific, but if you're that good pretender of a family member, get off my case. But hey, I'm just speaking from my own experience. Maybe yours is better.

Now that I'm 23, it's time to go 'Pro Athlete' in every thing I'm involved. Relationships, family, career, friends and company etc etc. I'll probably start caring more about some people in my life and I'll stop caring about people that don't and will never notice that I've wasted my care on them. I'll probably love you more and show it, and I'll apologize for being a prick. I'll probably delete a few numbers from my phone to make room for new people I'm about to meet between my 23rd and 24th checkpoint in life. I wanna promise myself that I'll stop being lazy. I really wanna stop. Time to be Mr BusyMan. Time to go Pro.

This will be a long ass post if I don't stop here. Just to thank y'all who've seen me smile & frown, heard me laugh and curse, helped me up & pushed me to the ground, warned me about sukuma wiki between my teeth, reminded me of my open fly ... anyone that has helped me be me at 23. I thank you.