where angels fear to tread

every day when i wake up, in campus especially, i always have a hard-on ... i know that this is a pretty ridiculous thing to say but if you do not let out some things in a blog where will you ever let them out ... this has made me seek for very ingenious solutions when it comes to walking to the bathroom ... my friend/neighbour caught me the other day and after laughing at me (it was more of a rib-cracking guffaw) said that i had to much 'passion' in my blood and that it was time i got laid

now,there was this former neighbour who used to get his freak-on almost every hour or so ... it comes as a hard surprise that he could still walk after all that ... may be he was on 'kukumanga' or something (if you do not know what that is then you never went to a kenyan high school) ... nways, it was pretty disgusting to hear their moans and all especially when the rest of the 'wingers' were trying to do something more sensible like holding a prayer meeting and a bible study ... and then there was the 'exile' thing that had his roommate locked out every evening ... his roommate was another freak who never minded where he was so long as it was not in his own dig ... he loved hovering around sniffing for free things ... inviting himself whenever there was tea or coffee and taking the cups with which he was served the drinks as mementoes ... he freaked out my roommate one time ... my roomie had gone to the loo and came back to find the dude dead asleep in his bed ... yes, inside his sheets and all ... my roomie was a nice fella, who prayed his rosary daily, in fact he seemed so much holier-than-thou that i used to wonder if his beloved rosary was carved straight from the thigh bones of St. Mary Magdalene ... but that day he dropped that 'good lad' facade and let out a darker of his character that i never wish to see-again!

in campus, people always have problems with their roommates ... there is this girl-buddy of mine(excuse the kenyan english) who had a 'mlokole' roommie in first year ... she too suffered from a different type of 'exile' ... the one in which peeps would be praying hard for the delivery of souls in your room till 4 the next day that you would have to fall asleep elsewhere ... the girl-buddy (let us call her Susan and let the 'savedy' roomie be Angela, so Susan got so disgusted that she wrote a note to angela to stop being ludicrous and being the good christian that she was, be concerned that she susan should get a good nine hours of sleep in her own bed as is required ... the situation was quickly remedied

then(i have to shift to a different paragraph for it is a long story) came second year ... angela who had been to saved for her own good decided to beat the devil at his own game ... now susan again began to hold onto the small end of the stick when it came to finding the comfort of her own bed and this time it was no longer because of prayers or anything but because of endless shagging sessions that angela began to dutifully host ... susan had too look for a single room and angela was left to her own affairs ... angela is a campus nut-case now ... the girl that you do not want to be spotted with in your own room at odd hours

at least for moi i have my own private room after all that drama ... it gives me time to do my own crazy stuff although i miss my former roomie's cups of masala tea that he used to surprise me with every afternoon ... i have started exercizing in my own room ... stretching my limit of push-ups by the day ... i can now manage 30 without breathing to hard and i want to go all the way upto 100 ... my leg raises are also coming good ... i just want to build on my upper body mass because i believe it is healthy and am always eager to try out new exercise routines that i discover on the net, tv etc ... and as for the hard-ons, well i do not believe getting laid is the answer ... am a good lad remember!