uptown downtown (misery's all the same)

It's official. If I never count stock again it'll be too soon! I was out on one all this
weekend, and it was apparently an exotic place - flower farm in naivasha. But as im
finding out, the exquisiteness (is that a word? hmm) of a place massively depends on the
reason you're visiting that place. Naivasha to Crayfish - rocking place. Rocking
weekend. Naivasha to count flowers - not so much! I swear we were doing that stuff all
night. They wait till 12AM to start the process (who does that?!?) and so as to preserve
freshness and all the rooms are temperature-controlled - 2 DEGREES!! You put on like all
the sheepskin in the world but still when you just go in like this it's windy so when
tears start chucking from your eyes its ice droplets. I kid you not!! Ok, I do, but it
was REALLY cold. That coupled with the fact that there was about a million flowers
distributed all over the country and did I mention it was one in the morning? OMG! Have
you ever gone back home and just wanted to collapse on your couch and realised you don't
have one yet coz this is your first month living on your own so you're still working on
the whole furniture thing? Yep, that was me. :( Then Monday morning I get a new email
from our office admin with an attachment - new schedule for stock counts in Dec. No
prizes for guessing who's on that list. Thrice! Altho in all fairness so is everyone
else. I guess misery really does love company. But either way, Murphy must have been a
very wise person.

Anyway, do you find it odd the way everyone is all US elections and how they won't go to
school/work/the bar on Wednesday if McCain wins (actually the sisters have remained
strangely silent on the subject of bars on Wednesday - turns out ladies' night [read
free entry] is quite addictive.. :) ). It's been happening every four years for two
hundred years, but apparently this year there's a twist - the boy we want to win comes
from here. I mean, seriously, who're we kidding?? HIS FATHER came from here. The boy
himself was once here for two weeks trynna trace his genealogy (I hear for his MBA
project) and all of a sudden Kogello is now being renamed Obamaville. That road has been
tarmacked all the way from the airport to the grandmother's house. Can you believe!??!
Anyway, Im not complaining about that one coz apparently it was done by the British
government(!) I just want all us people to get our heads out of the clouds, and realize
that that boy is an American citizen running at a time when his country is tumbling down to
the doldrums and there are american-grade problems for him to think about and so all
this camaraderie and warm feelings of kinship coming from us will probably remain very
one-sided. The way I see it, when he keeps talking about a father from Kenya, the point
is usually not supposed to be the "from Kenya" part, the way we'd like to believe, coz
he never misses to also mention "a mother from Kansas". The point he's usually trynna
make is parents from two different worlds. His father could have been from The Gambia,
and he'd still be telling the same story. I know victories are pretty hard to come by thisides and
we need to celebrate the few we get, but seriously, they need to be clear and present.
And REAL. But hey, that's just me.

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