I'm just spit balling here...

Happy new year all you party people!!!!

unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, the world did not end. i always hoped the world would end while i was alive. i mean why would i want to be dead and then when i come back I'll be all zombie looking and weird and the hot guy whom i liked will be there and he'll be seeing me as a corpse with half eaten liver and fairly weird looking brain juice seeping out of my mouth. and because i would be a zombie, i would try to say something to him and it would come out all...arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh...baga booga bagdlsikirkrighn...gskgkjgjusopwoihvcn..wklj.

Exactly.

i was seated in a matatu today and i was thinking about one of those traffic rules that have come up of late in Kenya. it was the one that says we pedestrians will pay a hefty fine if found not using a footbridge. 

my thoughts were this. the footbridge that leads to the matatus that i use to go home, is miles away from the stage itself. it also happens to be in front of a very active police station. i don't want to walk miles to a footbridge. i don't even know what distance a mile is without looking at Google. why would i want to subject my sexy bod to that kind of pressure? am i on a drug high?

i played a scenario in my head. I'm busy crossing the road and then suddenly i hear someone shout, "msichana! stop right there!!!"

this is where my Angelina Jolie kicks in! 

There is no way in hell i am stopping because a police man/woman wants to arrest me. no sirree! Wairimu will remember her athletic days and break into a sprint. she will ran away...fast. Only problem is CID is waiting for me. the cop could radio in, but I'm a fast thinker. Jump the Karura forest gate and suddenly my animal instincts.

I've watched hunger games...[because TV has all the answers *wink]. i know how to survive in the forest...I'd be there for days in a tree. avoiding berries, painting my skin green and brown to camouflage with my surroundings using, a special plant that i just made up.

and after seven days of hardcore survival...I'd finally get out and take matatu home...and be gone with the wind...having dramatic survivor stories to tell and knowing full well how to use a bow and arrow and thus enter the life of crime fighting...

or, i could just not get caught and enter the matatu and go home...it seemed to work today... =)