hehehehehe! Typical Hamellicano Kwiinyans
Obsessed with medical issues shpaaaaaa because Pfizer and Big Pharma have bombarded your screens with so many medical ads (to sell their drugs) that you can't see life through any other prism
Who says we will live forever
?
Kwinyans are dying like rodents in Tattered States of America from both natural and unnatural causes
Hapa we take it easy. No hurry in Africa.
Ka-lunch is a 1 hr affair full of social bonding even for some of us who ndon't drink
Njonjo lived to be 100. Most middle class and above Kwiinyans live beyond 80 with organic food and tizi (Njonjo used to do 7 pool laps plus treadmill per day.
The reduced stress quotient in Kwiiinya is also a huge bonus. Majuu hauna hamani
and you know it.In hamellica with all your self-admitted air porrution, carcinogens in everything, asbestos, High Fructose Corn Syrup, GMOs not to mention a plethora of ndawasn dawas njwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii even for a hiccup, life there is like playing Lussian Loullette.
Add the pervasive racism
Sorry to say it, but in TSA one will never achieve their full potential,
If one can qualify to be a VP of finance of JP Morgan hapo, they are overqualified for Prez hapa, yet they wil never even be a sweeper in the White House hapo - ever!
And about corrruption, who says Hamellica has law and order and no corruption?
One must be living on another planet to believe so;
https://www.jstor.org/stable/40389524Hamellica is an illusion my brodas
Just make your lucre hapo and return home, baba. Then thank me later.
As I've said umpteen times; Hamellica is nice when one is young and excited and wet behind the ears
The wise ones understand - as has been intimated so lustrously hapo juu by Kapcheptoror ;
"The best journeys are those that bring you full circle back home. :
I lemember when first enjoyed the Venice boardwalk a couple of decades ago. Used to jog hapo to lovely sunsets kraaaaaaa and thought I was really living the life
After a decade of doing so, and with age catching up it became very boring. Clubbing we did it pungulu pungulu pungulu from Freaknik to Club Nairobi in Deep Ellum (who remembers that long-shuttered place?
), to Nell's NYC - Mungu Ngai Pan am sure remembers that place, that place, that place I tells ya, as well las the tusungu clubs with their uncoordinated dancing to South Beach manenos and endless more. Then we aged out of that too. Then we saw a mbit of the kaundry mpaka those retirement spots you talk of to surfeit. Maney we made a bit of it. After that what else is left to do hapo TSA?
Add that it is corrapsing. Was watching this video jusi and was not surprised:
In fact the memories are the mbest part of my USA experience. They keep coming mback in delicious waves. Like the day my buddy and I did Vegas with these ngels, these ngels, these ngels that we knew I tells ya. Road trip from L.A in our mid twennies, shooting the breeze, taking life by the cojones. The Vegas strip is definitely not a boring place. After taking a chopper ride (dirt cheap those days) shweeeee (I remember circling the gleaming Stratosphere building from the air - below - shpaaaaa very beautiful). We ended up at the Wynn (is it still there?) and painted the town red mpaka 3am, ending up properly hammered sitting on the sidewalk with our beers in our hand on Las Vegas Blvd, twinkling lights hapo, The cops came buy and were asking us to move on and my mbuddy started shouting at them in swa. Isapite. We laughed until we cried.
I also miss the RCB days. Especially around 2003-2009 hapo. Tichitals galore full of mealy-mouthed urchin abuse were the norm. Njamriki pia was bad news. Until we young'uns started trolling him and dealt with him square squaa. Siku hizi tumekuwa jizee. Not sure if he is even alive any more, man.
Those were the ndays, my flend.
But even that gets old after your 40s
Come home in your own timing, blathees.
Ni hayo tu!