Gone are the days when as a young boy, your only influence growing up was a group of old men who had outlived their usefulness (as worriors and hunters) and were relegated to lounging under Mugumo trees, drinking intoxicants and regaling us with tales of their Glory days. Now we have TV, Radio, and these damn blogs.
So I wake up again this morning! Late, with the taste of that delicious nyam-chom from D'Errico's, the Brazillian place downtown, still in my mouth only not so delicious 11 hours later. Late partly b'coz I stayed up late lending a sympathetic ear(eye) to my friend Crys till the wee hours of the morn, and partly b'coz I left my alarm(cellie) in the livingroom last night; effectively waking all but self on time.
So I have to wait till roomie and roomie's guest take their showers and their time while at it. By the time I get in the shower, I barely have 2 minutes of warm water left and just as well coz in fifteen I ought to be sitted at my desk working. So am in there turning the faucet when I remember what one Kelitu had to say about male hygiene... and in that two minutes I scrub scrub scrub away, and curse and scrub till the water gets tepid and my employee concience kicks me out.
Twenty minutes later I stroll into the breakfast buffet but nobody seems to notice that I am looking cleaner than normal.... in fact the big boss just asks if I plan on putting down on my timesheet that I was 15 minutes late... and I join the rest in the laughter.
But I do notice; the collar of my shirt is gliding smoother on my neck, I can finally sense a breeze in the area of my belly button, my scrotum is not sticking to my boxers and I can hardly sit down coz my ass aches so.
All this trouble for a girl who is at best five states removed; I doubt very much she will be inspecting my nethers today. So Kelitu, you can bet your last Geisha soap that I will be skipping tomorrow's shower.