khisimusi
my memories of christmas growing up back home came back to haunt me today. mad rushes through shop after shop looking for the perfect bargain to spend your christmas 'money', piling into the car(s) for our family pilgrimage to the rurals, watching 'them' slaughter the goat whilst all you did was hold the leg with all your might, wondering how you'd spend the 20c (two bhobho, bhoyi) your grandmother just gave you and enjoying inch-thick slices of bread with dollops of Sun jam. the idea of a santa was so foreign.
i've just come back from a christmas party at this palatial home - a nige-zimbo home. that house! that house! it's in a gated community in the middle of nowhere with spectacular views. the grounds were so immaculate, beautiful hill with mossy rocks. and as you stand from that hill you can see Eddie Murphy's house! okay, i soon got the hint and knew my place. eight foot waterfall into the hot tub was the cherry on the khekhe. ah, man! why did i have to see that real estate.
i met a good number of people. sims was around and so we got to speak a lot of nonsense. also met a whole load of zimbos and nigerians. i introduced myself to this lovely lady with a strong american drawl in black pants and a red top; she said, "my name is Plaxedis." i didn't bother asking where she was from. i already knew. [inside joke - between you and i: i've beeen holding in this laughter all evening and i shall now roll on the floor and laugh uncontrollably. that was a very awkward moment for me]
i've just come back from a christmas party at this palatial home - a nige-zimbo home. that house! that house! it's in a gated community in the middle of nowhere with spectacular views. the grounds were so immaculate, beautiful hill with mossy rocks. and as you stand from that hill you can see Eddie Murphy's house! okay, i soon got the hint and knew my place. eight foot waterfall into the hot tub was the cherry on the khekhe. ah, man! why did i have to see that real estate.
i met a good number of people. sims was around and so we got to speak a lot of nonsense. also met a whole load of zimbos and nigerians. i introduced myself to this lovely lady with a strong american drawl in black pants and a red top; she said, "my name is Plaxedis." i didn't bother asking where she was from. i already knew. [inside joke - between you and i: i've beeen holding in this laughter all evening and i shall now roll on the floor and laugh uncontrollably. that was a very awkward moment for me]
mapencils, i hope that at the very least you kept a straight face when you met Plaxedis.
Ps has the m'saladi league leader named the poodle yet? because Plaxedis was an option...
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10:45 am, December 28, 2005