I have been contemplating suing the government in the past few days for exposing me to situations that are likely to cause ulcers. I wonder how my subjects in dreamland would react were I to be reincarnated as Aden Duale – their demons would be in trouble. Especially if I happened to meet another noble reincarnation that takes the shape of Justin Muturi; I mean it would be one of those teams you would not beat, not because we are unbeatable but because our words and actions would send you straight to the surgeons desk for a quick operation to remove a new lymph node…or you would most probably discover the magic of the bar. In such moments, as you would already have known, I take my dreamland siesta to seek solutions in the world yonder. Never mind it is just past 1pm, it is the perfect time for my foray in to my own fiefdom.
If my dream was to begin from the middle, you would miss mundane stuff that I do not want to tell you like how I reacted to the invitation from Potus to attend the US-Africa Summit. I usually think that this guy is quite overrated, I have new acquaintances in the East and I don’t even give a damn what he does to me. I forgive but I never forget, especially when the actions are meant to demean me and my people, and my generations to come. They will read about how he never even just made a call to say that he was at the neighbour’s. Who the hell do Americans think they are?
However, as I was rereading the invitation for the fourth time in twenty minutes and verifying the signature to just make sure it was not a forged document
