Pining For a 3 Year Old’s Attention

I love kids. The best part of that has to be the fact that they always love me back. Unrequited love is another hard situation. Kids are easy to please. Just get down to their level and engage. If they are still at the illegibly mumbling stage, I always just go ahead and engage back in natural human language. (Of course true child lovers in touch with their inner child will know the kid is actually making loads of sense. Those of you that have fully been assimilated into the growing up trap have lost your childhood magic, I maintain that I still have mine.)

Sam’s Jacket

Several moons back, as I was leaving work and headed home, I bumped into an old friend of mine, Sam. Dear old Friend. Sam and I were AIESEC Vice Presidents during the same term, albeit at different universities. We were in-charge of the same portfolio at our different universities, so we met relatively often at several events. Sam also went to high school in what happens to be the ‘brother school’ to my former school. (Who decides these things? That schools are now brothers and sisters? Who are their parents? Is Sam, and all other guys from my school’s brother school, now automatically in the friend zone? Brother zone? Does anyone know if that’s how these things work?) Point is, I know Sam from way back!

Haba na Haba Hujaza Kebabs…(My auto-correct is an idiot)

Why is my auto-correct an idiot? Well, like they say, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it’s stupid. Does this not definitively determine that my auto-correct is an idiot? Its one job, ONE JOB, is to make the people I am texting think I never err on grammar or spelling. More often than not, it introduces errors and makes me sound like an idiot. Let us not even start on the, perhaps the Kiswahili threw it off argument. I refuse. It is an artificial intelligence. It should pick up Kiswahili as well as it does English. I hope you are reading this auto-correct, I am disappointed.