A break from the maddening Kenyan politics would be equally refreshing. Take Ann's story for example. Ann is a beautiful, voluptuous middle class woman working for an international organization in Nairobi.
Ann lives the dream life most of us would pay both limbs just to have a taste. She lives in her own house located in the leafy suburbs west of Uhuru highway complete with a swimming pool.
Last Friday gorgeous Ann visited a gynecologist. On entering Dr. Kim's clinic, the urbane and blue-chip medic takes one look at the angel before him and all his professionalism deserts him by melting into the thin city air.
Into the consultation room, Dr. Kim tells Ann to undress which she dutifully does. After disrobing the good doctor begins to explore (stroke) her thighs. In the process he asks his patient "Do you know what I'm doing?"
"Yes," she says, "you're checking for any abrasions or dermatological abnormalities."
"That's right," says Dr. Kim. He then begins to seize (actually fondle) her pair of roundly-shaped breasts. "Do you know what I'm doing now?" he asks.
"Yes," the woman says, "you're checking for any lumps of breast cancer."
"That's right," replies the doctor. Overcome by his libido and unable to control himself any longer with all the professionalism now a rumour, Dr. Kim begins to have his way with Ann. And in the process he asks her, "Do you know what I'm doing now?"
"Yes," she says. "You're getting herpes."
Moral of this story is that poison comes wrapped in sweeteners and you must respect your profession no matter the temptations. Whatis more? Let the our projections beautify the body but at no time should we let their expansion be the basis of our reasoning.