Tuesday, 18th March, 2008 was a great day for
I learned a lot though from Mwangi Kiunjuri, especially about the Frensh Reforusion. (Reminds me of a certain pucher who of late has gone off radar. Not that I miss her though). Parliament that day reminded me of opening day in my early school. Lots of hugs, kisses, animated prattle……... good old days. But beyond opening day and dozing in class, we have nothing else in common with my leaders. Oh! and the monos! I picked out a few wide-eyed monos in parliament. In my school we were not packed on benches like sardines. One bench sat two, a boy and a girl. Our classes were spacious and well ventilated. The contractor forgot to come back and fix doors and windows, leaving huge gaping spaces instead. At the risk of sending them deeper into slumber, I suggest that our parliamentarians borrow a leaf from our Tanzanian neighbours who make their laws atop comfortable swivel chairs. Or
A girl is allowed to deviate from matters of great national importance to appreciate a well dressed Prime Minister Designate. I’m no fashionista but in my view, Raila Amolo Odinga looked hot! If you thought colour pink is all cotton candy, bubble gum and babies, think again. There is something alluring about pink. Maybe that’s because psychologically it is known to have a calming effect. In fashion land, a man who wears pink exudes confidence, yet is sensitive. By combining pink with a dark, well tailored suit (probably fedexed straight from Armani headquarters), Raila did his upcoming position justice. I’ve since forgiven him for wearing ugly socks to the beach a few weeks back. No comparisons here but if we made Michuki’s wife apologize for his torn socks, Ida deserves Kudos for Agwambo’s elegance. She may have saved the tax payer a state sponsored stylist for the PM.
I wish I could have equally rosy words for all other Members some of whom deserve a bed in the fashion casualty ward.
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