To the mouth of the crocodile

This was not one of the missions we would intend to accomplish. No matter how adventurous we are there is a high likelihood that we would not even desire to attempt it. I call it the journey to the crocodiles mouth. I try to explore the possibility of having some bit of fun but the sharp edges of its teeth just assure me i will end up soaked in blood. Their large number of teeth guarantee me assurance of all my bones being ground into pieces. This is a matter of life and death and truth be told i hope i will be like Jonah. Can this crocodile vomit me in the deep ocean. i have to go in there . For their sake i must do it. But this makes me a sacrificial lamb. To some extent this is the price i have to pay. Why are we Kenyans like this??? Kukwepa jukumu is our favorite tact. With that we just evade our problems. i am very very very scared. if he does not chew me alive, i hope he can vomit me out there. Now i thought he was the crocodile but i was wrong i just met head on with the cobra. He has an I don't care attitude. The one that makes u feel like you will strangle somebody. i felt like doing that to him. That's not my problem. That's a porblem of yours. Talk of bad Tuesdays.... i may comfortably say i don't care but i do and well it hurt. Real hard. If this does not get to you through my words of mouth, you can get it better expressed through written words. I can engrave them on stone.