Hey yol?Long time no write.Fact:I haven't updated this blog recently neither have I even visited this blog in the past weeks and I admit: I'm at fault. But being the obstinate man (or boy) I am, I have a perfect reason for it;Maintaining a blog daily ain't-I'm a black man!-an easy thing. When I started  this blog I was optimistic that I was going to update this blog daily,weekly if there was a country blackout that lasted a week.pretty ironic considering the fact that I'm writing a cynic journal.I should've known better. Maybe I'm a cynic at high school level and I'm yet to acquire my college cynic degree or even cynic masters. Nevertheless, I promise to the cynical few,the ones who refuse to see the light at the end of the tunnel but see a train coming from the opposite side,that I'll try to end what I began.

Had to add this here

So I’m sitted anxiously in-am proud to say-a plush restuarant waiting for my blind-date to arrive.Her lateness is not surprising at all;I have experienced this with a couple of ladies and I’ve already gotten used to it .A sassy waitress lurks around my table,and by the icy expression on her face,I can tell that she is clearly agitated by my reluctance to order.Fearing eviction from my strategically-positioned table near the dimly-lit corner,I beckon her and order a cold soft drink.After a few minutes, my drink arrives;my date is still a no-show.As I take a sip,I start wondering how my date(or non-date)looks like.Immediately,a homely(kind word for fugly)lady walks into the room,and her eyes rove across the room.I duck under the table and mumble curses under my breath.Peering over the edge of my table,I am able to see her,throw a glance at my corner.She glances away and smiles apparently to a person that I cannot make out.Beaming,she strolls to the other side of the restaurant.Heaving a sigh of relief,I sit up straight as I thank the Man above.That was a close call!
To be Continued…

May I have some more?

Tuesday morning...
Sunny and auspicious.Not for long. I'm headed to the gym for my 'daily workout'. I'm in high spirits and nothing i can think of can wipe the smile on my face. As I drive towards the basement  parking entrance a scrawny watchman sited idly by the entrance signals at me. As an obliging citizen, i gingerly stop  and open the car window. With an awkward grin on his face he asks for  a 50 bob ya soda'-which means 50 shillings to buy a soda or a cigarette telling by his brown-stained teeth.
Okay,I get it;
But I don't mean to sound immodest
I must look like I have the money due to the fact that I'm drivin a car but for Christ's sake I'm just a teen. I don't earn any money neither does money grow on me. Being the gentleman I am,I tell him that I don't have the money with me and I'll 'tip' him for his service tomorrow. I manage to do this politely and truthfully, for the first part only. 
Fast forward
After my 3-hour thorough workout, I'm spent and all I want is a shower. Unfortunately, the gym instructor doesn't agree with me and decides to rudely interrupt my ME time-as if me being half-naked isn't hint enough!I shoulh have probably worn a Do not disturb necklace. To make things worse, he has the gall to interrupt me and ask for 'kitu kidogo ya Lunch'-something small to by lunch.What luck! He earns money,i don't. The monthly gym subscription is obscenely high yet he wants me to butter his bread. If only people would stop taking advantage of Kenyans' hospitable nature,we would avoid these embarrasing moments.

TheGirl Not Taken

Two girls sprawled in bed looking good,
Sorry I could not take them both.
Being one man, long I stood
And checked out one as far as I could
Estimating her gluteal growth.

Then took the other with plastic hair
And having perhaps a little shame
Because she was tiny, no b**bs to bare
Though as for that the time spent there
Had proven their sexuality about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
in sheets so silky smooth and black.
Oh, I reserved the first for another day.
Yet knowing a good time goes a long way,
I doubted if she would ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh,
Somewhere nine months hither and hence.
Two women sprawled in bed, and I,
I chose the one who took the vasectomy lie.
I wish I had known the difference!

Entry One

Hello,my name is Mark and I'm a cynic. The fact that you have taken a break from your usual routine and graced this blog with your presence is proof enough of your Cynictude. I probably know what you thinking right now; It's cynicism not cynictude.Well I don't care,thats how cynical I am. Through this coming days,weeks,months,years,decades and centuries I'll try to,scratch that,I'll succeed in preaching my cynical gospel to the unlearned masses, recruiting some disciples along the way.
Side note: Doesn't cynical sound way cooler than pessimistic? So as a rude request,do not use the word pessismist or any of its derivatives in this blog. Have a cynical day,won't you?