(To wolfman02: in this chapter I will see wewe and be walking to you, our conversation will take place in trip to Hastings part 2 au chapter 8)
the strange visit was something else and all to soon the memory of what i had to do and where i had to go tomorrow loomed; the last siku of summer was hanging over our heads and tomorrow was the last chance for a while where me and Crystal could be alone and relax and so we decided to go to hastings to see my aunt and perhaps experience some romance on the beach.
The siku ended on the low with the worry of the monstrous mbwa mwitu reaping at out minds and kitanda was a very much needed respite for our barely coping thoughts. cuddled up on the kitanda i could see kwa looking in to Crystals eyes that she was scared and the best i could do to reassure her was say "he will not touch while i am around! know that all right!" and with that i pulled her closer and gave her a big wet kiss good night and gently drifted off into sleep with the worry building up on my shoulders like an extreme 2 ton weight.
The night was long and dificult to handle, the awkward humidity squeezing sweat out of my roasting form and Crystal
right inayofuata to me struggling to get some well deserved sleep of her own. As the night died away and the moon made its swan song; murdered kwa the light of the sun that shone over the horizon cutting the sky in half across the landscape. Crystal and i awoke with the sun shining brightly in our eyes and our bodies close in heat sharing vicinity. we basked in the anticipation of the siku ahead of us; a journey we couldn't wait for; not only to see my great aunt but to take part in the national pirate siku where pirates from all over the world were
celebrated with grog and hats and enormous ships docking in the hasting harbours.
Me: " come on upendo we got a long siku ahead of us!"
crystal: " (yawn) ok, give me a sekunde to wake up!"
Me: "i wonder where wolfman is today......., i don't know why i alisema that, just some bila mpangilio question!"
Crystal: " wewe are random, full stop! ha-ha"
the siku was promising to be a good one; it would certainly be better than the night we had. our aching legs were painful whilst pushing against the soft carpeted floor but this made no difference to the pain. We rose from the kitanda like flesh degraded zombies fresh from the grave and we got ready; we cleaned out teeth and showered and i brushed Crystals fur, manyoya (all over XD) and met downstairs ready to wait for my grandparents arrival.
Breakfast of sugar puffs was unwanted first thing in the morning as i still felt strangely groggy from the night before, the fluids churning round in my stomach like an acidic washing machine. we waited for what seemed like forever for my grandparents new grey nissan almera to rear its shining head lights and after an saa of waiting it was here large as life right in front of me calling me and Crystal and the rest of my family to its comfy seats.
Calling to us from across the garden from the drivers kiti, kiti cha was my grandad; a lively old soul that is physically and mentally 10 yrs. Younger than he is supposed to be and sitting in the back kiti, kiti cha waving cheerily was my dear old nan; a very slow person who is very intelligent and wise and could have been a politician if she were aliyopewa the chance but still wouldnt say
boo to a goose. We walked on quickly over to the car (not before calling shotgun for the front passenger seat) and I agreed for crystal to sit on my lap....during a bumpy journey....the thought made me excited and I couldn't wait to start the journey to feel her bump around on my lap while listening to fast paced metal music.
We popped the kiti, kiti cha ukanda around us and I wrapped us in it tight incase of an accident and so the headphones on my I-pod would reach. Grandad started up the car and the revs were sweet sounds to my ears as this meant we were away
to hasting.
The journey took a mwepesi, teleka and quick beginning as we left early enough to avoid the morning motor way rush. The road was smooth underneath while on the motorway and the disturbing image of tankers of gasoline getting to close to the car haunted my mind. To ease our minds I shared some headphones with Crystal and plugged them into the iPod touch and shuffled my favourite metal playlist. The first song to appear was van halen cover of pretty woman which was ironic when I thought about it as there was one sitting in my lap right now silently watching the vast world go kwa out of the shining car window.
The set orodha went on from mbwa mwitu to Metallica to disturbed and Alter bridge; all a collection of my favourite songs and my favourite artists all rolled into one. ( here I will have one song from each of the bands)
MASTER OF PUPPETS:
SONG:
link
LYRICS:
link
MISTRESS:
SONG:
link
LYRICS:
link
MR. TWISTED:
SONG:
link
LYRICS:
link
ISOLATION:
SONG:
link
LYRICS:
link
The journey was so much zaidi worth while when we ended up going into those bumpy country streets; crystal bouncing up and down upon my lap and what was growing within. This mixed with heavy metal from the earphones would have been an excellent sexual opportunity if it weren't for my family in the car. The nearer we got to Hastings the better the weather became: the sunnier, the brighter and the less rainy it became and this gave me a good omen for the day. It wasn't long since we got to Hastings that I realised it definitely was national pirate day: gangs of people and parades a plenty galavanting down the high streets imba chanty songs and swilling grog as though the costumes controlled their personalities.
We reached a quiet part of Hastings in a hilled cul-de-sac where my great aunty joy lived. A wonderful old lady with a kind and gentle nature who made the best matunda cake I had ever tasted. Her cancer scare over the weeks of the summer holiday made me think I would never see this loveable old lady again but as well as being gentle she is a fighter and she destroyed the cancer and all it's terrible natures.
Standing at the door ready to see us was great aunty joy with a smily jolly face to greet us to this gracious abode.
Joy: "well hello everyone, oooo who is this.....a new pet?"
i had to bite my tongue, i didn't want to shout at such a sweet person. i told her out straight who Crystal was and her reaction shocked me.
Joy: "well as long as wewe are happy that is the main thing, wewe two look so right together." she smiled and got her things for the beach, pwani and the pirate festival down at the coast.
the little drive to the coast was soul zapping, the sun beat down on to our heads and the combined body heat of us all was destroying us as every twist and turn was like getting closer to hell.
We reached the coast happy to be out of the car and to feel the warm sea air on our skin and fur. the sound of the waves crashing against the pebble beach, pwani was so relaxing, like a plane going over head when your in kitanda of a night time. we all carried the stuff like parasols and wind breaks and chakula and little snacks like hob nobs au walkers crisps.
???: hujambo metal, wewe got a spare kiti, kiti cha for me and rose?!"
behind me there was a voice that i had never heard before, but the name rose sounded very familiar and for them to call me metal they could only be from fanpop.
i look round to see wolfman behind me giving rose a piggy back ride across the beach, pwani towards me. he was panting after running and i could tell already that this trip to hastings was already very worth while.
the strange visit was something else and all to soon the memory of what i had to do and where i had to go tomorrow loomed; the last siku of summer was hanging over our heads and tomorrow was the last chance for a while where me and Crystal could be alone and relax and so we decided to go to hastings to see my aunt and perhaps experience some romance on the beach.
The siku ended on the low with the worry of the monstrous mbwa mwitu reaping at out minds and kitanda was a very much needed respite for our barely coping thoughts. cuddled up on the kitanda i could see kwa looking in to Crystals eyes that she was scared and the best i could do to reassure her was say "he will not touch while i am around! know that all right!" and with that i pulled her closer and gave her a big wet kiss good night and gently drifted off into sleep with the worry building up on my shoulders like an extreme 2 ton weight.
The night was long and dificult to handle, the awkward humidity squeezing sweat out of my roasting form and Crystal
right inayofuata to me struggling to get some well deserved sleep of her own. As the night died away and the moon made its swan song; murdered kwa the light of the sun that shone over the horizon cutting the sky in half across the landscape. Crystal and i awoke with the sun shining brightly in our eyes and our bodies close in heat sharing vicinity. we basked in the anticipation of the siku ahead of us; a journey we couldn't wait for; not only to see my great aunt but to take part in the national pirate siku where pirates from all over the world were
celebrated with grog and hats and enormous ships docking in the hasting harbours.
Me: " come on upendo we got a long siku ahead of us!"
crystal: " (yawn) ok, give me a sekunde to wake up!"
Me: "i wonder where wolfman is today......., i don't know why i alisema that, just some bila mpangilio question!"
Crystal: " wewe are random, full stop! ha-ha"
the siku was promising to be a good one; it would certainly be better than the night we had. our aching legs were painful whilst pushing against the soft carpeted floor but this made no difference to the pain. We rose from the kitanda like flesh degraded zombies fresh from the grave and we got ready; we cleaned out teeth and showered and i brushed Crystals fur, manyoya (all over XD) and met downstairs ready to wait for my grandparents arrival.
Breakfast of sugar puffs was unwanted first thing in the morning as i still felt strangely groggy from the night before, the fluids churning round in my stomach like an acidic washing machine. we waited for what seemed like forever for my grandparents new grey nissan almera to rear its shining head lights and after an saa of waiting it was here large as life right in front of me calling me and Crystal and the rest of my family to its comfy seats.
Calling to us from across the garden from the drivers kiti, kiti cha was my grandad; a lively old soul that is physically and mentally 10 yrs. Younger than he is supposed to be and sitting in the back kiti, kiti cha waving cheerily was my dear old nan; a very slow person who is very intelligent and wise and could have been a politician if she were aliyopewa the chance but still wouldnt say
boo to a goose. We walked on quickly over to the car (not before calling shotgun for the front passenger seat) and I agreed for crystal to sit on my lap....during a bumpy journey....the thought made me excited and I couldn't wait to start the journey to feel her bump around on my lap while listening to fast paced metal music.
We popped the kiti, kiti cha ukanda around us and I wrapped us in it tight incase of an accident and so the headphones on my I-pod would reach. Grandad started up the car and the revs were sweet sounds to my ears as this meant we were away
to hasting.
The journey took a mwepesi, teleka and quick beginning as we left early enough to avoid the morning motor way rush. The road was smooth underneath while on the motorway and the disturbing image of tankers of gasoline getting to close to the car haunted my mind. To ease our minds I shared some headphones with Crystal and plugged them into the iPod touch and shuffled my favourite metal playlist. The first song to appear was van halen cover of pretty woman which was ironic when I thought about it as there was one sitting in my lap right now silently watching the vast world go kwa out of the shining car window.
The set orodha went on from mbwa mwitu to Metallica to disturbed and Alter bridge; all a collection of my favourite songs and my favourite artists all rolled into one. ( here I will have one song from each of the bands)
MASTER OF PUPPETS:
SONG:
link
LYRICS:
link
MISTRESS:
SONG:
link
LYRICS:
link
MR. TWISTED:
SONG:
link
LYRICS:
link
ISOLATION:
SONG:
link
LYRICS:
link
The journey was so much zaidi worth while when we ended up going into those bumpy country streets; crystal bouncing up and down upon my lap and what was growing within. This mixed with heavy metal from the earphones would have been an excellent sexual opportunity if it weren't for my family in the car. The nearer we got to Hastings the better the weather became: the sunnier, the brighter and the less rainy it became and this gave me a good omen for the day. It wasn't long since we got to Hastings that I realised it definitely was national pirate day: gangs of people and parades a plenty galavanting down the high streets imba chanty songs and swilling grog as though the costumes controlled their personalities.
We reached a quiet part of Hastings in a hilled cul-de-sac where my great aunty joy lived. A wonderful old lady with a kind and gentle nature who made the best matunda cake I had ever tasted. Her cancer scare over the weeks of the summer holiday made me think I would never see this loveable old lady again but as well as being gentle she is a fighter and she destroyed the cancer and all it's terrible natures.
Standing at the door ready to see us was great aunty joy with a smily jolly face to greet us to this gracious abode.
Joy: "well hello everyone, oooo who is this.....a new pet?"
i had to bite my tongue, i didn't want to shout at such a sweet person. i told her out straight who Crystal was and her reaction shocked me.
Joy: "well as long as wewe are happy that is the main thing, wewe two look so right together." she smiled and got her things for the beach, pwani and the pirate festival down at the coast.
the little drive to the coast was soul zapping, the sun beat down on to our heads and the combined body heat of us all was destroying us as every twist and turn was like getting closer to hell.
We reached the coast happy to be out of the car and to feel the warm sea air on our skin and fur. the sound of the waves crashing against the pebble beach, pwani was so relaxing, like a plane going over head when your in kitanda of a night time. we all carried the stuff like parasols and wind breaks and chakula and little snacks like hob nobs au walkers crisps.
???: hujambo metal, wewe got a spare kiti, kiti cha for me and rose?!"
behind me there was a voice that i had never heard before, but the name rose sounded very familiar and for them to call me metal they could only be from fanpop.
i look round to see wolfman behind me giving rose a piggy back ride across the beach, pwani towards me. he was panting after running and i could tell already that this trip to hastings was already very worth while.
