GANSTERS ATTENDED HIGH END ACADEMIES

Picture a geek,snob,nerd,with al lthe education an institution of higher learning can offer,but with no job.Mutahi Ng’unyi quipped that D students help A students get jobs from C students.I couldn’t agree more.Growing up Ive reaalised that life is all about connections,that its races are not won by the swiftest but by those swiftest to create game changing deals with the antidoping agencies.These geeks are perfectionists who think that life is fair and that corporate jobs will come running after them.After all,they are smarter than the CEO.

Perfectionists who attended Kilimani Junior,proceeded to Riara,Hillcrest,Braeburn,Rift Valley Academy,wait…even Alliance high school and Maranda,have no time for those nuisances of peasant cousins from the village(who show up at the doors to their Runda homes with running noses) and proceed to entertain them(read bore) with stories about tea picking competitions in the village.Catch them dead handling jembes in the name of bonding with village folk.They can hardly speak dholuo,let alone Swahili,and touch evenings away at their ipads waiting for Kimani the chauffeur to ferry them back to the city.(And in a hurry too)Who in the world would miss the premier at IMAX of “Les Miserables” in the name of listening to how grandpa once cultivated yams so hard that the DC at the time invited him to his office?

Tragedy happens when auctioneers cart away everything,including the plasmas(sobs*) cause dad recently discovered gambling after feeling bored,or mum got a mysterious illness that has got the family calling even the “mganga wa Zanzibar” numbers,milking even the secret Swiss accounts dry.You are left with a 19,20-ish  young man who looks at the probox,the vitz,and shakes his damn head.Dont forget that his father trained him at his custom-made rifles imported all the way from Germany.What you finally have is the smartest marksman alive who doesn’t don a military outfit.He has no assassin’s creed either.The money hungry dude can fire a warning shot so ingeniously that Moses Wetangula eventually buys the story that it was a billboard that hit his car.