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Wairimu's story had me thinking of my own quarantine experience which has been the opposite of  glamorous to say the least.I have honestly never been home this long and I'm proud to say its a pretty pleasant place.

When the son of Jomo decreed schools closure I was quite elated for a free holiday which I never get (thank you very much DEKUT) .Had I known it was going to turn out to be an early retirement, I'd definitely have saved some of the excitement for my actual retirement if I may. As you may already know its near impossible to tell a monday from a Sunday everyday is pretty much the same. Wake up sleep eat repeat kinda like a very fattening vortex.

With all the free time I decided to try something new and exciting step forward social engineering. It basically is the basis of that movie stuff I'd told you about. It was quite fascinating and surprisingly easy so it seemed. I was dead sure I had the hang of it but kwa ground vitu zilikua different(the experience was different). What I'm trying to say is, from how I see it , I was doing great at it but my laptop wasn't. Anyway, it soon became clear that I really couldn't do much without Wi-Fi so I was forced into a hiatus . Which sucked by the way.

I  also recently had an epiphany. If you just eat and after eating you eat again and have no physical activities whatsoever turns out you get fat,  who knew?. With no intentions of going to the slaughter house like ever, I  challenged myself to a 30 day work out plan. I had everything planned out to the letter. Armed with those fancy home work out apps, began the journey Long story short I completed the challenge based on the solid fact that my month apparently has three days but thats not important. Just a heads up if you haven't seen me in a while I'm light-skinned now.

Now 6th of June was a day to remember for multiple reasons. Almost all of us thought it was going to be parte after parte. Meme lords didn't disappoint as graced us with their craft in plenty before kamwana did us dirty. The sherehes that were to go down weep for us. 

Not to state the obvious but its been a rough couple of months for the entire nation as the virus has been in a tyrannic mood ruling with unmitigated hubris and the proverbial iron fist. Going into quarantine day 14855785578500 stay sane. 


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