THROW BACK.

                  NJAAnuary is still on and as usual people are still walking in the valley of  the shadow of ``brokeness".This is the month where most Kenyans sit down and remember with nostalgia how they ``ate" money as if it was fried during DecemBAR.So as I joined fellow sufferers to reminiscence the `good old days'(holidays) my mind took a trip down memory lane and I remembered an incident which occurred in December 2013. Some random story.

                I will not start by taking the already beaten path of `once upon a time ',instead I  will go straight and hit the nail on the nail or the thumb on the nail whichever it is.Here we go.

                I respect snakes. Any creature that can kill you within minutes deserves out most respect e.g:lion,elephant,Nyeri women e.t.c.Snakes are scaly,scary and legless creatures.God knows what would happen if snakes had legs or wings(or could read blogs!).

                  When I see a snake out there minding its own business I usually feign nonchalance and I won`t even dare lift a finger(or a rock) unless I suspect it supports Manchester United Football Club or that it may be a private developer.

                  My beef with the private developer kind of snakes is for their disrespect and sheer notoriety.They invade your house and when you tried to chase them they bite and teargas you with spit.Due to this ,every time I see a private developer wannabe kind of a snake I immediately turn into Al Capone:``I want him DEAD!I want his family DEAD!I want his  house burned to the GROUND!I wanna go there in the middle of the night and I WANNA PISS ON HIS ASHES!"

                 Back to the story.So one Saturday morning in  December 2013 I killed a cobralet or whatever a small cobra is called.My brother and  I were waiting for my sister to come out of the house;we were going somewhere I think.Suddenly there was some commotion followed by loud screams from the house.We rushed inside to find my sister asking our now shaken mom questions like ``iko wapi?Umeumwa?"

                Our mom then pointed to a nearby shoe and claimed that she had felt some snake wiggle inside when she tried to put it on(#OccupyShoe)

                I inspected her leg for any signs of snake bite and found out that she was alright.Next I looked for a stone the size of Vincent Company`s head and then came and turned the `grabbed' shoe upside down.

              Out came a cobra.It immediately started swelling ready to teargas any `demonstrater'.What I can say is that the cobra went to snake heaven without knowing what had killed it.

              I then took the remaining pulp of a snake and hung it on a bush to serve as a warning to the other living members of the cobra fraternity that  I ain't the type of human being made for them to start messing with.