I dreamt I was riding a chariot. How awesome is that! Whoever comes up with dreams did a good job last night.

Except the part where, the chariot driver (I can’t remember which pal of mine it was), kept starting and stopping the chariot when I was trying to board mpaka I fell on the sand at some point. We were somewhere in Victorian England times.

I got so pissed, my Victorian English changed to Kenyan.
From: “I beseech thee my fellow, stop playing games. We have only have until sunset and the journey up yonder….”
To: “WEE WACHA UJINGA MAZEE”