THE ADVENTURES AND MUSINGS OF A CRAZY PROFESSOR

 Child Labour? Conmanship? or Moral Responsibility  Some things cut many ways. I am sitting in the office when suddenly I begin itching for a walk. My back feels like it’s made of wood. Hard wood. I feel like someone has dexterously wrapped my waist with a ring band of warm water. My smart watch has been telling me to walk around. Each time I told it not to be too smart and to stuff it. In my mind of course. Now I am feeling the heat around my waist as if someone has been warming my innards.  I really must make the move.  Plus this urge is like a divine call that must be obeyed.   Outside, the heat assaults my receding hairline  with a vengeance. It’s times like this  I begin to question the added value of being a Wahome Mūtahi lookalike. My hairline has been receding as if it’s got a deadline to beat. Too fast for my comfort. The sun immediately takes advantage and attacks my forehead with vengeance. It feels like some malevolent force is hell bent on...

July 18, 2017, Kampala Uganda   Today I came face to face with the consequences of poor quality of education. We shall call this guy I encountered a doctor. To us lay men, anyone with a white coat, pair of glasses and stethoscopes hanging in front is a doctor. But the lady who took my details told me the guy is a general physician. Never mind. So I walk into his space. White coat, glasses, stethoscopes and seated behind a cool looking desk. He is young. That does not exactly give me confidence but what the heck, I will try him. What brings you here? He asks. Friendly and confident. That I like.   I thrust my index finger in front of him. This. I say. He looks at it. It reminds you of a She goat pregnant with twins. Why do the kids always seem to occupy one side of the stomach? But it's my finger we are talking about. It's throbbing. Feels like some malicious force is trying to find out how much you can stretch the human skin without bursting it.   What happened? He asks. ...

I am learning not to turn up my nose against other people’s choices, values, religion, philosophies and culinary tastes. Except Trump. I mean, who scorns Denmark because they won’t sell him Greenland? That is a first. Oh yes, I forgot. There is another lot. Immigration security officials outside Africa pretending their choice of who to search is completely random. Ya right. If that be the case all black people outside Africa should play lottery in airports. There would be loads of black Jackpot millionaires.  Other than that I am willing to live and let live. When my Chinese friend therefore invited me for a hotpot experience in GUANZHOU I was more than willing to give it a shot. I expected anything and was ready to push my boundaries to their limits except on two fronts: snakes and dogs. I was therefore a bit disappointed when he started ordering dull things like lamb, beef, fish, and Pork. I expected some frightening sea creatures. Squids, prawns, crabs, octopus, seahorse and the...