Some of us have a long way to go . In deed I dreaded ever visiting a beach in the fear of the scantly clad wazungu chicks. I have done all this for I know that am easy to emotion. Such an incident would hit me right below the belt perpedicularly ............Oftenly when we are seriuously struck we swell in the victimised parts. However this ocurred to me prematurely during the official opening of the 20th culture week at Kenyatta university. First came a venezuelan dance that had a solo dancer; a lady in a brrrr......and a garment in ,.....that almost brought her entire underworld to the luscivious eyes of the onlookers. For the fisrt time I saw the interior compartment of a shawty....what a cute booty! The way she gyrated her pyrated and x-rated sitting allowance!  Sorry, the Merciful old man upstairs saw that this would give some of his ''choosen few''  a disturbia to draw them away from His grace so soon the angry clouds started preparing themselves despite Erick Omondis threat that they dare to do so. The thunderstorm came much to our disappointment ( but to my relief now that my loins had achieved their indipedence from bondage) as well as that of our false prophet Erick of 'Hawayuni?'  The tents were blown off and the vice chancellor and her troup had to be veried to safety. I took refuge under a roof close to the road leading from the  venue. The chicks had remained glued under the tents and when they finally gave way they started seeking refuge from the raging water. Quite a number joined me but sincerely speaking I loathed that to the uttermost. A boy brought up in a man of the clothes family and now their clothes had married perfectly with their skin. Majority were in quarter skirts, not miniskirts. I couldn't have been bothered much had I not seen the way they had been bound by the thinnest of all garments in the world. In fact that's when I noted that under such circumstances garments rise some length above the normal and in this case, quarter skirt length. Another discovery that I made is that university girls hate pants a lot  if they are not allergic to them. Otherwise how come that almost the majority of the rained on lot wasn't able to conceal their cameltoes that were being revealed by the milimetre thin skirts? Don't gues what happened to my sacredly protected body parts that night.