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Ted's Spare parts


I'm reading that I have the right to donate my organs should I kick the bucket.


I would have loved to, because it would be nice to float around as an ancestral spirit while still physically keeping an eye on the goings-on around these parts.


Problem, however, is that, like most Kenyans, I have (mis)used my organs in the reckless manner matatus are driven.


I can, therefore, picture the doc rummaging through the bucket in which my used "spare parts" would be stored:


Kidney? Crap. 

Liver? Bullshit.

Eyes? Was this idiot even seeing his nose?

Knees? Haaa! Dr Kizito! Hebu kuja uone hizi!

Heart? Bloody hell!!! 

Lungs? Holy shit!

Brain?  Basket case.

Bile duct? Hmm...maybe.


Bwana if you hear a rumour that they want to give you one of my organs, call the Flying Squad because hio watu wanataka kukumalisa!


by Ted Malanda - son of Polis

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