The year 2009 was the last born daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Noughties of 21st Century County, 1st Decade Street.
She attended First African American US President Barrack Obama Inauguration Primary School, Michael Jackson Death Secondary School and Copenhagen Climate Change Conference University.
She worked at UK MPs Expenses Scandal Company in London and Iranian Election Rigging and Post Election protests, Ethnic Uighurs Suppression of China, and the Afghan Election Rigging Debacle.
She last starred in Avatar movie and before that, she played major roles in the movie Sylvio Berlusconi Sexcapades; the 18 Year Olds and 30 Prostitutes, and received an Oscar for Tiger Woods and the Eleven Mistresses.
She was the maid of honor at the Nobel Prize for Peace Undeserving Obama Award Ceremony.
A renowned musician, she produced music with the Roger Federer 16 Grand Slam and Usain Bolt Lightning Pace Records and a brief stint with Castor Semenya Controversial Sex Record of SA.
As Lady Luck, she piloted a safe crash at the Hudson River and wrestled down a Nigerian terrorist who wanted to detonate a bomb on a US flight bound for Detroit.
She is sister to the late Jade Goody and the late Ted Kennedy.
Earlier in the year, she was diagnosed with H1N1 virus of which she recovered. Later she was attacked by Somali Pirates and a ransom of several millions of dollars was paid in ransom.
The Market Depression, Downturn, Job Loss and Foreclosure diseases occasioned by poor regulatory practices, subprime mortgages, exorbitant executive bonuses and hedge funding in Wall Street dogged her health until death.
She was treated by Dr. Stimulus Package, DR. Bailout and DR. TARP (Troubled Assets Relief Program), all of Washington. They said that her disease could be inherited by subsequent generations.
She is survived by a beautiful daughter called Happy New Year 2010! who is to be here with us shortly.
R.I.P 2009!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sex Doesn’t Sell Anymore? Sexy Does!
Sex Doesn’t Sell Movies Anymore? Sexy Does!
Just read on CNN Entertainment that an academic study finds sex and nudity in films doesn't help popularity. Data from more than 900 films released over four years was studied. Expert says findings are the result of post-sexual revolution attitudes.
Do I agree with this finding? Yes and maybe No.
Yes because they examined more than 900 films released between 2001 and 2005. I am not a movie fan, neither am I in the industry and therefore cannot arrogate myself the position of movie connoisseur whatsoever. I have watched less than ten movies and bought only one, the Titanic! I watch movies on TV when bored and do not care to check their titles, actors or anything about them. Never been to a cinema either. Movies just aint my thing!
To illustrate, I can’t tell Angelina Jolie from Eva Longoria! Like all other things that majority of the population is crazed about and I have little interest in, I just read em! So, I read about Hollywood, Broadway and Football etc Things you won’t catch me dead watching!
Ok, so nudity and explicit sex scenes does not help Hollywood anymore? But it sells pornography, right? The two could be different.
This is my take.
What excites me in the few movies I have cared to watch or rather what I watch on TV in general is SEXY! I love women who are doing their feminine stuff and as a by-product, tantalize me into a daze of sexual fantasy.
I watch a woman’s lips as she talks, not when kissing another man, in the process picture kissing her, sit and feel the spasm sweep down ma body, killing me in the process. Wonna watch a woman’s boobs inside her bra as she goes about her business and think of what about if that bra falls, what if I am left alone in a room with a naked her but I don’t like watching her naked boobs alone with another man… I want to be left some room to imagine and build some castles in the air of my living room.
I wonna watch a movie that engages most of my faculties, not just my dick. A movie that does not give me everything but leaves me with some homework on the sides. Indeed, a movie that does not treat me like an idiot.
In short, I don’t watch sex itself in a movie but I watch that which fires my imagination of sex. Sexy does that just fine.
what do you guys watch in a movie? i wonna know!
Just read on CNN Entertainment that an academic study finds sex and nudity in films doesn't help popularity. Data from more than 900 films released over four years was studied. Expert says findings are the result of post-sexual revolution attitudes.
Do I agree with this finding? Yes and maybe No.
Yes because they examined more than 900 films released between 2001 and 2005. I am not a movie fan, neither am I in the industry and therefore cannot arrogate myself the position of movie connoisseur whatsoever. I have watched less than ten movies and bought only one, the Titanic! I watch movies on TV when bored and do not care to check their titles, actors or anything about them. Never been to a cinema either. Movies just aint my thing!
To illustrate, I can’t tell Angelina Jolie from Eva Longoria! Like all other things that majority of the population is crazed about and I have little interest in, I just read em! So, I read about Hollywood, Broadway and Football etc Things you won’t catch me dead watching!
Ok, so nudity and explicit sex scenes does not help Hollywood anymore? But it sells pornography, right? The two could be different.
This is my take.
What excites me in the few movies I have cared to watch or rather what I watch on TV in general is SEXY! I love women who are doing their feminine stuff and as a by-product, tantalize me into a daze of sexual fantasy.
I watch a woman’s lips as she talks, not when kissing another man, in the process picture kissing her, sit and feel the spasm sweep down ma body, killing me in the process. Wonna watch a woman’s boobs inside her bra as she goes about her business and think of what about if that bra falls, what if I am left alone in a room with a naked her but I don’t like watching her naked boobs alone with another man… I want to be left some room to imagine and build some castles in the air of my living room.
I wonna watch a movie that engages most of my faculties, not just my dick. A movie that does not give me everything but leaves me with some homework on the sides. Indeed, a movie that does not treat me like an idiot.
In short, I don’t watch sex itself in a movie but I watch that which fires my imagination of sex. Sexy does that just fine.
what do you guys watch in a movie? i wonna know!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Indian Men don’t Measure up Below the Belt!
A two year study by Indian Council of Medical Research found that about 60% of Indian men have penises which are between three and five centimetres shorter than international standards used in condom manufacture.
This report is damning! I can’t imagine that the raunchy Indian queens I have long lusted for have to do with match sticks for dicks. I have always dreamt of lifting a sari and giving those Bollywood types a hard ride. Now that I know the chances that they are sexually deprived are high, this urge has more than tripled. I feel like an Indian pussie!
I empathize with my Indian brethrens though. My only prayers are:
I. Hope God remembered to create equally small pussie holes, otherwise your women are cursing instead of moaning. It is pretty hard to differentiate the two,
II. That some expatriate dick has not entered the holes you are about to enter. Woe unto you if the said expat dick is of an African, these guys are particularly blessed! And
III. That your women have not read those western stuff with screaming refrains that ‘size matter!’ otherwise as Muslims make their pilgrimage to Mecca, at least once in a life time, then your women are also saving for pilgrimage to where real dicks are, for once in a lifetime!
I had read some rare and juicy story recently about Mr. Tiwari, the governor of the southern Indian state of Andhra Pradesh who resigned after a regional channel aired footage of him in bed with three women. Three women in bed is tantalizing! For an 86 year old is way too extra ordinary! Am looking for that footage to confirm the size of the machine involved.
And, how is the dildos market in India doing? My hunch is; it is a roaring business.
Hey, come on ladies! Don’t forget that India is the home of Karma Sutra; this country has a lot to offer sexually; don’t cancel your sex trip to Mumbai!
By the way, what is it with politicians and three Asian women in Bed? Remember Sani Abacha, former Nigerian dictator, died of sex overdose while having a romp with three Asian women. Is this number jinxed? Somebody in India educate me please!
P.S
Also coming out of Asia, a Japanese company is selling what they call ‘The Boyfriend's Arm Pillow’. You see, this pillow is shaped like a man's torso with one sturdy arm. In case you are alone, tired of men in general, their snores in particular and specifically their sexual demands, this pillow is all you need. They forgot to fit a dildo though; you will not have needed a man forever. Will talk to them to consider this addition.
The price would not give you sleepless nights either. For a good nite sleep, a woman can easily fork out 8,500 Yen (£40, $80). That’s the price you pay to do away with Joe.
It is available in your favorite color of blue, pink or green. Nice, aint it?
This report is damning! I can’t imagine that the raunchy Indian queens I have long lusted for have to do with match sticks for dicks. I have always dreamt of lifting a sari and giving those Bollywood types a hard ride. Now that I know the chances that they are sexually deprived are high, this urge has more than tripled. I feel like an Indian pussie!
I empathize with my Indian brethrens though. My only prayers are:
I. Hope God remembered to create equally small pussie holes, otherwise your women are cursing instead of moaning. It is pretty hard to differentiate the two,
II. That some expatriate dick has not entered the holes you are about to enter. Woe unto you if the said expat dick is of an African, these guys are particularly blessed! And
III. That your women have not read those western stuff with screaming refrains that ‘size matter!’ otherwise as Muslims make their pilgrimage to Mecca, at least once in a life time, then your women are also saving for pilgrimage to where real dicks are, for once in a lifetime!
I had read some rare and juicy story recently about Mr. Tiwari, the governor of the southern Indian state of Andhra Pradesh who resigned after a regional channel aired footage of him in bed with three women. Three women in bed is tantalizing! For an 86 year old is way too extra ordinary! Am looking for that footage to confirm the size of the machine involved.
And, how is the dildos market in India doing? My hunch is; it is a roaring business.
Hey, come on ladies! Don’t forget that India is the home of Karma Sutra; this country has a lot to offer sexually; don’t cancel your sex trip to Mumbai!
By the way, what is it with politicians and three Asian women in Bed? Remember Sani Abacha, former Nigerian dictator, died of sex overdose while having a romp with three Asian women. Is this number jinxed? Somebody in India educate me please!
P.S
Also coming out of Asia, a Japanese company is selling what they call ‘The Boyfriend's Arm Pillow’. You see, this pillow is shaped like a man's torso with one sturdy arm. In case you are alone, tired of men in general, their snores in particular and specifically their sexual demands, this pillow is all you need. They forgot to fit a dildo though; you will not have needed a man forever. Will talk to them to consider this addition.
The price would not give you sleepless nights either. For a good nite sleep, a woman can easily fork out 8,500 Yen (£40, $80). That’s the price you pay to do away with Joe.
It is available in your favorite color of blue, pink or green. Nice, aint it?
Nigeria Terror Boy: the Missing Link
As the world try to come to terms with the almost tragedy on the US jetliner from Amsterdam to Detroit on Christmas this year, and as air passengers grapple with new inconveniencing security measures as a result, I cant help finding some interesting links that are missing on the boy’s life.
President Obama has issued two statements since the incident, latest admitting ‘human, systemic failure’ on the part of security apparatus. It is evident that this incident is of grave concern to the US and the world at large.
The following are quick facts and gleanings I learnt from interviews on CNN and BBC on school mates, neighbor and college friends of the Terror Boy reveals:
Name: Umar Farouk Abdumutallab
Social Background:
Affluent Nigerian family with lots of political connections. Father is a former Nigerian banker, successful and wealthy.
(Osama bin laden come from a wealthy background too)
Schooling:
British Curricula in an exclusive School in Lome, Togo, and College London School. He studied Engineering. Later went to Sanaa, Yemen to study Arabic. Most likely he was being inducted into Al Qaeda
Religion:
Abdumutallab was a Devout Muslim, quiet and prayerful. Friends describe him as not missing prayers at the mosque. Interview with a street neighbor on BBC in his Abuja home reveals a humble young man who was the first one at the Mosque and the last to leave. Teachers reveal that he was nicknamed ‘Pope’ because of his devotion.
Political affiliations:
Much is not known, likely that he was not politically active. Was the President of the Islamic students in his second year at university in London
Social Life:
Not much is revealed. Possibly a recluse. Coming from a wealthy background, he is expected to have enjoyed life, hang out, clubbing but it seems his life revolved around prayers and the Mosque. This is a pointer to a boy who is trying to understand and strike a balance with his religion at a young age. (This an obvious trouble spot) Father was alarmed with his extremist views and reported his fears to the CIA and Nigerian authorities. The CIA did not pass on the information.
Interview with his former school mate reveals that they discussed foot ball and academics like all ‘other normal kids’ but was generally a quiet young man. His radicalization can be traced to these introspections at such a tender age.
It is yet unknown how close Abdumutallab was to his parents. The Washington Post exposed online postings by Abdumutallab in a Muslim Forum under the username Farouk 86 dating back to 2005. Abdumutallab consistently posted that he was lonely, depressed and had nobody to turn to.
One CONSPICUOUS missing link is that Abdumutallab did not have any GIRLFRIEND. This is not normal for a teenager and later tweeny with means, good education in prestigious institutions, and looks (that boy is handsome and gals might be saying, look! What a wasted man)
One other missing link that is yet to be filled is the books that Abdumutallab read apart from academic texts and probably who supplied them. At his age, basing on my own experience and the behaviors of college students in general (Iran protests for instance) this is the time that people are most ideologically impressionable. I remember reading political books and getting so heated up I felt like killing dictators of the time in Kenya. Books can easily warp at his age. Some philosophical books used to make me withdrawn and broody in college.
Muslim parents and indeed all parents have a new worry in town, overzealousness to religion by kids. Religious up-bringing has long been hailed as a must for bringing up upright children. But how far our kids embrace religion is now a worry.
In as much as his actions are repugnant, I pity Abdumutallab. I don’t condone terrorism and mass murders whatsoever but the psychological predisposition of this boy calls for scrutiny.
I hope the American authorities will try to get to the bottom of his Al Qaeda connections and further try to reconstruct the psychology that surrounds religious fundamentalism that drove this Nigerian boy to attempt this heinous act. I appeal for leniency on his case. I feel for his concerned father and his innocent family in general. I can imagine the agony they are going through.
In the Palestine, suicide bombers are celebrated as martyrs, their parents feted with gifts. I doubt that his parents are celebrating with a wall hanging ‘we have a terrorist in our family!’
I wonder what is driving our youth to suicide bombings and cheap ‘martyrdom’ by the thousands. The war on terror cannot be won till we devote some time and resources to understand their psychology and grievance.
President Obama has issued two statements since the incident, latest admitting ‘human, systemic failure’ on the part of security apparatus. It is evident that this incident is of grave concern to the US and the world at large.
The following are quick facts and gleanings I learnt from interviews on CNN and BBC on school mates, neighbor and college friends of the Terror Boy reveals:
Name: Umar Farouk Abdumutallab
Social Background:
Affluent Nigerian family with lots of political connections. Father is a former Nigerian banker, successful and wealthy.
(Osama bin laden come from a wealthy background too)
Schooling:
British Curricula in an exclusive School in Lome, Togo, and College London School. He studied Engineering. Later went to Sanaa, Yemen to study Arabic. Most likely he was being inducted into Al Qaeda
Religion:
Abdumutallab was a Devout Muslim, quiet and prayerful. Friends describe him as not missing prayers at the mosque. Interview with a street neighbor on BBC in his Abuja home reveals a humble young man who was the first one at the Mosque and the last to leave. Teachers reveal that he was nicknamed ‘Pope’ because of his devotion.
Political affiliations:
Much is not known, likely that he was not politically active. Was the President of the Islamic students in his second year at university in London
Social Life:
Not much is revealed. Possibly a recluse. Coming from a wealthy background, he is expected to have enjoyed life, hang out, clubbing but it seems his life revolved around prayers and the Mosque. This is a pointer to a boy who is trying to understand and strike a balance with his religion at a young age. (This an obvious trouble spot) Father was alarmed with his extremist views and reported his fears to the CIA and Nigerian authorities. The CIA did not pass on the information.
Interview with his former school mate reveals that they discussed foot ball and academics like all ‘other normal kids’ but was generally a quiet young man. His radicalization can be traced to these introspections at such a tender age.
It is yet unknown how close Abdumutallab was to his parents. The Washington Post exposed online postings by Abdumutallab in a Muslim Forum under the username Farouk 86 dating back to 2005. Abdumutallab consistently posted that he was lonely, depressed and had nobody to turn to.
One CONSPICUOUS missing link is that Abdumutallab did not have any GIRLFRIEND. This is not normal for a teenager and later tweeny with means, good education in prestigious institutions, and looks (that boy is handsome and gals might be saying, look! What a wasted man)
One other missing link that is yet to be filled is the books that Abdumutallab read apart from academic texts and probably who supplied them. At his age, basing on my own experience and the behaviors of college students in general (Iran protests for instance) this is the time that people are most ideologically impressionable. I remember reading political books and getting so heated up I felt like killing dictators of the time in Kenya. Books can easily warp at his age. Some philosophical books used to make me withdrawn and broody in college.
Muslim parents and indeed all parents have a new worry in town, overzealousness to religion by kids. Religious up-bringing has long been hailed as a must for bringing up upright children. But how far our kids embrace religion is now a worry.
In as much as his actions are repugnant, I pity Abdumutallab. I don’t condone terrorism and mass murders whatsoever but the psychological predisposition of this boy calls for scrutiny.
I hope the American authorities will try to get to the bottom of his Al Qaeda connections and further try to reconstruct the psychology that surrounds religious fundamentalism that drove this Nigerian boy to attempt this heinous act. I appeal for leniency on his case. I feel for his concerned father and his innocent family in general. I can imagine the agony they are going through.
In the Palestine, suicide bombers are celebrated as martyrs, their parents feted with gifts. I doubt that his parents are celebrating with a wall hanging ‘we have a terrorist in our family!’
I wonder what is driving our youth to suicide bombings and cheap ‘martyrdom’ by the thousands. The war on terror cannot be won till we devote some time and resources to understand their psychology and grievance.
The New Decade will usher Gay Acceptance
Very interesting tidings are coming from Gayshire. A gay couple (or is it a double) are barred from wedding in Argentina by a court in the capital city only to tie the knot in another city following a decree from the provincial governor. They are the first same-sex double to marry in Latin America.
Alejandro Freyre, 39, and Jose Maria Di Bello, 41, tied the knot in a civil ceremony in the southern city of Ushuaia, in Tierra del Fuego province. Earlier, a judge in Buenos Aires had barred the same guys (sic) gays from wedding there.
I don’t know why these gays waited for this long to get married or is it true that life begins at 40? May be the stigma held them back.
Ushuaia City in Tierra del Fuego province under her liberal Governor, who made the decree, might attract pilgrimages from gays and lesbians who wonna tie the knot or celebrate their unions or simply to salute this forward looking city. This is an idea that gays should embrace.
The conservative Roman Catholic Church leaders in Latin America were not amused but of course they have always opposed social advancement since the days of Galileo. They are also opposed to condoms, family planning, abortions and etc. These guys are simply Neanderthals!
Nobody gonna listen to them any more, they sound worse than a broken record.
A dare devil double have had a pre-wedding ceremony in Malawi’s capital Blantyre attracting the wrath of the authorities who have given them a double of Honey Moon and a New Year gift behind bars.
I am not gay and never will be but society is dynamic and we must accept the changing realities of time. We cannot forever live in denial of the presence of gays in our midst. We just have to let them be.
Just let em do their thang!
I am quite heartened by the statement from the Archbishop of York Dr John Sentamu attacking the retrogressive and punitive anti-gay bill in Uganda that I had earlier discussed in this blog. He said that gays are valued by God. That is credible coming from the Anglican Church that has itself grappled with Gay Bishops and have accepted them to serve amongst their midst.
I propose that gays and lesbians should make the Anglican Church their church of choice. The Anglican Church should accordingly preside over gay marriages.
Two Kenyan gays chose London for their wedding a few months ago. They attracted scorn, derision, rebuke and sometimes sympathy from Kenyans. The gay movement is gaining momentum in otherwise conservative societies.
Gays and lesbians are crawling from hiding every day and soon they will be more than we can afford to ignore.
However otherwise we may wish, Africa, Asia and Latin America will catch up with the rest of the world in accepting gays and lesbians this new decade!
Alejandro Freyre, 39, and Jose Maria Di Bello, 41, tied the knot in a civil ceremony in the southern city of Ushuaia, in Tierra del Fuego province. Earlier, a judge in Buenos Aires had barred the same guys (sic) gays from wedding there.
I don’t know why these gays waited for this long to get married or is it true that life begins at 40? May be the stigma held them back.
Ushuaia City in Tierra del Fuego province under her liberal Governor, who made the decree, might attract pilgrimages from gays and lesbians who wonna tie the knot or celebrate their unions or simply to salute this forward looking city. This is an idea that gays should embrace.
The conservative Roman Catholic Church leaders in Latin America were not amused but of course they have always opposed social advancement since the days of Galileo. They are also opposed to condoms, family planning, abortions and etc. These guys are simply Neanderthals!
Nobody gonna listen to them any more, they sound worse than a broken record.
A dare devil double have had a pre-wedding ceremony in Malawi’s capital Blantyre attracting the wrath of the authorities who have given them a double of Honey Moon and a New Year gift behind bars.
I am not gay and never will be but society is dynamic and we must accept the changing realities of time. We cannot forever live in denial of the presence of gays in our midst. We just have to let them be.
Just let em do their thang!
I am quite heartened by the statement from the Archbishop of York Dr John Sentamu attacking the retrogressive and punitive anti-gay bill in Uganda that I had earlier discussed in this blog. He said that gays are valued by God. That is credible coming from the Anglican Church that has itself grappled with Gay Bishops and have accepted them to serve amongst their midst.
I propose that gays and lesbians should make the Anglican Church their church of choice. The Anglican Church should accordingly preside over gay marriages.
Two Kenyan gays chose London for their wedding a few months ago. They attracted scorn, derision, rebuke and sometimes sympathy from Kenyans. The gay movement is gaining momentum in otherwise conservative societies.
Gays and lesbians are crawling from hiding every day and soon they will be more than we can afford to ignore.
However otherwise we may wish, Africa, Asia and Latin America will catch up with the rest of the world in accepting gays and lesbians this new decade!
My Predictions for 2010
1. Nigeria will go to the polls
2. War will break out between the North and Southern Sudan
3. Ang Sang Suu Kyi will be released from house arrest and made part of a unity government
4. Tiger Woods will make up with his wife publicly and spill it all
5. Two Kenyan Cabinet Ministers will be arrested and arraigned at the Hague
6. A joint force of NATO and US will bomb nuclear sites in Iran
7. North Korean leader Kim Jong II will die
8. There will be a leadership change in Egypt
9. There will be a coup in Guinea Conakry and a new presidential election in Niger
10. There will be a change of guard in Pakistan
11. Obama will triumph at Mid-Term Elections
12. The Transitional Federal Government of Somalia will be toppled by Islamists
13. Bill Laden will die of natural causes
14. Vladimir Putin and Medvedev will fall out
2. War will break out between the North and Southern Sudan
3. Ang Sang Suu Kyi will be released from house arrest and made part of a unity government
4. Tiger Woods will make up with his wife publicly and spill it all
5. Two Kenyan Cabinet Ministers will be arrested and arraigned at the Hague
6. A joint force of NATO and US will bomb nuclear sites in Iran
7. North Korean leader Kim Jong II will die
8. There will be a leadership change in Egypt
9. There will be a coup in Guinea Conakry and a new presidential election in Niger
10. There will be a change of guard in Pakistan
11. Obama will triumph at Mid-Term Elections
12. The Transitional Federal Government of Somalia will be toppled by Islamists
13. Bill Laden will die of natural causes
14. Vladimir Putin and Medvedev will fall out
Monday, December 28, 2009
Spare a Thought for our Military Guys in War Zones
Just finished reading a story on the New York Times entitled Another Peril in War Zones: Sexual Abuse by Fellow G.I.’s by STEVEN LEE MYERS and to say that I am disturbed is to oversimplify what a civilian sitting at home with his girlfriend or wife at his disposal feels of a person of normal libido who is forced, by dint of his military profession, to live a life of sexual deprivation.
Besides hating George Bush for the war in Iraq and Afghanistan and following news of the bogged war in the two countries, I have never once stopped to imagine the sexual challenges facing the officers; both male and female, married and single, straight and gay.
While the report points an accusing finger at the Pentagon for doing little to stem the abuse and insensitivity of the Commanders in coming to the rescue of abused women officers, the report has got me thinking.
In the civilian population, I can easily loathe a rapist, stalker or someone who sexually harasses women in general without a second thought. In a secluded military base, thousand of miles away from home and spouse, with attendant psychological complications stemming from the vagaries of war, I can be excused for empathizing with both the culprit and the victim. In such circumstances, I will automatically excuse adultery. Even my wife will find a tolerant hear had she been serving.
The crux of the matter lies with rape. A normal free male will most likely have sex once to thrice a week. If such a man is to serve in Iraq for over six months, the first months will prove sexually challenging.. I have always known that sex is addictive like any drug: alcohol, cocaine, cigarette name them. It is a very compelling psychological need. I can imagine what that man will or will not do to get a fling. I can’t speak for women but the story will most likely be the same.
Imagine if was drafted to the US Army now and dispatched to Iraq the next week. I am so used to sex twice a week. I will obviously be in the list of dishonorable discharges in less than a month courtesy of sex!
I am not trying to justify rape in Military Bases but what if the men and women in uniform could be a little kinder and accommodative to their randy comrades in light of the circumstances they are faced in? A balance will be arrived at where the sexual cravers will get consenting partners. Sex abuses will be unheard of.
I wish I could say that brothels be a part of the Bases but I will surely invite a protest march from moralists if Pentagon effect this as an unofficial/ official policy.
We should be more emphatic to the so-called sex abusers in uniform. Just put yourself in their shoes.
Just a thought or what do you think?
Besides hating George Bush for the war in Iraq and Afghanistan and following news of the bogged war in the two countries, I have never once stopped to imagine the sexual challenges facing the officers; both male and female, married and single, straight and gay.
While the report points an accusing finger at the Pentagon for doing little to stem the abuse and insensitivity of the Commanders in coming to the rescue of abused women officers, the report has got me thinking.
In the civilian population, I can easily loathe a rapist, stalker or someone who sexually harasses women in general without a second thought. In a secluded military base, thousand of miles away from home and spouse, with attendant psychological complications stemming from the vagaries of war, I can be excused for empathizing with both the culprit and the victim. In such circumstances, I will automatically excuse adultery. Even my wife will find a tolerant hear had she been serving.
The crux of the matter lies with rape. A normal free male will most likely have sex once to thrice a week. If such a man is to serve in Iraq for over six months, the first months will prove sexually challenging.. I have always known that sex is addictive like any drug: alcohol, cocaine, cigarette name them. It is a very compelling psychological need. I can imagine what that man will or will not do to get a fling. I can’t speak for women but the story will most likely be the same.
Imagine if was drafted to the US Army now and dispatched to Iraq the next week. I am so used to sex twice a week. I will obviously be in the list of dishonorable discharges in less than a month courtesy of sex!
I am not trying to justify rape in Military Bases but what if the men and women in uniform could be a little kinder and accommodative to their randy comrades in light of the circumstances they are faced in? A balance will be arrived at where the sexual cravers will get consenting partners. Sex abuses will be unheard of.
I wish I could say that brothels be a part of the Bases but I will surely invite a protest march from moralists if Pentagon effect this as an unofficial/ official policy.
We should be more emphatic to the so-called sex abusers in uniform. Just put yourself in their shoes.
Just a thought or what do you think?
Crazed-up 2010 Resolutions
Having made a myriad of resolutions that I hardly keep come 2nd of January every year, I have decided on a new version of resolutions for 2010 and beyond.
You see, whenever I write a good resolution, I do it bad. I have now discovered myself. My fate seems to work inversely. This year, I will write it bad so that I do it good. Very simple!
1. My relationship with God
God, this year, I don’t care what you do with me or yourself. I am so pissed off with your lies. You don’t do nothing for me. I don’t care whether you prefer Pepsi to Coke or whatever. Whether you smoke, have sex and do drugs like me, I don’t give a damn. 2010, you are out of mind. I am warning you, Just leave me alone. Don’t wonna step in any of your churches, and don’t visit me either! Ok old geezer?
2. My love life
I don’t need a fuckin relationship this year. Don’t wonna say ‘I love you’ for a single moment. I don’t wonna promise to love nobody. I am gonna stick it on anybody with a pussie! 2010, anything goes. Will shove it on anything!
3. My health
This year, I will eat bad as always, never go to the gym, and gain weight if my body feels like it. Never go for a check-up to save on money. Doctors are thieves. I am gonna grow wild like a tree.
4. Drinking
Drink. Driiiink. Driiiiiiiiiiink…. Whisky, Vodka, Gin, Bourbon, Wine, Beer, Bootleg and anything that can make me misbehave, horny, stupid and silly. 2010 is the year of alcohol! So help me Satan!
5. Money
I don’t wonna change nothing. 2010, I am gonna be a slacker, scrounge and bum. I don’t wonna do anything with my stupid self. Won’t be lookin for a job because I won’t get it anyway. Whatever money I get, I should spend it with a vengeance. Money, I don’t need you around me! Ok?
6. Bad habits
2010, I Will keep up with all my terrible habits. Not making my bed, not washing my panties and socks, and swearing while talking will be continued. Being showy and proud will be enhanced. Whatever bad habit that I can pick and cannot help will be encouraged. I just will not care a hoot.
7. General
I don’t wonna learn how to drive or swim. I will never be a better listener. It is fun to be a lousy company. I won’t get a passport either.
I sanction the devil to remind me all that I haven’t mentioned so that I may effect them in the New Year
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!
You see, whenever I write a good resolution, I do it bad. I have now discovered myself. My fate seems to work inversely. This year, I will write it bad so that I do it good. Very simple!
1. My relationship with God
God, this year, I don’t care what you do with me or yourself. I am so pissed off with your lies. You don’t do nothing for me. I don’t care whether you prefer Pepsi to Coke or whatever. Whether you smoke, have sex and do drugs like me, I don’t give a damn. 2010, you are out of mind. I am warning you, Just leave me alone. Don’t wonna step in any of your churches, and don’t visit me either! Ok old geezer?
2. My love life
I don’t need a fuckin relationship this year. Don’t wonna say ‘I love you’ for a single moment. I don’t wonna promise to love nobody. I am gonna stick it on anybody with a pussie! 2010, anything goes. Will shove it on anything!
3. My health
This year, I will eat bad as always, never go to the gym, and gain weight if my body feels like it. Never go for a check-up to save on money. Doctors are thieves. I am gonna grow wild like a tree.
4. Drinking
Drink. Driiiink. Driiiiiiiiiiink…. Whisky, Vodka, Gin, Bourbon, Wine, Beer, Bootleg and anything that can make me misbehave, horny, stupid and silly. 2010 is the year of alcohol! So help me Satan!
5. Money
I don’t wonna change nothing. 2010, I am gonna be a slacker, scrounge and bum. I don’t wonna do anything with my stupid self. Won’t be lookin for a job because I won’t get it anyway. Whatever money I get, I should spend it with a vengeance. Money, I don’t need you around me! Ok?
6. Bad habits
2010, I Will keep up with all my terrible habits. Not making my bed, not washing my panties and socks, and swearing while talking will be continued. Being showy and proud will be enhanced. Whatever bad habit that I can pick and cannot help will be encouraged. I just will not care a hoot.
7. General
I don’t wonna learn how to drive or swim. I will never be a better listener. It is fun to be a lousy company. I won’t get a passport either.
I sanction the devil to remind me all that I haven’t mentioned so that I may effect them in the New Year
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Mary Crass Mess 2011!
(nay) Merry Christmas 2011
Thousands of years ago
A Catholic Holy Priest
Descended on a young Virgin Mary
Demure young angel
Betrothed to an undeserving carpenter
Today
A boy was born
Of Mary and the Holy Priest
His name is boy Jesus
Intelligent
Great leader he became
Poor innocent Joseph
Don’t you worry
It was the Holy Spirit
Today
We celebrate that lie
Perpetuating the fraud
On poor Joseph's property
Who cares?
Gifting, gifted ostentations
Wine, dine and wenching
Great day for the haves
The poor recoil
Into their deprived cocoons
Dreaming and depressed
Merry for the moneyed
Mess for the masses
Merry Christmas!
Thousands of years ago
A Catholic Holy Priest
Descended on a young Virgin Mary
Demure young angel
Betrothed to an undeserving carpenter
Today
A boy was born
Of Mary and the Holy Priest
His name is boy Jesus
Intelligent
Great leader he became
Poor innocent Joseph
Don’t you worry
It was the Holy Spirit
Today
We celebrate that lie
Perpetuating the fraud
On poor Joseph's property
Who cares?
Gifting, gifted ostentations
Wine, dine and wenching
Great day for the haves
The poor recoil
Into their deprived cocoons
Dreaming and depressed
Merry for the moneyed
Mess for the masses
Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
African Gays: Go ahead and splomb your ‘manholes’ to smithereens this X-Mass
There has been a lot of local and international media splurge about Anti-Gay laws in East Africa. Uganda is proposing a possible death penalty for engaging in gay activities, Burundi has already passed it into law while Rwanda is discussing it. Kenya and Tanzania are said to be contemplating the same.
Eastern African countries are suddenly gung ho against gays. It begs the questions: why now, where is the Anti-Gay breeze emanating from?
Africans are generally conservative but tolerant. Swahili sayings; ‘why chase a hen from feces that you don’t eat?’ and ‘ how can the pepper you didn’t eat burn you?’ embodies and informs that tolerance.
Gay and lesbian activities are not prevalent in East Africa to warrant a law to gag it. Not a single friend, acquaintance or neighbor has ever admitted or has been rumored to be gay or lesbian. I reckon the population is so low or the stigma is too high. I have heard clubs labeled ‘gay establishment’ but no one has proved it.
An advance from a gay when you are not one could be totally repugnant. I remember an experience in a crowded public bus in 2005. I picked a conversation with a male stranger only for him to start caressing my thighs. I felt confused and indignant. I simply pushed him away. That was that.
I haven’t read enough ‘gay literature’ to understand why people become gay. Hitherto, it was not such a serious social issue to warrant a research. It might be now.
A lot of questions remain un-answered:
At what stage do someone become gay, is it in-born or learned?
Can it be un-learned (the proponent of the Anti-Gay law in Uganda, Mr. David Bahati, claim it is learned and therefore can be unlearned) could this be a scientific claim? Is it curable like any other disease?
Do gays have zero attraction to beautiful gals?
Is there specialization as in one is particularly a Mr. Gay and another Mrs. Gay?
How is love making conducted? They do it in turn as in a see-saw or one is always on top?
Can a Mrs. Gay be attracted to a lesbian because, sexually speaking, they are both females.
How does a Mrs. Gay get horny? An itch in the ass?
What can happen in a lesbian-gay only party?
Ignorance of gay life is no justification to be homophobic.
Heard yesterday that Mexico City has legalized gay unions. South Africa legalized it a long time ago. I thought the trend is towards legalizing rather stymieing it. Anti-Gay laws are retrogressive and archaic. It is blind to time and insensitive to the dynamics of society.
Society is never static however how much we may wish.
There have been claims in the book The Family by Jeff Sharlet that the Anti-Gay legislations sweeping through East Africa are sponsored as a social experiment by a group of American Christians and conservative Lawmakers with close ties with politicians in East Africa. There is no sufficient evidence to support this claim but again the influence of the Greenback cannot be gainsaid. It sponsored multi-partysm in East Africa in the past decade.
I am not gay but I do not mind what my neighbor feeds on. During the crusade against FGM in Africa, I argued that the practice will die a natural death. Girl child education is almost eliminating it. Before, it used to mark the beginning of adulthood and hence a chance to be married. Now, girls go to school and when they get employed, that’s the time to get married. This is how societal values evolve over time. Gays will gain acceptance through the same process. No law can stop a society from evolving. It cannot even delay it.
The gay debate is a total waste of time. Just like trying to legislate against pre-marital sex. This law is uncalled for and unnecessary. Not even the excuse of morality can justify this. Proposing a death penalty for being gay is not only outrageous but inane.
Being gay is an effective form of family planning!
I wish all gays in East Africa, a Merry X-Mass and a happy romp!
Eastern African countries are suddenly gung ho against gays. It begs the questions: why now, where is the Anti-Gay breeze emanating from?
Africans are generally conservative but tolerant. Swahili sayings; ‘why chase a hen from feces that you don’t eat?’ and ‘ how can the pepper you didn’t eat burn you?’ embodies and informs that tolerance.
Gay and lesbian activities are not prevalent in East Africa to warrant a law to gag it. Not a single friend, acquaintance or neighbor has ever admitted or has been rumored to be gay or lesbian. I reckon the population is so low or the stigma is too high. I have heard clubs labeled ‘gay establishment’ but no one has proved it.
An advance from a gay when you are not one could be totally repugnant. I remember an experience in a crowded public bus in 2005. I picked a conversation with a male stranger only for him to start caressing my thighs. I felt confused and indignant. I simply pushed him away. That was that.
I haven’t read enough ‘gay literature’ to understand why people become gay. Hitherto, it was not such a serious social issue to warrant a research. It might be now.
A lot of questions remain un-answered:
At what stage do someone become gay, is it in-born or learned?
Can it be un-learned (the proponent of the Anti-Gay law in Uganda, Mr. David Bahati, claim it is learned and therefore can be unlearned) could this be a scientific claim? Is it curable like any other disease?
Do gays have zero attraction to beautiful gals?
Is there specialization as in one is particularly a Mr. Gay and another Mrs. Gay?
How is love making conducted? They do it in turn as in a see-saw or one is always on top?
Can a Mrs. Gay be attracted to a lesbian because, sexually speaking, they are both females.
How does a Mrs. Gay get horny? An itch in the ass?
What can happen in a lesbian-gay only party?
Ignorance of gay life is no justification to be homophobic.
Heard yesterday that Mexico City has legalized gay unions. South Africa legalized it a long time ago. I thought the trend is towards legalizing rather stymieing it. Anti-Gay laws are retrogressive and archaic. It is blind to time and insensitive to the dynamics of society.
Society is never static however how much we may wish.
There have been claims in the book The Family by Jeff Sharlet that the Anti-Gay legislations sweeping through East Africa are sponsored as a social experiment by a group of American Christians and conservative Lawmakers with close ties with politicians in East Africa. There is no sufficient evidence to support this claim but again the influence of the Greenback cannot be gainsaid. It sponsored multi-partysm in East Africa in the past decade.
I am not gay but I do not mind what my neighbor feeds on. During the crusade against FGM in Africa, I argued that the practice will die a natural death. Girl child education is almost eliminating it. Before, it used to mark the beginning of adulthood and hence a chance to be married. Now, girls go to school and when they get employed, that’s the time to get married. This is how societal values evolve over time. Gays will gain acceptance through the same process. No law can stop a society from evolving. It cannot even delay it.
The gay debate is a total waste of time. Just like trying to legislate against pre-marital sex. This law is uncalled for and unnecessary. Not even the excuse of morality can justify this. Proposing a death penalty for being gay is not only outrageous but inane.
Being gay is an effective form of family planning!
I wish all gays in East Africa, a Merry X-Mass and a happy romp!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Sexual Profiling: Mombasa and Nairobi
Have always had Nairobi as my permanent Pussie Base, I am now holidaying in the coastal town of Mombasa. Sexcapades in the two towns could not be more different. Hitherto had this notion that women act the same all over. I could not have been more shocked. The following parameters are what contrast women of the two largest towns in Kenya:
PARAMETER NAIROBI MOMBASA
Looks Mostly petite Generally plump
All shades Most are light
Average to tall in height Short to average in height
Language English and Mother Tongue Swahili
Hospitality Hospitable Very hospitable
Career Career focused Housewife tendencies
Education Most are very educated Low education levels
Informed Less informed
Materialism Believe in earning own money Believe in being provided for by husbands/ boyfriends
Temperament Aggressive Submissive
Activity Active relaxed
Religion Christian, non believers and fewer Muslims Mostly Muslims, few Christians , less non believers
Less superstitious Very superstitious
Liberal Conservative
Club life Lively and common place Laid back and low attendance( prefer going to beach)
Networking sites Almost 100% presence in major sites Less than 40% presence in major sites
Fashion More fashionable Less fashion conscious
Permissiveness Loose More loose
Prostitution High High
Infidelity High Higher
Drug abuse Alcohol, smoking Negligible
Sex Less stylish More stylish
Sexual orientation Straight and few bisexuals Straight
Pussie taste Tasty Tasty
Depending on what you want in a woman, it is up to you to decide which town your dick will find a pussie tonite!
PARAMETER NAIROBI MOMBASA
Looks Mostly petite Generally plump
All shades Most are light
Average to tall in height Short to average in height
Language English and Mother Tongue Swahili
Hospitality Hospitable Very hospitable
Career Career focused Housewife tendencies
Education Most are very educated Low education levels
Informed Less informed
Materialism Believe in earning own money Believe in being provided for by husbands/ boyfriends
Temperament Aggressive Submissive
Activity Active relaxed
Religion Christian, non believers and fewer Muslims Mostly Muslims, few Christians , less non believers
Less superstitious Very superstitious
Liberal Conservative
Club life Lively and common place Laid back and low attendance( prefer going to beach)
Networking sites Almost 100% presence in major sites Less than 40% presence in major sites
Fashion More fashionable Less fashion conscious
Permissiveness Loose More loose
Prostitution High High
Infidelity High Higher
Drug abuse Alcohol, smoking Negligible
Sex Less stylish More stylish
Sexual orientation Straight and few bisexuals Straight
Pussie taste Tasty Tasty
Depending on what you want in a woman, it is up to you to decide which town your dick will find a pussie tonite!
Monday, December 14, 2009
In Support of Tiger Woods
As a true sensible African man, a full hot blooded African male at that, am quite perturbed at all the hullaballoo surrounding Mr. Tiger Woods’s private life. I believe the only tacit contract that we, the public, have with Mr. Tiger Woods revolves around how he swings his golf stick, whether it hits the ball or not and whether it translates into another PGA title or a Major. What is surprising me is the appetite that the blood thirsty tabloids have about how he swings his other natural stick, who it hits, and the title of the woman that it hits. The fascination should be the holes he hits in the US Open, British Open, San Diego etc, not the holes of porn stars, waitresses and stewardesses his balls have found a hole in.
To me, this is utter rubbish. A man is entitled to some more extra-curricular activities apart from what you are paid for. How else would a man celebrate his achievements if not to cavort and carouse. Married or not. Why would any one go an extra mile to achieve success, fame and money if not to occasionally show off to women? Do you, in your wildest dreams, expect Tiger Woods to proclaim his tigritude in the field and retire home to Elin? Everyday of his life?
It doesn’t work that way. We measure the amount of success by the number of women your power dazzles to bed. Your wife is there to criticize you; your mistresses are there to massage your ego. It has been an unwritten law since the beginning of time. It will be so till the end of time. J.F Kennedy and Brothers, Bill Clinton, Albert Einstein, Sulvio Berlusconi, Sani Abacha, Mobuto Sesse Seko, Jacob Zuma…the list is endless. Tiger is in good company.
Extra-marital sex is the hallmark of success!
Celebrities are human too. We should not expect of them some standards that we can’t apply to ourselves.
I was quite heartened by his fellow golfers who came to his defense. They know what good sport sex is! They are as guilty as Woods, only that they are not as newsworthy/tabloidsworthy. Even Jesus knew it too well, thousand of years ago; he came to the defense of a prostitute by daring any man who was not guilty of adultery to throw the first stone. Even in those moral days, not one man dared!
Elin is being unfair to all other women who want a share of the action that Tiger Woods is. I am sure he accepted Woods partly because for his success. He should have been ready for this. It was part of the implicit package. She knew too well that she was not marrying another bloke on the street. The fact that Tiger was shy does not mean that women will not make a pass on him. If a fellow is shy in making a move, it doesn’t mean he is shy in accepting one.
Elin should not make unfair demands on Woods, as long he puts food on the table, answers when the kids shout ‘daddy’, be present for her and the kids occasionally, that is what a good father and husband is all about. Beyond that is just but a Hollywood movie.
The world should stop making Elin feel like a victim in all this. She should be told in no uncertain terms that all real men are all like that. Even in the Vatican. You should only be worried if your man does not dog around. It shows you married a good-for-nothing society reject.
Let Tiger frolic in the woods like all other tigers.
To me, this is utter rubbish. A man is entitled to some more extra-curricular activities apart from what you are paid for. How else would a man celebrate his achievements if not to cavort and carouse. Married or not. Why would any one go an extra mile to achieve success, fame and money if not to occasionally show off to women? Do you, in your wildest dreams, expect Tiger Woods to proclaim his tigritude in the field and retire home to Elin? Everyday of his life?
It doesn’t work that way. We measure the amount of success by the number of women your power dazzles to bed. Your wife is there to criticize you; your mistresses are there to massage your ego. It has been an unwritten law since the beginning of time. It will be so till the end of time. J.F Kennedy and Brothers, Bill Clinton, Albert Einstein, Sulvio Berlusconi, Sani Abacha, Mobuto Sesse Seko, Jacob Zuma…the list is endless. Tiger is in good company.
Extra-marital sex is the hallmark of success!
Celebrities are human too. We should not expect of them some standards that we can’t apply to ourselves.
I was quite heartened by his fellow golfers who came to his defense. They know what good sport sex is! They are as guilty as Woods, only that they are not as newsworthy/tabloidsworthy. Even Jesus knew it too well, thousand of years ago; he came to the defense of a prostitute by daring any man who was not guilty of adultery to throw the first stone. Even in those moral days, not one man dared!
Elin is being unfair to all other women who want a share of the action that Tiger Woods is. I am sure he accepted Woods partly because for his success. He should have been ready for this. It was part of the implicit package. She knew too well that she was not marrying another bloke on the street. The fact that Tiger was shy does not mean that women will not make a pass on him. If a fellow is shy in making a move, it doesn’t mean he is shy in accepting one.
Elin should not make unfair demands on Woods, as long he puts food on the table, answers when the kids shout ‘daddy’, be present for her and the kids occasionally, that is what a good father and husband is all about. Beyond that is just but a Hollywood movie.
The world should stop making Elin feel like a victim in all this. She should be told in no uncertain terms that all real men are all like that. Even in the Vatican. You should only be worried if your man does not dog around. It shows you married a good-for-nothing society reject.
Let Tiger frolic in the woods like all other tigers.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
How To Get a Woman in Bed on the First Date!
When I was young, the only thing I could do to gals was staring at them. What I got back from them was, well, a stare. I wanted them like hell. My dick could harden till it hurt but its handler didn’t know how to make the gals remove their panties and get out the much needed pussie. Had the looks and all that it could take to get a woman in bed. I just could not figure out what was missing. Tried money, go-betweens etc. they all failed. I was miserable.
That is now behind me. I have laid every other woman I have lusted since then. I discovered what was missing. The following tips work for me:
CONFIDENCE- this is what gets all women to bed in record time. Without confidence on your side, then you gonna do wet dreams all your wretched life. Ever heard the adage that ‘a faint heart never won a fair lady’? It can never be more precise than that. Gals will always hang around guys with tones of self confidence. Display confidence, talk to a gal with confidence. Don’t fear what she is gonna reply. If you talk with vigor, energy and power she is gonna be forced to reply. Note that it takes confidence to stop a beautiful gal in the street. Gals have a tendency to be serious and dismissive at first, unless you are confident, you will freeze and disappear. I have discovered that 90% of them don’t mean it. They are just testing whether they are dealing with a real man or a wimp. If you insist, you may bed that woman the same day or the next. You can fake confidence till you make it. Practice creates habits!
Don’t overdo the confidence bit lest you be seen proud, smug or arrogant.
HUMOR- you will never date, fuck or marry any gal if she doesn’t smile or laugh first. Even sluts can be choosy at time. Put a gal at ease by being funny, humorous and lively. If she smiles or laugh then you have her. If you want to break the ice and launch a conversation, pick up a funny situation or throw a funny line. Once she has laughed or smiled, go ahead and talk her into a date. When you meet a gal in a bus or train, the hardest thing is to initiate a conversation. A funny comment about the weather or anything interesting on the road can break the ice. From there it is easy to steer a conversation till you exchange contacts.
WIT- if you are not humorous, then wit can do. Wit and humor goes hand in hand but one can do when the other is lacking. Well crafted anecdotes lower a woman’s guard. You don’t have to be original; you can read them on the internet. Watch out though, some gals may miss the wit in your statements and you end up laughing alone. Very embarrassing. Gals, even dumb blondes, don’t suffer nitwits gladly. Play Einstein!
Don’t overdo the wits. Can kill a story. Be balanced otherwise you will sound like an ancient catholic monk!
SERIOUSNESS- A very important factor. In general talk, be lively. When it gets to the real business of procuring a date, change your tone and be serious. Gals don’t like this issue being taken lightly; talk it like you doing a PowerPoint presentation in a business seminar. This is how they want it. Laugh like a moron and you walk home alone.
Don’t forget eye contact.
FLATTER- Compliment a woman’s beauty, dress, perfume, hair, intelligence, anything and you are her hero. Women like being appreciated. Even when they don’t deserve it. That is why they spent all that time in the mirror. Do it everyday of your life. Pretend it when it gets boring. It does.
Do it in a way that you appear real. If she ever thinks you are being ironical, you will be hated worse than acne.
READ HER MIND- different women open their vaginas for different reasons. Always read her expectations. Some wants to be married. If she is this type, play the future husband, eligible Mr. Right. Some wants pleasure. Look like you can make her have ten orgasms in a minute. Some want money from you. Play the millionaire. Some want to show off with you. Dress to kill. Etc
Always read her expectation in advance and act the part.
WEIGH YOUR CHANCES- always hunt within your social limits. Cute women would always go for moneyed guys. Rich women will most likely fuck their class. Don’t push your luck too far. There are exceptions but watch out. It is not fun being turned down. I know.
PLAYFUL- When you take your catch home for the final act don’t think it is direct to bed. Sex can be long in coming. All the female species from donkeys to chickens don’t consent to sex in a direct way. You got to struggle. If you not careful then she might leave your house with her pussie intact. Alone with a woman, be playful and scheming. I aint seen a woman who removes her panty, jump to bed, part her legs and beg you to screw her on the first date. NEVER.
Be manipulative. Start by admiring her nails. Hold her palm and squeeze her fingers. Kiss her hand. Always talk words of admiration. If there is no resistance, caress her neck and back.
Start from the visible to the less visible. Take your time. No hurry.
Can kiss her neck. If her boobs are visible, talk about them and request to see the color of her bra. Touch the bra but not the boobs. Flatter her about how sweet her boobs are, how you are dying to kiss them. Request her to stand so you may hug her and feel her ‘full’ boobs. Hug and hold her tight. Request her that you lift her top so that you could feel them better. Expose your bare chest and press tight to her boobs and tummy. Bend, lift her bra and kiss her nipples. Kiss kiss kiss! At this level she won’t resist you kissing her mouth. As you kiss her, press your hardened dick on the position of her pussie. Do it. Reach her pussie and finger her as you kiss. Be sure not to pause, she will regain her senses. Multi-task as much as possible.
Different gals have different boiling points. Most will give in at this stage. If not (young gals are particularly hard) go to the next stage.
Undo the gals trouser on the pretence that you wonna kiss her pussie. If she refuses, wear a condom and tell her you almost coming. Beg her to open her thighs so you do mock sex and ejaculate. Call her sweet names. Tell her not to be mean. Assure her that you won’t get to her cunt. Tell her clothes won’t be soiled because you got a condom on. Start with her thighs and slowly progress into her into her pussie. Push her panty aside. Dip your dick in and fuck like a maniac. You will fuck each other happily ever after!
Real consensual sex is non-existent. Be a bit forceful.
GALS ALWAYS RESIST SEX BUT AFTER YOU FUCK THEM, THEY NEVER COMPLAIN.
The feeling is mutual, only that they can’t make the first move.Never be fooled by a chick who seems to resist. Give up and she will hate you. Fuck her and she will be happy!
Give this a try and get back to me. It works!
That is now behind me. I have laid every other woman I have lusted since then. I discovered what was missing. The following tips work for me:
CONFIDENCE- this is what gets all women to bed in record time. Without confidence on your side, then you gonna do wet dreams all your wretched life. Ever heard the adage that ‘a faint heart never won a fair lady’? It can never be more precise than that. Gals will always hang around guys with tones of self confidence. Display confidence, talk to a gal with confidence. Don’t fear what she is gonna reply. If you talk with vigor, energy and power she is gonna be forced to reply. Note that it takes confidence to stop a beautiful gal in the street. Gals have a tendency to be serious and dismissive at first, unless you are confident, you will freeze and disappear. I have discovered that 90% of them don’t mean it. They are just testing whether they are dealing with a real man or a wimp. If you insist, you may bed that woman the same day or the next. You can fake confidence till you make it. Practice creates habits!
Don’t overdo the confidence bit lest you be seen proud, smug or arrogant.
HUMOR- you will never date, fuck or marry any gal if she doesn’t smile or laugh first. Even sluts can be choosy at time. Put a gal at ease by being funny, humorous and lively. If she smiles or laugh then you have her. If you want to break the ice and launch a conversation, pick up a funny situation or throw a funny line. Once she has laughed or smiled, go ahead and talk her into a date. When you meet a gal in a bus or train, the hardest thing is to initiate a conversation. A funny comment about the weather or anything interesting on the road can break the ice. From there it is easy to steer a conversation till you exchange contacts.
WIT- if you are not humorous, then wit can do. Wit and humor goes hand in hand but one can do when the other is lacking. Well crafted anecdotes lower a woman’s guard. You don’t have to be original; you can read them on the internet. Watch out though, some gals may miss the wit in your statements and you end up laughing alone. Very embarrassing. Gals, even dumb blondes, don’t suffer nitwits gladly. Play Einstein!
Don’t overdo the wits. Can kill a story. Be balanced otherwise you will sound like an ancient catholic monk!
SERIOUSNESS- A very important factor. In general talk, be lively. When it gets to the real business of procuring a date, change your tone and be serious. Gals don’t like this issue being taken lightly; talk it like you doing a PowerPoint presentation in a business seminar. This is how they want it. Laugh like a moron and you walk home alone.
Don’t forget eye contact.
FLATTER- Compliment a woman’s beauty, dress, perfume, hair, intelligence, anything and you are her hero. Women like being appreciated. Even when they don’t deserve it. That is why they spent all that time in the mirror. Do it everyday of your life. Pretend it when it gets boring. It does.
Do it in a way that you appear real. If she ever thinks you are being ironical, you will be hated worse than acne.
READ HER MIND- different women open their vaginas for different reasons. Always read her expectations. Some wants to be married. If she is this type, play the future husband, eligible Mr. Right. Some wants pleasure. Look like you can make her have ten orgasms in a minute. Some want money from you. Play the millionaire. Some want to show off with you. Dress to kill. Etc
Always read her expectation in advance and act the part.
WEIGH YOUR CHANCES- always hunt within your social limits. Cute women would always go for moneyed guys. Rich women will most likely fuck their class. Don’t push your luck too far. There are exceptions but watch out. It is not fun being turned down. I know.
PLAYFUL- When you take your catch home for the final act don’t think it is direct to bed. Sex can be long in coming. All the female species from donkeys to chickens don’t consent to sex in a direct way. You got to struggle. If you not careful then she might leave your house with her pussie intact. Alone with a woman, be playful and scheming. I aint seen a woman who removes her panty, jump to bed, part her legs and beg you to screw her on the first date. NEVER.
Be manipulative. Start by admiring her nails. Hold her palm and squeeze her fingers. Kiss her hand. Always talk words of admiration. If there is no resistance, caress her neck and back.
Start from the visible to the less visible. Take your time. No hurry.
Can kiss her neck. If her boobs are visible, talk about them and request to see the color of her bra. Touch the bra but not the boobs. Flatter her about how sweet her boobs are, how you are dying to kiss them. Request her to stand so you may hug her and feel her ‘full’ boobs. Hug and hold her tight. Request her that you lift her top so that you could feel them better. Expose your bare chest and press tight to her boobs and tummy. Bend, lift her bra and kiss her nipples. Kiss kiss kiss! At this level she won’t resist you kissing her mouth. As you kiss her, press your hardened dick on the position of her pussie. Do it. Reach her pussie and finger her as you kiss. Be sure not to pause, she will regain her senses. Multi-task as much as possible.
Different gals have different boiling points. Most will give in at this stage. If not (young gals are particularly hard) go to the next stage.
Undo the gals trouser on the pretence that you wonna kiss her pussie. If she refuses, wear a condom and tell her you almost coming. Beg her to open her thighs so you do mock sex and ejaculate. Call her sweet names. Tell her not to be mean. Assure her that you won’t get to her cunt. Tell her clothes won’t be soiled because you got a condom on. Start with her thighs and slowly progress into her into her pussie. Push her panty aside. Dip your dick in and fuck like a maniac. You will fuck each other happily ever after!
Real consensual sex is non-existent. Be a bit forceful.
GALS ALWAYS RESIST SEX BUT AFTER YOU FUCK THEM, THEY NEVER COMPLAIN.
The feeling is mutual, only that they can’t make the first move.Never be fooled by a chick who seems to resist. Give up and she will hate you. Fuck her and she will be happy!
Give this a try and get back to me. It works!
Tiger Woods re-loaded!
Woods Mr. Clean, sports-and-nothing-off- the -pitch image has taken a beating or so you think. To me I think it is the best thing to have ever happened to him. He is now more popular than ever. I saw some of my girlfriends sign up as Woods fans in Facebook. Girls are now free to imagine a fling with him. Am sure some have already dreamt with him. He is now human: Sexy, Adventurous, Raunchy, Romantic and Alive.
I didn’t know much about him before: wife, 14 majors, ancestry, children, wealth, neighborhood, endorsements etc. now I know. Thanks to the scandals. He was just a boring fellow (he admitted in jest once). Rigid and aloof with a mean smile. He was just popular because humans are inclined not to criticize success!
I hate his clean shaven face. Now that he is got some live, he should consider a moustache.
If the brouhaha is handled well, his image will come out unscathed but upgraded. Someone we can expect some divorce, drunk driving, a three-some with Britney Spears and Paris Hilton and such like. The kind of stuff that ordinary mortals are dreaming and capable of doing if we had his money and power.
Bill Clinton picks his calls if he wants some advice on how to deal with extended post-coital effects. He should consider it. Time to make new friends with real people, in the real world.
The next big event is to appear in Oprah and tell it all like a man. Tug Elin along and give her a good family kiss. Elin to admit that he hit her with a golf stick and that he was hurt in an accident escaping from a physical confrontation with her (assume a tell-it-all mode). Woods to admit that he was in the wrong. Ask for apology from her. A hidden white rose is flushed out. A tight hug from Elin. Tears and ‘I love you’ will complete the act. The next apology; from the audience. Nobody in the world will begrudge him that.
What is lost publicly can only be regained publicly. His closed door policy is a recipe for speculations.
What we want is to feel that he is just like the rest of us in all other ways except golf. We want him to be our friend.
He can even say that his future might be in politics like Schwarzenegger. The media will start comparing and contrasting them with Obama and Michelle. That will be it.
The next should be a meeting with Reverend Al Sharpton followed by Reverend Jesse Jackson. To mend ways with his African brothers and sisters. Heard he has never been so keen about his African-American links. The details of the meetings should be kept under wraps. This will chastise his deeds by appearing remorseful and redemptive.
The biggest challenge is how to contain all the gals he has since screwed. And the ones he will screw in future. Money can silence some of them. But since the public expect them to speak out, headline tabloids, write books and appear in talk shows, the effect would not damage his reputation anymore. Woods’ admissions will put an anti-climax on them..
In future, he would rather be careful. Just like Bill.
His endorsements will be some more masculine products. Many. The money will still flow.
P.S
I wish Gordon Brown could be in a Tiger Woods situation soon; this is the only thing missing for Labour to win the next election.
I didn’t know much about him before: wife, 14 majors, ancestry, children, wealth, neighborhood, endorsements etc. now I know. Thanks to the scandals. He was just a boring fellow (he admitted in jest once). Rigid and aloof with a mean smile. He was just popular because humans are inclined not to criticize success!
I hate his clean shaven face. Now that he is got some live, he should consider a moustache.
If the brouhaha is handled well, his image will come out unscathed but upgraded. Someone we can expect some divorce, drunk driving, a three-some with Britney Spears and Paris Hilton and such like. The kind of stuff that ordinary mortals are dreaming and capable of doing if we had his money and power.
Bill Clinton picks his calls if he wants some advice on how to deal with extended post-coital effects. He should consider it. Time to make new friends with real people, in the real world.
The next big event is to appear in Oprah and tell it all like a man. Tug Elin along and give her a good family kiss. Elin to admit that he hit her with a golf stick and that he was hurt in an accident escaping from a physical confrontation with her (assume a tell-it-all mode). Woods to admit that he was in the wrong. Ask for apology from her. A hidden white rose is flushed out. A tight hug from Elin. Tears and ‘I love you’ will complete the act. The next apology; from the audience. Nobody in the world will begrudge him that.
What is lost publicly can only be regained publicly. His closed door policy is a recipe for speculations.
What we want is to feel that he is just like the rest of us in all other ways except golf. We want him to be our friend.
He can even say that his future might be in politics like Schwarzenegger. The media will start comparing and contrasting them with Obama and Michelle. That will be it.
The next should be a meeting with Reverend Al Sharpton followed by Reverend Jesse Jackson. To mend ways with his African brothers and sisters. Heard he has never been so keen about his African-American links. The details of the meetings should be kept under wraps. This will chastise his deeds by appearing remorseful and redemptive.
The biggest challenge is how to contain all the gals he has since screwed. And the ones he will screw in future. Money can silence some of them. But since the public expect them to speak out, headline tabloids, write books and appear in talk shows, the effect would not damage his reputation anymore. Woods’ admissions will put an anti-climax on them..
In future, he would rather be careful. Just like Bill.
His endorsements will be some more masculine products. Many. The money will still flow.
P.S
I wish Gordon Brown could be in a Tiger Woods situation soon; this is the only thing missing for Labour to win the next election.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Global Warming is killing sex!
You don’t damn sleep in this town. In fact you don’t gonna do nothing! Sex, sleep, talk etc aint possible. I have never cared a damn about Global Warming, Climate Change, Greenhouse Gases, CO2 emissions or whatever the rage the world is been screaming about since the beginning of this year. Bored stiff this one week. Every other news is Copenhagen UN Climate Change Conference and blah blah. Some dour crap I may say. Had never fathomed what fifteen thousand oddballs are doing in a Danish city apart from adding one sex destination to their have-been-overdone-that fucking list. Not until today. Am gonna do a letter to the UN. I wonna be its global ambassador for sex. My job is to highlight to the world the effects of Climate Change on their favorite sport. At least I have experienced it first hand.
I don’t remember abandoning a brand new pussie in bed at 3 am, first day, in a new town and of all things, type some story. This is fuckin strange. Very.
Guys, am in Mombasa town or whatever they call it in Swahili. Every thing here is in Swahili. It sucks. Guess they call it ‘Mombasaini’ just like Mikindani, Miritini, Kibarani; everything ends with ‘ni’. Even adverts are done in the same boring language. Every other soul talks in funnily accented Swahili. Even sluts.
Everybody is sweating. The heat is sweltering. The gals are beautiful. Perfect color, boobs and ass combination. But the heat don’t wonna letchu enjoy even the sight alone. Only problem is that they are talking this stupid language. I don’t gonna stand it. Yuck!
I came here yesterday. Never been here before. Never will come back. Unless when I have lotsa cash.
You see, I was drinking with my friends in Nairobi the previous night and they told me they are leaving for holiday in Mombasa with their car. I jumped on the adventure. There is been a lot of rave about this island. Am never one with travelling but with a free ride then it is worth giving it a try. I was assured of free sex, beer, food and accommodation. In that order of priority. One of my close friends is living here. He is been whetting my appetite for chicks in this town for a long time. This is where I am right now. Unfortunately I aint fuckin nobody now. Yet I have a gal in bed. Too bad.
Fuck the heat! It is screwing me instead.
Gosh! Some Imam or whatever is shouting himself hoarse in some mosque! Who is gonna tell him I am not understanding whatever he is saying. Oh No! they are now two, three, four… Jesus! Even birds are singing some creepy monotonous tune...Kwiraaaak! Kwiraaaak! They is gonna drive me nuts
It was such a fun drive. I had a hundred bob in my back pocket. One hundred only. But those guys are nice. Since I became a golden member of BAC (Broke Ass Club) due to joblessness, I can count up to three or four friends. And that is on the higher side. They drove and fed me on the way. What more could I have asked for?
We lunched together in town. What an old, dreary little hell of a very hot town! I had a strange meal. Simply because I could not understand the menu. Everything is in Swahili: Biriani, Pilau… I ordered the strangest item on the menu; just for the fuck of it…Biriani was my choice, only to turn out to be some colored rice…why don’t they call it colored rice for Chrissake? God! And they serve it with a ripe banana.
People here have got no manners; they eat with their hands and lick their fingers. Would have vomited if I had money to buy another meal. Ate it, didn’t enjoy.
The heat men! My shirt was out. Noticed I have developed some stupid tummy.
Had called my host. Tolme he was still working till five. I was wishing for a cold shower. Impossible. Prayed for a cold beer. It was answered. We drove to a pub called Fontanella. What a break from Swahili sounding everything! I swallowed three cold beers. It was such a hot place again. Was just wishing that I could get drunk to escape the heat. Got drunk after a few beers but it was no much help.
Were joined by a gal I knew. Some uneducated broad but lucky to be having some stupid job while I don’t. She has the biggest ass in East and Central Africa. Had asked her out once in Nairobi and she refused. She thinks she has some class. Class? My stupid ass! She doesn’t have the minimum of brains to even engage me about the weather. Chose to ignore her. It worked good.
There is this little gal I met in Facebook. She is in form four and lives here in Mombasa. She partly the reason I came. Nothing motivates me like a sexcapade. Had called her and she tolme she lives in some estate I can’t remember because obviously it is Swahili. I hate this language. She said it is ok I could go to their home. When I was sloshed enough, my host arrived. My friends dropped us in the gals place. I aint seen the gal before but she was not much of a disappointment like all blind dates nowadays. Whatever she lacked was compensated by her age. A fresh gal. In High School. Seventeen, sixteen or thereabout. Not bad. This is not child labour, pedophilia or the like.
She was excited to see the car I was driven in. In Kenya, a car works magic with gals. It loosen their panties and make their pussies wet. Your job is to fuck them. Believe me.
There was nobody in their place except her elder brother. He is cabbage. Mombasa is one rotten drug den. Didn’t know that drugs could turn somebody into a corpse. That guy could not even talk. He just leered at us sheepishly with his blood-shot eyes. That boy was just so stoned men. Aint seen anything like him.
Wonder when the last census of mosquitoes was done here! They are a billion plus one. Shit!
The gal picked up her bag and we took a cab to my host’s place. Don’t know what this place is called. Only thing I know is that it’s hot. Am naked, and sweating and dejected. This gal is sound asleep. Just fucked her once. She has a tight pussie. She is been fucked like once before. Some few inches short of a virgin. Me is fucked a million gals, what an imbalance. She is so naked and sweating, am monitoring a bead of sweat, gleaming and slowly flowing from her chest, and is trapped for a while in her nipples. God! Wish I could fuck this gal but the heat won’t let me. Lemme just lick her sweat away from her nipples. Salty!
You can’t hold a woman in bed. It is that bad.
As far as my interests could go, I used to think that Global Warming will just make pussies warmer and sweet. I know it differently now. Hoping the guys in Copenhagen would do something, otherwise sex as a sport is doomed. Wish I had gone to present my grievances. When sex is in jeopardy, everybody listens. Am sure nobody has argued from this perspective. Obama should hear my story and act; otherwise he won’t be able to frolic with Michelle in the next few years.
With dawn, maybe the heat will subside. Then I will be able to hit another round with this chick.
You don’t damn sleep in this town. In fact you don’t gonna do nothing! Sex, sleep, talk etc aint possible. I have never cared a damn about Global Warming, Climate Change, Greenhouse Gases, CO2 emissions or whatever the rage the world is been screaming about since the beginning of this year. Bored stiff this one week. Every other news is Copenhagen UN Climate Change Conference and blah blah. Some dour crap I may say. Had never fathomed what fifteen thousand oddballs are doing in a Danish city apart from adding one sex destination to their have-been-overdone-that fucking list. Not until today. Am gonna do a letter to the UN. I wonna be its global ambassador for sex. My job is to highlight to the world the effects of Climate Change on their favorite sport. At least I have experienced it first hand.
I don’t remember abandoning a brand new pussie in bed at 3 am, first day, in a new town and of all things, type some story. This is fuckin strange. Very.
Guys, am in Mombasa town or whatever they call it in Swahili. Every thing here is in Swahili. It sucks. Guess they call it ‘Mombasaini’ just like Mikindani, Miritini, Kibarani; everything ends with ‘ni’. Even adverts are done in the same boring language. Every other soul talks in funnily accented Swahili. Even sluts.
Everybody is sweating. The heat is sweltering. The gals are beautiful. Perfect color, boobs and ass combination. But the heat don’t wonna letchu enjoy even the sight alone. Only problem is that they are talking this stupid language. I don’t gonna stand it. Yuck!
I came here yesterday. Never been here before. Never will come back. Unless when I have lotsa cash.
You see, I was drinking with my friends in Nairobi the previous night and they told me they are leaving for holiday in Mombasa with their car. I jumped on the adventure. There is been a lot of rave about this island. Am never one with travelling but with a free ride then it is worth giving it a try. I was assured of free sex, beer, food and accommodation. In that order of priority. One of my close friends is living here. He is been whetting my appetite for chicks in this town for a long time. This is where I am right now. Unfortunately I aint fuckin nobody now. Yet I have a gal in bed. Too bad.
Fuck the heat! It is screwing me instead.
Gosh! Some Imam or whatever is shouting himself hoarse in some mosque! Who is gonna tell him I am not understanding whatever he is saying. Oh No! they are now two, three, four… Jesus! Even birds are singing some creepy monotonous tune...Kwiraaaak! Kwiraaaak! They is gonna drive me nuts
It was such a fun drive. I had a hundred bob in my back pocket. One hundred only. But those guys are nice. Since I became a golden member of BAC (Broke Ass Club) due to joblessness, I can count up to three or four friends. And that is on the higher side. They drove and fed me on the way. What more could I have asked for?
We lunched together in town. What an old, dreary little hell of a very hot town! I had a strange meal. Simply because I could not understand the menu. Everything is in Swahili: Biriani, Pilau… I ordered the strangest item on the menu; just for the fuck of it…Biriani was my choice, only to turn out to be some colored rice…why don’t they call it colored rice for Chrissake? God! And they serve it with a ripe banana.
People here have got no manners; they eat with their hands and lick their fingers. Would have vomited if I had money to buy another meal. Ate it, didn’t enjoy.
The heat men! My shirt was out. Noticed I have developed some stupid tummy.
Had called my host. Tolme he was still working till five. I was wishing for a cold shower. Impossible. Prayed for a cold beer. It was answered. We drove to a pub called Fontanella. What a break from Swahili sounding everything! I swallowed three cold beers. It was such a hot place again. Was just wishing that I could get drunk to escape the heat. Got drunk after a few beers but it was no much help.
Were joined by a gal I knew. Some uneducated broad but lucky to be having some stupid job while I don’t. She has the biggest ass in East and Central Africa. Had asked her out once in Nairobi and she refused. She thinks she has some class. Class? My stupid ass! She doesn’t have the minimum of brains to even engage me about the weather. Chose to ignore her. It worked good.
There is this little gal I met in Facebook. She is in form four and lives here in Mombasa. She partly the reason I came. Nothing motivates me like a sexcapade. Had called her and she tolme she lives in some estate I can’t remember because obviously it is Swahili. I hate this language. She said it is ok I could go to their home. When I was sloshed enough, my host arrived. My friends dropped us in the gals place. I aint seen the gal before but she was not much of a disappointment like all blind dates nowadays. Whatever she lacked was compensated by her age. A fresh gal. In High School. Seventeen, sixteen or thereabout. Not bad. This is not child labour, pedophilia or the like.
She was excited to see the car I was driven in. In Kenya, a car works magic with gals. It loosen their panties and make their pussies wet. Your job is to fuck them. Believe me.
There was nobody in their place except her elder brother. He is cabbage. Mombasa is one rotten drug den. Didn’t know that drugs could turn somebody into a corpse. That guy could not even talk. He just leered at us sheepishly with his blood-shot eyes. That boy was just so stoned men. Aint seen anything like him.
Wonder when the last census of mosquitoes was done here! They are a billion plus one. Shit!
The gal picked up her bag and we took a cab to my host’s place. Don’t know what this place is called. Only thing I know is that it’s hot. Am naked, and sweating and dejected. This gal is sound asleep. Just fucked her once. She has a tight pussie. She is been fucked like once before. Some few inches short of a virgin. Me is fucked a million gals, what an imbalance. She is so naked and sweating, am monitoring a bead of sweat, gleaming and slowly flowing from her chest, and is trapped for a while in her nipples. God! Wish I could fuck this gal but the heat won’t let me. Lemme just lick her sweat away from her nipples. Salty!
You can’t hold a woman in bed. It is that bad.
As far as my interests could go, I used to think that Global Warming will just make pussies warmer and sweet. I know it differently now. Hoping the guys in Copenhagen would do something, otherwise sex as a sport is doomed. Wish I had gone to present my grievances. When sex is in jeopardy, everybody listens. Am sure nobody has argued from this perspective. Obama should hear my story and act; otherwise he won’t be able to frolic with Michelle in the next few years.
With dawn, maybe the heat will subside. Then I will be able to hit another round with this chick.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Fermented Jism
Ever since joining the broke ass club (BAC), I have since made a resolution never to date any gal, for reasons that I had earlier expounded. I have resorted to one – nite –stand tactics of procuring pussie. As long as you are well dressed and have a roof to your head, it is easy to convince the greedy bitches that you are worth some salt. Before they can know, you are fucked up, gone and the niter is history. You see, what exposes you is money; lunch, coffee, dinner, outing, birthday, picnic and endless other demands from the fairy sex. The golden rule is, don’t pick the night-after call. They might think you are unfair but I wish they could know what agony you are trying to save yourself and them.
There is only one gal that has managed to defy this. Her name is C. C for chocolate, chic, cheese, chum, cheap and whatever name you can conjure up with the word C. Lemme spare her the ignominy of appearing in a blog of this nature. Not that I respect or love her. Far from that. If there is one gal I don’t give a hoot about is this one. If I had a semblance of a heart, maybe but hey, I have seen them all. No bitch excites me anymore.
I met this gal in the parking lot waiting for her sister where I used to work. Two years ago. She was in full school uniform, seated inside a car. Guess she was bored waiting. I chatted her up. Gave her my phone number. She was in her last year. It was January 2007. Forgotten all about her. Then she called me in Dec 2007. She was done with her Form four exams. She came to the city. She visited me. We fucked each other. She was a virgin. She has a shallow pussie. To date. Short, with a badly shaped ass. WARNING! Never seduce a seated gal if you are an ass fan. She might disappoint when she stands. This is exactly what happened. Quality boobs though. Overall, she is not my type but has her use. You see when you are starving, any pussie is pussie, is pussie.
When I used to have a permanent girlfriend, she used to play back-up and variety pussie. When you are tired of the same color-smell cunt you gotta switch to a brand new vagina. This was her practical use. Alongside another Sudanese gal who disappeared one early Xmas of 2008. I miss her somehow. But it is ok. Will get her replacement someday.
Was talking about C. Sorry for digressing a bit. Now, this C has stuck with me since then. She is now playing the official girl friend. That is according to her. According to me; NO. You see, she doesn’t ask for any money, attention or anything, what she wants is sex, sex, sex, sex. Whenever I agree to it anyway. Nothing bores me to hell like the same diet of pussie every week. Wherever her faith on me stems from, I cannot comprehend fully. A broke, lazy never serious fuck maniac dude like me for a ‘boyfriend’? Jesus Holy Nonexistent Christ! This C must be a good gal or stupid or crazed or anything that I cannot grasp. My friends say she is a good gal. But so what, I have no use for holy bitches. I have even told her that I fuck around but she is least concerned.
What shocks me again with this gal is that she insists on unprotected sex. What I call clean sex. It doesn’t worry me. I met her when she was a virgin anyway. It should worry her but she is not bothered. She must be dense.
It happens that I call her up once a week. The only time that I call her that is. To clean up my place, clothes, and service my dick. I am a lazy useless bloke. Cant wash, mop, cook or anything. That is just me. I don’t do any menial jobs. NEVER. Even for money. Save only S.E.X. Period. This bit, I don’t disappoint. Even when I am sick. Try me someday.
She always invites herself in case I don’t appear enthusiastic about it. That she did yesterday. She even shocked me that she would want a baby with me. I hope the bitch would not go ahead and get herself pregnant. I can’t stand another baby to my name. I have had enough scandals along that line. Wonna try other sleazy stuff.
She spent the nite here. We had a lot of sex. I don’t want to talk much about our ‘love making’. As earlier said, she has a shallow insipid cunt. But one thing made me fuck her more than usual. I don’t normally fuck gals too much unless they are exceptionally tasty or somebody is paying me for it. Which I am yet to get. With this recession and joblessness, I would not mind a little pocket money. Don’t scream morality to me. I am not a candidate for heaven. It must be a fuckin boring helluva place. Creeping with idiots.
Screwed her some seven sweet good rounds. The inspiration came through the sense of smell. You see, when she arrived, I screwed her without a condom and she went cleaning up my slow rotting den. When she was done, she came back to bed. When she opened her legs, a sweet fermented smell hit my nose. My dick whipped up as if under the influence of a magnet. What a smell! These rubber condoms have spoilt the game of sex. Methinks fucking should be all systems go, smell and etc. But with condoms, you always smell some yuck rubbers. I had never known that sperms deposited in cunt, left to ferment produces an aphrodisiac smell. Oh how I have missed the fun of fucking without a condom!
From today, I have resolved to
1. Screw this gal without a condom forever.
2. Increase her fucking ration to twice a week
So help me GOD!
Ever since joining the broke ass club (BAC), I have since made a resolution never to date any gal, for reasons that I had earlier expounded. I have resorted to one – nite –stand tactics of procuring pussie. As long as you are well dressed and have a roof to your head, it is easy to convince the greedy bitches that you are worth some salt. Before they can know, you are fucked up, gone and the niter is history. You see, what exposes you is money; lunch, coffee, dinner, outing, birthday, picnic and endless other demands from the fairy sex. The golden rule is, don’t pick the night-after call. They might think you are unfair but I wish they could know what agony you are trying to save yourself and them.
There is only one gal that has managed to defy this. Her name is C. C for chocolate, chic, cheese, chum, cheap and whatever name you can conjure up with the word C. Lemme spare her the ignominy of appearing in a blog of this nature. Not that I respect or love her. Far from that. If there is one gal I don’t give a hoot about is this one. If I had a semblance of a heart, maybe but hey, I have seen them all. No bitch excites me anymore.
I met this gal in the parking lot waiting for her sister where I used to work. Two years ago. She was in full school uniform, seated inside a car. Guess she was bored waiting. I chatted her up. Gave her my phone number. She was in her last year. It was January 2007. Forgotten all about her. Then she called me in Dec 2007. She was done with her Form four exams. She came to the city. She visited me. We fucked each other. She was a virgin. She has a shallow pussie. To date. Short, with a badly shaped ass. WARNING! Never seduce a seated gal if you are an ass fan. She might disappoint when she stands. This is exactly what happened. Quality boobs though. Overall, she is not my type but has her use. You see when you are starving, any pussie is pussie, is pussie.
When I used to have a permanent girlfriend, she used to play back-up and variety pussie. When you are tired of the same color-smell cunt you gotta switch to a brand new vagina. This was her practical use. Alongside another Sudanese gal who disappeared one early Xmas of 2008. I miss her somehow. But it is ok. Will get her replacement someday.
Was talking about C. Sorry for digressing a bit. Now, this C has stuck with me since then. She is now playing the official girl friend. That is according to her. According to me; NO. You see, she doesn’t ask for any money, attention or anything, what she wants is sex, sex, sex, sex. Whenever I agree to it anyway. Nothing bores me to hell like the same diet of pussie every week. Wherever her faith on me stems from, I cannot comprehend fully. A broke, lazy never serious fuck maniac dude like me for a ‘boyfriend’? Jesus Holy Nonexistent Christ! This C must be a good gal or stupid or crazed or anything that I cannot grasp. My friends say she is a good gal. But so what, I have no use for holy bitches. I have even told her that I fuck around but she is least concerned.
What shocks me again with this gal is that she insists on unprotected sex. What I call clean sex. It doesn’t worry me. I met her when she was a virgin anyway. It should worry her but she is not bothered. She must be dense.
It happens that I call her up once a week. The only time that I call her that is. To clean up my place, clothes, and service my dick. I am a lazy useless bloke. Cant wash, mop, cook or anything. That is just me. I don’t do any menial jobs. NEVER. Even for money. Save only S.E.X. Period. This bit, I don’t disappoint. Even when I am sick. Try me someday.
She always invites herself in case I don’t appear enthusiastic about it. That she did yesterday. She even shocked me that she would want a baby with me. I hope the bitch would not go ahead and get herself pregnant. I can’t stand another baby to my name. I have had enough scandals along that line. Wonna try other sleazy stuff.
She spent the nite here. We had a lot of sex. I don’t want to talk much about our ‘love making’. As earlier said, she has a shallow insipid cunt. But one thing made me fuck her more than usual. I don’t normally fuck gals too much unless they are exceptionally tasty or somebody is paying me for it. Which I am yet to get. With this recession and joblessness, I would not mind a little pocket money. Don’t scream morality to me. I am not a candidate for heaven. It must be a fuckin boring helluva place. Creeping with idiots.
Screwed her some seven sweet good rounds. The inspiration came through the sense of smell. You see, when she arrived, I screwed her without a condom and she went cleaning up my slow rotting den. When she was done, she came back to bed. When she opened her legs, a sweet fermented smell hit my nose. My dick whipped up as if under the influence of a magnet. What a smell! These rubber condoms have spoilt the game of sex. Methinks fucking should be all systems go, smell and etc. But with condoms, you always smell some yuck rubbers. I had never known that sperms deposited in cunt, left to ferment produces an aphrodisiac smell. Oh how I have missed the fun of fucking without a condom!
From today, I have resolved to
1. Screw this gal without a condom forever.
2. Increase her fucking ration to twice a week
So help me GOD!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Used condom in an elevator
The weather yesterday was wet and cold. I decided to kill time in our usual cyber café in town that we have christened the ‘jobless corner.’ It was hot and crowded as usual. Done, I went to the elevator. Joined a lone lady. We stepped in and we were the only ones in the elevator. I noticed a used condom on the floor lying next to an open packet. Complete with its juice. It kept me thinking. At 4 pm, only four floors, how did they do it? Did they meet in the elevator and decided to cavort or they made the decision elsewhere and decided to execute it there. Could four floors suffice to have an orgasm? How can one romp in a moving elevator?
I used to brag that I was a fast dater, that guy beat my record ten folds. I drew the attention of the lady to the spent arsenal. She told me, the weather might have set off the craving, but it was good they had safe sex! What a reply!
Clandestine sex is sweeter. Could not figure out how it is in an elevator. Maybe I should ask Tiger Woods where he did his.
I could not go home immediately because I dread traffic. With rains, traffic can extend for eternity. A friend called me for a drink at Frelas, I wasted not a minute. I was hungry but food and drink never compete in my world. Drinking always win. I ordered for a cold beer.
Used to lunch there when I used to be flush. I became broke and gave the restaurant a wide berth. I think it is a year since I was there. The place is not changed much. The same drab establishment. Waiters were excited to see me. I used to dole out generous tips when I had them. Amidst wide grins, they asked where I had been, I bluffed that I had been in the US. It was not a hard sell. I was dressed the part. Sat drinking with my buddies.
My pals were drunk and decided to leave. Had to leave with them. Could not afford to drink anymore. As I made to leave, I met a gal who was clocking out. Could not place whether she was a waiter, a chef or a cashier. But she was familiar. We struck a conversation as we descended the stairs. She asked where I have been. Said she knew me. I repeated my lie. I wanted to make myself expensive. Mention that you are in the US and every gal strips her panty. They see you in dollars. The gal was definitely excited.
One thing I have learned with dating when broke: appeal to greed. Talk big money as long as you are dressed okay. All women are gold diggers. The style is what varies. I chatted up the gal. She was neither cute, pretty nor attractive. But when I am drunk, I take a one night stand on pussie value not face value.
My friend had called me earlier for a drink in the hood. On this strength I convinced the girl we go for a drink. You see, I had no money. She was reluctant but I half pushed, half dragged her to the terminus. I knew I had made a catch the moment the taxi left the stage.
I called my mate and he told me he was in Visa Place. We dropped there and we were bought for drinks. I got drunk. Took the gal to my digs. I screwed her. True to expectations, she was not sweet. She told me she is a chef. I guessed the onions she cut at the restaurant have, over time, entered her pussie. Her hands were reeking of onions. I fucked her anyway.
She is still asleep. Have noticed she is got some facial hairs. It scared me. I almost brought home a transsexual. It gave me the creeps. Now she wants to leave. Told her to take the turning on the left. That way leads to the road. I don’t wonna be seen with this ugly thing.
What alcohol will get me into is hard to fathom.
The weather yesterday was wet and cold. I decided to kill time in our usual cyber café in town that we have christened the ‘jobless corner.’ It was hot and crowded as usual. Done, I went to the elevator. Joined a lone lady. We stepped in and we were the only ones in the elevator. I noticed a used condom on the floor lying next to an open packet. Complete with its juice. It kept me thinking. At 4 pm, only four floors, how did they do it? Did they meet in the elevator and decided to cavort or they made the decision elsewhere and decided to execute it there. Could four floors suffice to have an orgasm? How can one romp in a moving elevator?
I used to brag that I was a fast dater, that guy beat my record ten folds. I drew the attention of the lady to the spent arsenal. She told me, the weather might have set off the craving, but it was good they had safe sex! What a reply!
Clandestine sex is sweeter. Could not figure out how it is in an elevator. Maybe I should ask Tiger Woods where he did his.
I could not go home immediately because I dread traffic. With rains, traffic can extend for eternity. A friend called me for a drink at Frelas, I wasted not a minute. I was hungry but food and drink never compete in my world. Drinking always win. I ordered for a cold beer.
Used to lunch there when I used to be flush. I became broke and gave the restaurant a wide berth. I think it is a year since I was there. The place is not changed much. The same drab establishment. Waiters were excited to see me. I used to dole out generous tips when I had them. Amidst wide grins, they asked where I had been, I bluffed that I had been in the US. It was not a hard sell. I was dressed the part. Sat drinking with my buddies.
My pals were drunk and decided to leave. Had to leave with them. Could not afford to drink anymore. As I made to leave, I met a gal who was clocking out. Could not place whether she was a waiter, a chef or a cashier. But she was familiar. We struck a conversation as we descended the stairs. She asked where I have been. Said she knew me. I repeated my lie. I wanted to make myself expensive. Mention that you are in the US and every gal strips her panty. They see you in dollars. The gal was definitely excited.
One thing I have learned with dating when broke: appeal to greed. Talk big money as long as you are dressed okay. All women are gold diggers. The style is what varies. I chatted up the gal. She was neither cute, pretty nor attractive. But when I am drunk, I take a one night stand on pussie value not face value.
My friend had called me earlier for a drink in the hood. On this strength I convinced the girl we go for a drink. You see, I had no money. She was reluctant but I half pushed, half dragged her to the terminus. I knew I had made a catch the moment the taxi left the stage.
I called my mate and he told me he was in Visa Place. We dropped there and we were bought for drinks. I got drunk. Took the gal to my digs. I screwed her. True to expectations, she was not sweet. She told me she is a chef. I guessed the onions she cut at the restaurant have, over time, entered her pussie. Her hands were reeking of onions. I fucked her anyway.
She is still asleep. Have noticed she is got some facial hairs. It scared me. I almost brought home a transsexual. It gave me the creeps. Now she wants to leave. Told her to take the turning on the left. That way leads to the road. I don’t wonna be seen with this ugly thing.
What alcohol will get me into is hard to fathom.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Who is got Marilyn Monroe’s pussie Black box?
I can’t wait to watch the film that resurfaced of Marilyn. This sex goddess of the last century has never ceased to amaze me. Imagine a gal without much formal education, no family to write home about and a troubled personality rising to search fame and Hollywood success in such a short lifespan.
I have read a dozen books about her (sex) life and mysterious death, but none has ever mentioned that she smoked pot. I am not surprised since she had a million demons to exorcise in her mind. Pot is such a wonderful drug! Better than all the sleeping pills she pumped into her system combined. No wonder she was relaxed. A rare feat for Marilyn, her fears and anxieties always lurking behind the sexy smile.
What fascinates me about Marilyn is not her screen life; I haven’t seen a single movie that she acted. Neither do I watch movies. It is the ease in which she could attract the crème de la crème of Washington, Hollywood, Wall Street, Sport, Academia and anybody who was somebody in the world then, to her thighs. Even the mafia crossed her radar at one time.
Her sex acquaintances read like who was who in the world of that time: John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy, Arthur Mill, Frank Sinatra? Maybe. She was loved, but she never loved herself. Her insecurities were catastrophic. But, has any other woman managed to conquer Washington and Hollywood? Have a direct number to the President of the US of A. Even Sza Sza Gabor did not come close. Marilyn was the quintessential fame fatale!
So much conspiracy theories have been fronted to explain her mysterious death: murder, suicide, drug overdose. I don’t much care whether Frank Sinatra orchestrated her death in conjunction with the CIA or the Mafia to protect his brother-in-law’s reputation. Suicide is way off the mark. Marilyn committing suicide because the President refused to pick her call? Don’t think so. Drug overdose is close. Am just interested in her celebrity dick overdose. It seems we may not know any new facts. Imagine if she had a black box tucked somewhere in her pussie, the labs would have churned out a better movie than she ever acted!
I can’t wait to watch the film that resurfaced of Marilyn. This sex goddess of the last century has never ceased to amaze me. Imagine a gal without much formal education, no family to write home about and a troubled personality rising to search fame and Hollywood success in such a short lifespan.
I have read a dozen books about her (sex) life and mysterious death, but none has ever mentioned that she smoked pot. I am not surprised since she had a million demons to exorcise in her mind. Pot is such a wonderful drug! Better than all the sleeping pills she pumped into her system combined. No wonder she was relaxed. A rare feat for Marilyn, her fears and anxieties always lurking behind the sexy smile.
What fascinates me about Marilyn is not her screen life; I haven’t seen a single movie that she acted. Neither do I watch movies. It is the ease in which she could attract the crème de la crème of Washington, Hollywood, Wall Street, Sport, Academia and anybody who was somebody in the world then, to her thighs. Even the mafia crossed her radar at one time.
Her sex acquaintances read like who was who in the world of that time: John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy, Arthur Mill, Frank Sinatra? Maybe. She was loved, but she never loved herself. Her insecurities were catastrophic. But, has any other woman managed to conquer Washington and Hollywood? Have a direct number to the President of the US of A. Even Sza Sza Gabor did not come close. Marilyn was the quintessential fame fatale!
So much conspiracy theories have been fronted to explain her mysterious death: murder, suicide, drug overdose. I don’t much care whether Frank Sinatra orchestrated her death in conjunction with the CIA or the Mafia to protect his brother-in-law’s reputation. Suicide is way off the mark. Marilyn committing suicide because the President refused to pick her call? Don’t think so. Drug overdose is close. Am just interested in her celebrity dick overdose. It seems we may not know any new facts. Imagine if she had a black box tucked somewhere in her pussie, the labs would have churned out a better movie than she ever acted!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Women are heartless capitalists, men are socialists
I have always insisted that women do not mean well for us. They are incorrigible thieves, blood suckers, parasites, pests and vampires. The way your phone will always ring when you have money- date, birthday, pussie, picnic, dinner, lunch, excursion, exhibition and even funerals. Listen to bitches calling you. ‘Please, can you make it; I need your company, don’t fail me honey blah blah.’ Everyday, every hour.
Because of your money, women can make you believe you are the most romantic, fly and handsome dude under the sun. In fact they will not mince words to tell you. They can even be poetic about it. They will search the net to get the most flirtatious words to write you every nite before you sleep. Wait till the money dries out. Your phone will hush up like a cemetery at nite. When you call, you get the most ridiculous of excuses. These vampires will disappear like ice in the Sahara. This is when it dawns on you that it was about your money not heart, humor, wit, height or hunk they claimed you were or possessed. Listen good, all women are prostitutes. It is only about what material benefit they are getting out of you. Forget about love. It is an obsolete word in their lingo.
Hear them sluts talk after your downfall- a cry babie, a wimp, a thick guy, lacks foresight, couldn’t even invest a cent, look at his car, unkempt, think he is balding, he has even lost weight, who needs a LOSER!
Before you continue reading this article, kindly note that all women are scheming gold diggers. Fiendishly smart whores!
I know it. Been there first hand. Before, could fuck bitches from am to pm. At one time, I had twelve regular girlfriends. Wait till I lost my job. The only females who call me are my sister and my mother. Period.
What prompted me to write this story was a bitch I met today in her neighborhood. She is called J. she is one of my former fucking gals. I met her next to her flat today; she greeted me casually and hurried away. She greeted me like I was someone who used to sell groundnuts in town. I was flummoxed, God! A gal I used to screw and give her bus fare and money for lunch to last a whole month dared snub me? The world is coming to a quick end. I could not believe it. Surprised me but not shocked me. I have gotten used to this now.
Surprised that a cheap gal who works as a waiter in some honky-tonk can rebuff me. An unschooled hayseed who makes less money than can feed a village mongrel for a single day. I concluded a bitch is a bitch. They think because you are broke today, tomorrow is your funeral! They think short term; I bet their brains are in their asses or stomach.
This bitch I had fucked for sometime. In fact I used to screw her and her younger sister. I started with the younger but her pussie developed some stinking smell. Real bad stinking pussie that was. I left her but this bitch started seducing me. And I fucked her. Now she dares take me for granted. Funny. She refused me her pussie when she heard I lost my job. Last time I heard she was fucking a 70 year old geezer.
My conclusion is this, when you have money, screw all the women you meet. Always bear in your mind that they are ONLY after your money. Fuck them and don’t give them a dime. Never go back to them again. Move on to another slut. Fuck her. Break her heart, blow up their pussies and shatter their asses. And on and on. Never buy them even a single drink. Never love any. They are all the same. Heartless whores. Treat them like trash and God will bless you. They are blood sucking creatures!
I have always insisted that women do not mean well for us. They are incorrigible thieves, blood suckers, parasites, pests and vampires. The way your phone will always ring when you have money- date, birthday, pussie, picnic, dinner, lunch, excursion, exhibition and even funerals. Listen to bitches calling you. ‘Please, can you make it; I need your company, don’t fail me honey blah blah.’ Everyday, every hour.
Because of your money, women can make you believe you are the most romantic, fly and handsome dude under the sun. In fact they will not mince words to tell you. They can even be poetic about it. They will search the net to get the most flirtatious words to write you every nite before you sleep. Wait till the money dries out. Your phone will hush up like a cemetery at nite. When you call, you get the most ridiculous of excuses. These vampires will disappear like ice in the Sahara. This is when it dawns on you that it was about your money not heart, humor, wit, height or hunk they claimed you were or possessed. Listen good, all women are prostitutes. It is only about what material benefit they are getting out of you. Forget about love. It is an obsolete word in their lingo.
Hear them sluts talk after your downfall- a cry babie, a wimp, a thick guy, lacks foresight, couldn’t even invest a cent, look at his car, unkempt, think he is balding, he has even lost weight, who needs a LOSER!
Before you continue reading this article, kindly note that all women are scheming gold diggers. Fiendishly smart whores!
I know it. Been there first hand. Before, could fuck bitches from am to pm. At one time, I had twelve regular girlfriends. Wait till I lost my job. The only females who call me are my sister and my mother. Period.
What prompted me to write this story was a bitch I met today in her neighborhood. She is called J. she is one of my former fucking gals. I met her next to her flat today; she greeted me casually and hurried away. She greeted me like I was someone who used to sell groundnuts in town. I was flummoxed, God! A gal I used to screw and give her bus fare and money for lunch to last a whole month dared snub me? The world is coming to a quick end. I could not believe it. Surprised me but not shocked me. I have gotten used to this now.
Surprised that a cheap gal who works as a waiter in some honky-tonk can rebuff me. An unschooled hayseed who makes less money than can feed a village mongrel for a single day. I concluded a bitch is a bitch. They think because you are broke today, tomorrow is your funeral! They think short term; I bet their brains are in their asses or stomach.
This bitch I had fucked for sometime. In fact I used to screw her and her younger sister. I started with the younger but her pussie developed some stinking smell. Real bad stinking pussie that was. I left her but this bitch started seducing me. And I fucked her. Now she dares take me for granted. Funny. She refused me her pussie when she heard I lost my job. Last time I heard she was fucking a 70 year old geezer.
My conclusion is this, when you have money, screw all the women you meet. Always bear in your mind that they are ONLY after your money. Fuck them and don’t give them a dime. Never go back to them again. Move on to another slut. Fuck her. Break her heart, blow up their pussies and shatter their asses. And on and on. Never buy them even a single drink. Never love any. They are all the same. Heartless whores. Treat them like trash and God will bless you. They are blood sucking creatures!
Women are heartless capitalists, men are socialists
I have always insisted that women do not mean well for us. They are incorrigible thieves, blood suckers, parasites, pests and vampires. The way your phone will always ring when you have money- date, birthday, pussie, picnic, dinner, lunch, excursion, exhibition and even funerals. Listen to bitches calling you. ‘Please, can you make it; I need your company, don’t fail me honey blah blah.’ Everyday, every hour.
Because of your money, women can make you believe you are the most romantic, fly and handsome dude under the sun. In fact they will not mince words to tell you. They can even be poetic about it. They will search the net to get the most flirtatious words to write you every nite before you sleep. Wait till the money dries out. Your phone will hush up like a cemetery at nite. When you call, you get the most ridiculous of excuses. These vampires will disappear like ice in the Sahara. This is when it dawns on you that it was about your money not heart, humor, wit, height or hunk they claimed you were or possessed. Listen good, all women are prostitutes. It is only about what material benefit they are getting out of you. Forget about love. It is an obsolete word in their lingo.
Hear them sluts talk after your downfall- a cry babie, a wimp, a thick guy, lacks foresight, couldn’t even invest a cent, look at his car, unkempt, think he is balding, he has even lost weight, who needs a LOSER!
Before you continue reading this article, kindly note that all women are scheming gold diggers. Fiendishly smart whores!
I know it. Been there first hand. Before, could fuck bitches from am to pm. At one time, I had twelve regular girlfriends. Wait till I lost my job. The only females who call me are my sister and my mother. Period.
What prompted me to write this story was a bitch I met today in her neighborhood. She is called J. she is one of my former fucking gals. I met her next to her flat today; she greeted me casually and hurried away. She greeted me like I was someone who used to sell groundnuts in town. I was flummoxed, God! A gal I used to screw and give her bus fare and money for lunch to last a whole month dared snub me? The world is coming to a quick end. I could not believe it. Surprised me but not shocked me. I have gotten used to this now.
Surprised that a cheap gal who works as a waiter in some honky-tonk can rebuff me. An unschooled hayseed who makes less money than can feed a village mongrel for a single day. I concluded a bitch is a bitch. They think because you are broke today, tomorrow is your funeral! They think short term; I bet their brains are in their asses or stomach.
This bitch I had fucked for sometime. In fact I used to screw her and her younger sister. I started with the younger but her pussie developed some stinking smell. Real bad stinking pussie that was. I left her but this bitch started seducing me. And I fucked her. Now she dares take me for granted. Funny. She refused me her pussie when she heard I lost my job. Last time I heard she was fucking a 70 year old geezer.
My conclusion is this, when you have money, screw all the women you meet. Always bear in your mind that they are ONLY after your money. Fuck them and don’t give them a dime. Never go back to them again. Move on to another slut. Fuck her. Break her heart, blow up their pussies and shatter their asses. And on and on. Never buy them even a single drink. Never love any. They are all the same. Heartless whores. Treat them like trash and God will bless you. They are blood sucking creatures!
I have always insisted that women do not mean well for us. They are incorrigible thieves, blood suckers, parasites, pests and vampires. The way your phone will always ring when you have money- date, birthday, pussie, picnic, dinner, lunch, excursion, exhibition and even funerals. Listen to bitches calling you. ‘Please, can you make it; I need your company, don’t fail me honey blah blah.’ Everyday, every hour.
Because of your money, women can make you believe you are the most romantic, fly and handsome dude under the sun. In fact they will not mince words to tell you. They can even be poetic about it. They will search the net to get the most flirtatious words to write you every nite before you sleep. Wait till the money dries out. Your phone will hush up like a cemetery at nite. When you call, you get the most ridiculous of excuses. These vampires will disappear like ice in the Sahara. This is when it dawns on you that it was about your money not heart, humor, wit, height or hunk they claimed you were or possessed. Listen good, all women are prostitutes. It is only about what material benefit they are getting out of you. Forget about love. It is an obsolete word in their lingo.
Hear them sluts talk after your downfall- a cry babie, a wimp, a thick guy, lacks foresight, couldn’t even invest a cent, look at his car, unkempt, think he is balding, he has even lost weight, who needs a LOSER!
Before you continue reading this article, kindly note that all women are scheming gold diggers. Fiendishly smart whores!
I know it. Been there first hand. Before, could fuck bitches from am to pm. At one time, I had twelve regular girlfriends. Wait till I lost my job. The only females who call me are my sister and my mother. Period.
What prompted me to write this story was a bitch I met today in her neighborhood. She is called J. she is one of my former fucking gals. I met her next to her flat today; she greeted me casually and hurried away. She greeted me like I was someone who used to sell groundnuts in town. I was flummoxed, God! A gal I used to screw and give her bus fare and money for lunch to last a whole month dared snub me? The world is coming to a quick end. I could not believe it. Surprised me but not shocked me. I have gotten used to this now.
Surprised that a cheap gal who works as a waiter in some honky-tonk can rebuff me. An unschooled hayseed who makes less money than can feed a village mongrel for a single day. I concluded a bitch is a bitch. They think because you are broke today, tomorrow is your funeral! They think short term; I bet their brains are in their asses or stomach.
This bitch I had fucked for sometime. In fact I used to screw her and her younger sister. I started with the younger but her pussie developed some stinking smell. Real bad stinking pussie that was. I left her but this bitch started seducing me. And I fucked her. Now she dares take me for granted. Funny. She refused me her pussie when she heard I lost my job. Last time I heard she was fucking a 70 year old geezer.
My conclusion is this, when you have money, screw all the women you meet. Always bear in your mind that they are ONLY after your money. Fuck them and don’t give them a dime. Never go back to them again. Move on to another slut. Fuck her. Break her heart, blow up their pussies and shatter their asses. And on and on. Never buy them even a single drink. Never love any. They are all the same. Heartless whores. Treat them like trash and God will bless you. They are blood sucking creatures!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
That was such a close shave with the law!
Handcuffed, in the dock, cameras flashing away, cops standing by my side, my head bowed in shame, a mean female judge reading charges of pedophilia…these are the images that were playing peek-a-boo in my mind as I went to open the door.
Know you wondering what the heck is goin on here. Let me put you in the picture. There is this new gal assisting her mum in selling groceries in their makeshift stall by the road. She has some brand new boobs, a fresh smile and a hot round ass. She is definitely a minor but her demeanor is way above her age. Guess her age is in the region of fourteen. Once asked her but she declined to tell me. She is such a cool chat. We normally exchange some jokes. Even when her mum is around, she doesn’t much care shouting some expletives on me. Her mum is also a sweet lady but somewhat overweight, I chose to postpone seducing her to some future date.
Yesterday, she was all alone in the stall. I bought some mangoes and asked her whether she could drop by my place for tea and maby catch some movie. She told me that she will be my guest for breakfast the next day (today). She requested for my number which I spelled out without much ado. Didn’t take her number though. I left there with a mixture of emotions. My moral conviction or more precisely fear for the law dictates that I keep my silly dick off underage gals. This aint easy, you see, this category are the most voluptuous and sumptuous of them all. Problem is the law men. Think they should adjust the age of majority to fourteen in the new constitution. Not that young gals are not getting fucked. They are. Fucked so hard. The rule is ‘never get yoself caught.’ This is one felony that can get you behind bars for a long long time. Besides, the sex pest label will stick for eternity.
At some minutes past 7 am today, my phone rang, I was still in bed. Being jobless means you can sleep yo ass off. The number was unfamiliar. I picked it up. Some musical voice asked for my door number. I said 109. The voice confidently said ‘gimme three minutes.’ She hang up before I could reply. Memories of yesterday hit me with a bang. The grocery gal! I was excited and anxious at the same time. As I came from the bathroom, a soft knock came from the door. I almost froze. I opened the door, and there she was, in full school uniform- a red sweater, blue tunic, white socks, black shoes and a confident smile. I was nonplussed for a second. She eased herself inside and planted a kiss on my cheek. It was sweet. I locked the door. She told me that I was such a lazy boy,
‘How could you be sleeping this late?’
‘Am a nocturnal animal’
‘Who were you screwing all nite?’
‘You, in ma dreams’
‘Cut the crap, where is my tea?’
‘Lets go to bed I finish my sleep then am gonna cook you some’
‘Ok. I won’t sleep. Just to watch you sleep like a fool’
In the bedroom, I switched on ma radio and tuned it to Capital FM. Some chick was talking about condoms. I jumped to bed while she sat at the edge as she fidgeted with my radio remote. She had nicely combed black hair. Parted to the side. Her white socks were short. Her tunic was above her knees to expose sugary thighs. The type I haven’t seen in a century. Almost pink in color. As I lied down, my dick failed to behave. I told her to join in me bed with her clothes on. For warmth as the weather was chilly. She was non-communicative. She sat there mute. I looked at her face and her eyes were lazy and watery. She was horny beyond talk. I got off her shoes and lifted her to bed. I pulled a blanket to cover us and held her.
What a kisser. That gal knows how to do it. Or is it part of the school syllabus? Been long since I was in school. She was an expert. She left me gasping for breath. I threw my blanket away, lifted her tunic to expose a red panty. I pulled it off. She parted her legs. I bent to kiss her pussy. She had sparse population of soft pubic hair. It was small and sweet and juicy. Her clit was slippery. She moaned softly and urged me to stop it. I continued, she wriggled with spasms of bliss. I pulled her sweater off. The sight of her bust did away with my sanity. Full n hard. I unbuttoned the few buttons and lifted her cream bra up. Those boobs were a sight to behold! Nipples erect and murderous! I kissed them for long.
She shouted me to either screw her or I let go. It was such a serious threat. I pushed my panty down and removed ma dick. In my bed drawer, I pulled out a condom, slit it open with my teeth and put it on with my right hand. I shoved it gently into her pussie. So wet n warm n hot. God! It was sweet. I rode missionary for a while before she turned up n indicated she wanted doggie. We doggied. That gal could shake you to hell. She came shouting faster! Faster! Hard! Hard! Done, I was sweating and exhausted. I threw my condom to the side of bed and held her in a tight embrace, what a sweet gal. To hell with the law.
A knock on the door startled me back to earth. Who is it? Fuck them, it is still early, who is the fuckin vagabond now? An angry female voice shouted open; I recognized the voice as her mother’s! Jesus motherfuckin Christ! No!
I told the gal to dress up. She was bamboozled beyond sense. I searched for her panty without success. Told her to do without it and to put on her shoes. I opened the backdoor silently and whispered her that she sneak out silently as I open the door for her mum. She obeyed.
I collected the spent condoms and flushed them down the toilet in case she was accompanied by the police or stupid neighbors. I went in my sleeping attire and opened the door. Thank God! The killjoy was alone. She was not screaming either. The woman came in and checked around my house without a question. She went to my bedroom. Learned what she was looking for was not there. By that time her daughter had gone through the front gate as her mum wasted time in my house. She made to go back.
I shut the door and pinched myself on my thigh to test whether it was a real. I laughed. What an anticlimax! But I tasted at least some flesh. I don’t know whether to look that woman again in the face.
‘That was such a sweeeeet one! Hope we have it again soon. Very soon! Don’t worry about mum; I will take care of that! By the way I was going for my closing day; guess what, I am position two. We should celebrate this in style. Cheers!’ this is the text that she has just sent me now! What a day this is! And it is not over yet.
Handcuffed, in the dock, cameras flashing away, cops standing by my side, my head bowed in shame, a mean female judge reading charges of pedophilia…these are the images that were playing peek-a-boo in my mind as I went to open the door.
Know you wondering what the heck is goin on here. Let me put you in the picture. There is this new gal assisting her mum in selling groceries in their makeshift stall by the road. She has some brand new boobs, a fresh smile and a hot round ass. She is definitely a minor but her demeanor is way above her age. Guess her age is in the region of fourteen. Once asked her but she declined to tell me. She is such a cool chat. We normally exchange some jokes. Even when her mum is around, she doesn’t much care shouting some expletives on me. Her mum is also a sweet lady but somewhat overweight, I chose to postpone seducing her to some future date.
Yesterday, she was all alone in the stall. I bought some mangoes and asked her whether she could drop by my place for tea and maby catch some movie. She told me that she will be my guest for breakfast the next day (today). She requested for my number which I spelled out without much ado. Didn’t take her number though. I left there with a mixture of emotions. My moral conviction or more precisely fear for the law dictates that I keep my silly dick off underage gals. This aint easy, you see, this category are the most voluptuous and sumptuous of them all. Problem is the law men. Think they should adjust the age of majority to fourteen in the new constitution. Not that young gals are not getting fucked. They are. Fucked so hard. The rule is ‘never get yoself caught.’ This is one felony that can get you behind bars for a long long time. Besides, the sex pest label will stick for eternity.
At some minutes past 7 am today, my phone rang, I was still in bed. Being jobless means you can sleep yo ass off. The number was unfamiliar. I picked it up. Some musical voice asked for my door number. I said 109. The voice confidently said ‘gimme three minutes.’ She hang up before I could reply. Memories of yesterday hit me with a bang. The grocery gal! I was excited and anxious at the same time. As I came from the bathroom, a soft knock came from the door. I almost froze. I opened the door, and there she was, in full school uniform- a red sweater, blue tunic, white socks, black shoes and a confident smile. I was nonplussed for a second. She eased herself inside and planted a kiss on my cheek. It was sweet. I locked the door. She told me that I was such a lazy boy,
‘How could you be sleeping this late?’
‘Am a nocturnal animal’
‘Who were you screwing all nite?’
‘You, in ma dreams’
‘Cut the crap, where is my tea?’
‘Lets go to bed I finish my sleep then am gonna cook you some’
‘Ok. I won’t sleep. Just to watch you sleep like a fool’
In the bedroom, I switched on ma radio and tuned it to Capital FM. Some chick was talking about condoms. I jumped to bed while she sat at the edge as she fidgeted with my radio remote. She had nicely combed black hair. Parted to the side. Her white socks were short. Her tunic was above her knees to expose sugary thighs. The type I haven’t seen in a century. Almost pink in color. As I lied down, my dick failed to behave. I told her to join in me bed with her clothes on. For warmth as the weather was chilly. She was non-communicative. She sat there mute. I looked at her face and her eyes were lazy and watery. She was horny beyond talk. I got off her shoes and lifted her to bed. I pulled a blanket to cover us and held her.
What a kisser. That gal knows how to do it. Or is it part of the school syllabus? Been long since I was in school. She was an expert. She left me gasping for breath. I threw my blanket away, lifted her tunic to expose a red panty. I pulled it off. She parted her legs. I bent to kiss her pussy. She had sparse population of soft pubic hair. It was small and sweet and juicy. Her clit was slippery. She moaned softly and urged me to stop it. I continued, she wriggled with spasms of bliss. I pulled her sweater off. The sight of her bust did away with my sanity. Full n hard. I unbuttoned the few buttons and lifted her cream bra up. Those boobs were a sight to behold! Nipples erect and murderous! I kissed them for long.
She shouted me to either screw her or I let go. It was such a serious threat. I pushed my panty down and removed ma dick. In my bed drawer, I pulled out a condom, slit it open with my teeth and put it on with my right hand. I shoved it gently into her pussie. So wet n warm n hot. God! It was sweet. I rode missionary for a while before she turned up n indicated she wanted doggie. We doggied. That gal could shake you to hell. She came shouting faster! Faster! Hard! Hard! Done, I was sweating and exhausted. I threw my condom to the side of bed and held her in a tight embrace, what a sweet gal. To hell with the law.
A knock on the door startled me back to earth. Who is it? Fuck them, it is still early, who is the fuckin vagabond now? An angry female voice shouted open; I recognized the voice as her mother’s! Jesus motherfuckin Christ! No!
I told the gal to dress up. She was bamboozled beyond sense. I searched for her panty without success. Told her to do without it and to put on her shoes. I opened the backdoor silently and whispered her that she sneak out silently as I open the door for her mum. She obeyed.
I collected the spent condoms and flushed them down the toilet in case she was accompanied by the police or stupid neighbors. I went in my sleeping attire and opened the door. Thank God! The killjoy was alone. She was not screaming either. The woman came in and checked around my house without a question. She went to my bedroom. Learned what she was looking for was not there. By that time her daughter had gone through the front gate as her mum wasted time in my house. She made to go back.
I shut the door and pinched myself on my thigh to test whether it was a real. I laughed. What an anticlimax! But I tasted at least some flesh. I don’t know whether to look that woman again in the face.
‘That was such a sweeeeet one! Hope we have it again soon. Very soon! Don’t worry about mum; I will take care of that! By the way I was going for my closing day; guess what, I am position two. We should celebrate this in style. Cheers!’ this is the text that she has just sent me now! What a day this is! And it is not over yet.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
FREEBIES IN THE AIR!
The year 2009 was such a good year for riff-raffs, scum and the ‘downtrodden’. Manna is falling from heaven. The manual is simple; masquerade as a squatter in Mau or an IDP in the various never ending camps, attract media attention, look miserable on TV, your tribal Mps to make a lot of noise and voila! You are inside the gravy train. The catch is patience and the will to waste a lot of time. This is not hard for a people who have resigned themselves to fate and didn’t have much to do anyway.
Tribalism in Kenya has made commonsense impossible. Most genuine IDPs might have gone back to their farms when peace returned a long time ago. Not many Kenyans would waste time begging for the government ear and aid when you are used to reaping from your own sweat. Impostors made blackmail unions and appointed spokespeople to hoodwink the government to buy land and resettle them elsewhere. The big question is, when your houses were burnt, what happened to the land?
Since the IDPs were Kikuyu, and voters for that matter, Kikuyu leaders made a concerted and unified campaign for their resettlement. And behold! They were resettled. Not a single MP or leader dared questioned this initiative. Opposing a tribal standpoint is treasonable. In any case, the sight was an eyesore didn’t augur well for our international image! The Minister of Finance, whose docket was responsible for financing the resettlement, was Magnanimous enough to sell them his father’s Gicheha farm. What generosity from Uhuru Kenyatta!
When that was done, there came the Mau issue. A noble initiative to reclaim a vital water tower but which meant that the people who had illegally encroached forest land over the years would have to be evicted. The Mau circus was then made to grip the nation. The debate of course degenerated into a tribal contest. The Kalenjin leaders protested that their people are being targeted for persecution by the Prime Minister, Hon Raila Odinga.
When the vacating notice lapsed, the encroachers trooped out, on their volition. Obviously peasant farmers, poverty was evident from their faces, clothes, and the few belongings they clutched on their wiry hands. Even the structures they had called home depicted a life of misery and penury. I would have said the best thing to have happened to these people was to be evicted from that God forsaken land but the vote hungry tribal chiefs see it differently. Climate or no climate, these are our people who have every right to live in the forest. What belies their newfound crusade for the rights of the poor is the hearts and minds they will win for championing the community cause. Viva Ruto!
I happen to come from the original homeland of these ‘forest squatters’. In the early 90s, there was talk of free fertile land in Tinet. (According to us, the land that is now referred to as Mau is generally referred to as Tinet). What started the exploit was that prior to the first multi-party elections of 1992, the Moi government offered to settle all the squatters in the Rift Valley in a place Mauche, land that was hived off from the Mau complex for the purpose. That was done. This kicked off the exodus to Mau.
Historically, there have been several bids by people from the Kipsikiis community to alienate part of the forest for settlement. A bid that was always thwarted by the government. It is part of the folklore that our forefathers had warned the community not to inhabit Tinet (now referred to as Mau) for reasons that has never been explained. The belief is widely held. There is even a folk song to that effect. Even the Mau evictees know it too well. What begs to be explained is why this people insisted on Mau in the first place.
Apart from political reasons, I can give account to some reasons. Since my neighbors are part of the squad, I can pinpoint as to why each and every one of them migrated to Mau.
First, the majority of the Mau forest settlers were basically expansionists. They had and still have arable land in my home area but they wanted more land. Off they went to Mau. When some of them didn’t secure titles, they came back. Some stayed put to date. They are now in the camps. But they have land at their home of origin.
The second lot was simply happy-go-lucky freebooters. They sold off their lands and squandered the money, when it was over; reality dawned and wanted a place to live in. And off they set off to Mau for free land.
Related to the above category are people who sold of heir small pieces of land to buy a bigger one in the forest even though they knew very well that the land had no title deeds. Some wanted to enjoy part of the money.
The last is a very interesting group. Outcasts, thieves, divorcees, and rapists make up this bunch. The moment the police is looking for you to answer for cattle rustling or any crime, there was a no man’s land free from the law and where you could also chance some land. Women who could not put up with their husbands found a safe haven in Mau. These are the people our leaders are fighting the government for compensation.
In the 90s and early 2000s, there were fraudsters and brokers marauding in Bomet and Trans Mara Districts and I believe other Kalenjin districts collecting money and ID cards to secure people land in Mau. I remember my mum dismissing them that no land can be bought for two hundred bob. Many people fell prey and followed them to Mau. Many were to miss voting in 97 and 2002 because their IDs were in Mau. These are the people crying to be resettled.
In short, the people our leaders are shouting and issuing threats about rights, blah blah have a place to call home after all and do not deserve government assistance or resettlement in any way. The supposed squatters know better. Even those big shots who have titles should tell us whom they bought the land from. Government? They were government then. Unless this government wants to kick off another round of freebies, this time round for the rich, nobody should be compensated for theft and plunder. Rich or poor. Leaders should worry about the next generation, not the next election.
The year 2009 was such a good year for riff-raffs, scum and the ‘downtrodden’. Manna is falling from heaven. The manual is simple; masquerade as a squatter in Mau or an IDP in the various never ending camps, attract media attention, look miserable on TV, your tribal Mps to make a lot of noise and voila! You are inside the gravy train. The catch is patience and the will to waste a lot of time. This is not hard for a people who have resigned themselves to fate and didn’t have much to do anyway.
Tribalism in Kenya has made commonsense impossible. Most genuine IDPs might have gone back to their farms when peace returned a long time ago. Not many Kenyans would waste time begging for the government ear and aid when you are used to reaping from your own sweat. Impostors made blackmail unions and appointed spokespeople to hoodwink the government to buy land and resettle them elsewhere. The big question is, when your houses were burnt, what happened to the land?
Since the IDPs were Kikuyu, and voters for that matter, Kikuyu leaders made a concerted and unified campaign for their resettlement. And behold! They were resettled. Not a single MP or leader dared questioned this initiative. Opposing a tribal standpoint is treasonable. In any case, the sight was an eyesore didn’t augur well for our international image! The Minister of Finance, whose docket was responsible for financing the resettlement, was Magnanimous enough to sell them his father’s Gicheha farm. What generosity from Uhuru Kenyatta!
When that was done, there came the Mau issue. A noble initiative to reclaim a vital water tower but which meant that the people who had illegally encroached forest land over the years would have to be evicted. The Mau circus was then made to grip the nation. The debate of course degenerated into a tribal contest. The Kalenjin leaders protested that their people are being targeted for persecution by the Prime Minister, Hon Raila Odinga.
When the vacating notice lapsed, the encroachers trooped out, on their volition. Obviously peasant farmers, poverty was evident from their faces, clothes, and the few belongings they clutched on their wiry hands. Even the structures they had called home depicted a life of misery and penury. I would have said the best thing to have happened to these people was to be evicted from that God forsaken land but the vote hungry tribal chiefs see it differently. Climate or no climate, these are our people who have every right to live in the forest. What belies their newfound crusade for the rights of the poor is the hearts and minds they will win for championing the community cause. Viva Ruto!
I happen to come from the original homeland of these ‘forest squatters’. In the early 90s, there was talk of free fertile land in Tinet. (According to us, the land that is now referred to as Mau is generally referred to as Tinet). What started the exploit was that prior to the first multi-party elections of 1992, the Moi government offered to settle all the squatters in the Rift Valley in a place Mauche, land that was hived off from the Mau complex for the purpose. That was done. This kicked off the exodus to Mau.
Historically, there have been several bids by people from the Kipsikiis community to alienate part of the forest for settlement. A bid that was always thwarted by the government. It is part of the folklore that our forefathers had warned the community not to inhabit Tinet (now referred to as Mau) for reasons that has never been explained. The belief is widely held. There is even a folk song to that effect. Even the Mau evictees know it too well. What begs to be explained is why this people insisted on Mau in the first place.
Apart from political reasons, I can give account to some reasons. Since my neighbors are part of the squad, I can pinpoint as to why each and every one of them migrated to Mau.
First, the majority of the Mau forest settlers were basically expansionists. They had and still have arable land in my home area but they wanted more land. Off they went to Mau. When some of them didn’t secure titles, they came back. Some stayed put to date. They are now in the camps. But they have land at their home of origin.
The second lot was simply happy-go-lucky freebooters. They sold off their lands and squandered the money, when it was over; reality dawned and wanted a place to live in. And off they set off to Mau for free land.
Related to the above category are people who sold of heir small pieces of land to buy a bigger one in the forest even though they knew very well that the land had no title deeds. Some wanted to enjoy part of the money.
The last is a very interesting group. Outcasts, thieves, divorcees, and rapists make up this bunch. The moment the police is looking for you to answer for cattle rustling or any crime, there was a no man’s land free from the law and where you could also chance some land. Women who could not put up with their husbands found a safe haven in Mau. These are the people our leaders are fighting the government for compensation.
In the 90s and early 2000s, there were fraudsters and brokers marauding in Bomet and Trans Mara Districts and I believe other Kalenjin districts collecting money and ID cards to secure people land in Mau. I remember my mum dismissing them that no land can be bought for two hundred bob. Many people fell prey and followed them to Mau. Many were to miss voting in 97 and 2002 because their IDs were in Mau. These are the people crying to be resettled.
In short, the people our leaders are shouting and issuing threats about rights, blah blah have a place to call home after all and do not deserve government assistance or resettlement in any way. The supposed squatters know better. Even those big shots who have titles should tell us whom they bought the land from. Government? They were government then. Unless this government wants to kick off another round of freebies, this time round for the rich, nobody should be compensated for theft and plunder. Rich or poor. Leaders should worry about the next generation, not the next election.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Another work of me, who feels like producing a Reality TV Show, it is worthwhile, just have a look:
GENRE: Reality TV
TITLE OF SHOW: The Crusader
LOGLINE:
These are people who believe in a cause. They are ready to give all their worth for the success of this cause but all they got is their passion, charm and charisma. What they see and hear on TV, Internet, Radio and Newspapers disturbs their conscience and push them into action. AIDS pandemic, Cancer plight, Climate Change, Pro-life, End Poverty, and a host other Crusaders campaign for awareness for their chosen cause. They utilize all at their disposal to get the message across and advance their cause. Whatever it takes to get the message to the world: poems, internet campaign, facebook, street campaign, singing, skits, they will do for their chosen cause. The audience will ask them questions which they must answer convincingly. Whoever gets the most endorsement through votes from the audience is the victor.
SYPNOSIS
People are picked to advance a chosen cause which they believe in. they must convince the audience that a particular action must be taken to end the suffering of the people involved. Some group will be campaigning for democracy in Burma, some for debt cancellation in Africa, some for Darfur, and some for Climate Change awareness and many other causes. Various groups will be chosen to advance the various causes. They will design posters, sing on TV, start Facebook Groups, sign followers on Twitter and etc. the more people they sign in or followers they get, the more their chances of winning the crusade. Judges like Bono of U2 and other world renowned crusaders will preside over the elimination of stragglers. The winner will take home a huge money prize and title of the Crusader.
GENRE: Reality TV
TITLE OF SHOW: The Crusader
LOGLINE:
These are people who believe in a cause. They are ready to give all their worth for the success of this cause but all they got is their passion, charm and charisma. What they see and hear on TV, Internet, Radio and Newspapers disturbs their conscience and push them into action. AIDS pandemic, Cancer plight, Climate Change, Pro-life, End Poverty, and a host other Crusaders campaign for awareness for their chosen cause. They utilize all at their disposal to get the message across and advance their cause. Whatever it takes to get the message to the world: poems, internet campaign, facebook, street campaign, singing, skits, they will do for their chosen cause. The audience will ask them questions which they must answer convincingly. Whoever gets the most endorsement through votes from the audience is the victor.
SYPNOSIS
People are picked to advance a chosen cause which they believe in. they must convince the audience that a particular action must be taken to end the suffering of the people involved. Some group will be campaigning for democracy in Burma, some for debt cancellation in Africa, some for Darfur, and some for Climate Change awareness and many other causes. Various groups will be chosen to advance the various causes. They will design posters, sing on TV, start Facebook Groups, sign followers on Twitter and etc. the more people they sign in or followers they get, the more their chances of winning the crusade. Judges like Bono of U2 and other world renowned crusaders will preside over the elimination of stragglers. The winner will take home a huge money prize and title of the Crusader.
REALITY TV CONCEPT!
Well, guys am a writer but not a TV Producer, who wannaTITLE OF SHOW: Hustler Nation
TITLE OF SHOW: Hustler Nation
Logline:
The Apprentice meets Survivor: faced with joblessness arising from the Economic Recession, many people find themselves in an unfriendly and uncharted territory; food has to be put on the table, bills have to be paid, and their social status has to be maintained at all costs. The world is fast crumbling on them. Jobs are not forthcoming but the son of man must live. Before they know, they have become part of the Hustler Inc, a world where you either swim or sink; it is a world of daily struggle for daily survival but with the future in mind. The competition is cut-throat; it is a jungle that can only be conquered by wit, charm, skills and sheer courage. Some will make, others will break. The denizens of Hustler Nation push very hard to earn a living, day by day, week by week, trying every odd job that come their way. Not all will be successful. There is tension and desperation in lose; joy and elation in success. Some will apply the knowledge they gained in college to get along, some will chance anything. Some will live each day as it comes, others will be subtle. The unfortunate will scrounge around, some will beg discreetly because there is an image to protect. Whatever strategy, the verdict lies with the audience.
SYNOPSIS
Unemployed men and women are selected from various levels of hustling and taken to a new city whence they have to put their hustling skills into use for survival. They have but their clothes only. No money, food, shelter or mercy. The going is tough but the game is worth playing. The tunnel is very dark; the prize money shines at the end of it. It is a one man struggle for survival and victory. A teacher will talk his way to get a one day job to teach so he/she can earn a living for that day; the following day will be a different attempt. Same for the beautician, IT specialist, DJ etc. they can baby-sit, maw the lawns, chauffeur someone, do housekeeping etc. white or blue collar, the bottom line is money. The more skills you have, the better. Whatever money you make is used to buy food, a hotel room and other basics. This is not all; whatever you save will be multiplied by the number of votes you get at the end of the week. The lesser the money you make, the more chances that you are going home. The only respite is; you will go home will all the money you accumulated in the show.
Rules of the game:
One must have been unemployed for some time or has been laid off
It is a strange city
There is no money provided by the hosts
One must hustle to get money
The amount of money you save at the end of the week after expenditure is multiplied by the number of votes you get from the audience
You can take a loan from a fellow contestant but to be repaid with interest that you negotiate with him
Whenever you make no money, the game hosts will give you a lifeline but will cost you all the money you had earlier accumulated
Whoever accumulates the least money is evicted
Whoever successfully tries the most jobs get immunity from eviction for that week
The amount of money you make times the total votes you get from the audience equals the amount of money you take home when you are evicted or when you emerge victor less loans taken.
You can employ your charm to scrounge for money, food or accommodation to avoid the lifeline that will cost you your accumulated money
Sundays are eviction days as well as a rest day for the Hustlers
Successful business people who started out as hustlers are brought in to give the hustlers vital lessons on how to start out on Saturdays
The victor will be given the title of President of Hustler Nation and take home the prize money as well as what he earned in the show.
produce these Reality TV shows? they are hot i tell you! have a peek:
Well, guys am a writer but not a TV Producer, who wannaTITLE OF SHOW: Hustler Nation
TITLE OF SHOW: Hustler Nation
Logline:
The Apprentice meets Survivor: faced with joblessness arising from the Economic Recession, many people find themselves in an unfriendly and uncharted territory; food has to be put on the table, bills have to be paid, and their social status has to be maintained at all costs. The world is fast crumbling on them. Jobs are not forthcoming but the son of man must live. Before they know, they have become part of the Hustler Inc, a world where you either swim or sink; it is a world of daily struggle for daily survival but with the future in mind. The competition is cut-throat; it is a jungle that can only be conquered by wit, charm, skills and sheer courage. Some will make, others will break. The denizens of Hustler Nation push very hard to earn a living, day by day, week by week, trying every odd job that come their way. Not all will be successful. There is tension and desperation in lose; joy and elation in success. Some will apply the knowledge they gained in college to get along, some will chance anything. Some will live each day as it comes, others will be subtle. The unfortunate will scrounge around, some will beg discreetly because there is an image to protect. Whatever strategy, the verdict lies with the audience.
SYNOPSIS
Unemployed men and women are selected from various levels of hustling and taken to a new city whence they have to put their hustling skills into use for survival. They have but their clothes only. No money, food, shelter or mercy. The going is tough but the game is worth playing. The tunnel is very dark; the prize money shines at the end of it. It is a one man struggle for survival and victory. A teacher will talk his way to get a one day job to teach so he/she can earn a living for that day; the following day will be a different attempt. Same for the beautician, IT specialist, DJ etc. they can baby-sit, maw the lawns, chauffeur someone, do housekeeping etc. white or blue collar, the bottom line is money. The more skills you have, the better. Whatever money you make is used to buy food, a hotel room and other basics. This is not all; whatever you save will be multiplied by the number of votes you get at the end of the week. The lesser the money you make, the more chances that you are going home. The only respite is; you will go home will all the money you accumulated in the show.
Rules of the game:
One must have been unemployed for some time or has been laid off
It is a strange city
There is no money provided by the hosts
One must hustle to get money
The amount of money you save at the end of the week after expenditure is multiplied by the number of votes you get from the audience
You can take a loan from a fellow contestant but to be repaid with interest that you negotiate with him
Whenever you make no money, the game hosts will give you a lifeline but will cost you all the money you had earlier accumulated
Whoever accumulates the least money is evicted
Whoever successfully tries the most jobs get immunity from eviction for that week
The amount of money you make times the total votes you get from the audience equals the amount of money you take home when you are evicted or when you emerge victor less loans taken.
You can employ your charm to scrounge for money, food or accommodation to avoid the lifeline that will cost you your accumulated money
Sundays are eviction days as well as a rest day for the Hustlers
Successful business people who started out as hustlers are brought in to give the hustlers vital lessons on how to start out on Saturdays
The victor will be given the title of President of Hustler Nation and take home the prize money as well as what he earned in the show.
produce these Reality TV shows? they are hot i tell you! have a peek:
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Ocampo About to Strike? Ruto and Uhuru are Ocampo’s Obvious Prey
I am not psychic or clairvoyant in any way but all indications are that William Ruto and Uhuru Kenyatta will be guests of The Hague before 2012. Several strong hypotheses and events of the past few months support this prognosis.
First, the two are guilty by association owing to the sheer fact that they are the most prominent politicians from the leading protagonists in the 2008 Post Election Violence that brought the country closest to a civil war ever. This makes them the most plausible candidates. The Kalenjin and the Kikuyu communities have always had bones to pick with each other and are not the best of neighbors. It is important to note that both communities live in the Rift Valley which, and over the years, has been the epicenter of ethnic conflicts with political undertones. An outsider is forgiven if he concludes that tackling violence in Kenya boils down to addressing the Kikuyu-Kalenjin conflict. Even though this is not far from the truth, it is not exact. The bottom line has to do with the land question dating back to pre-independence days and the lack of cohesiveness between the communities due to discrepancy of culture and ways of life.
Ruto rushed to court the other day to have his name expunged from the Kenya National Commission on Human Rights report on Post Election Violence and Uhuru had done the same earlier. This point to two people who are keen on doing anything to salvage their erstwhile promising political careers that The Hague will surely deal a deathly blow. Could this be a blind coincidence? No! It seems they share some common gut feelings about the impending D-day with the man from Argentina and now they are in pre-emptive mode. It is instructive to note that Ruto is hobnobbing with the Kibaki side of the Grand Coalition which Uhuru is the top dog.
Since the Hague issue took the national fore, William Ruto has shilly-shallied with all options. Supporting the Hague today, Local tribunal the next and sometimes desperately unclear on any. At one time he made a mockery of the ICC by suggesting that it will take a hundred years for it to act and that is why he supports it. Uhuru, though less outspoken on the issue, has also added his two pence to the debate. Both have never been clear on their bet. Maybe because it is their life at stake. I don’t attribute this to lack of judgment or inconsistency of thinking but confusion. It is like extending a death row criminal the liberty to choose between lethal injection and the gas chambers. Whether he makes a careful choice or not, the end is just the same; death!
Though the same fate awaits the two gentlemen, that of a day with the ICC, I am not sure of Ruto’s case being sustainable. The ICC doesn’t boast a history of acquitting anybody so far, but he might make history as the first one to be acquitted. I am not sure of the evidence that the Waki Report and the ICC will adduce to link him to the planning, sponsoring, and instigating the violence in any way. I happened to have been close to his political machinery at the time and I can vouch for his innocence to some extend. My impression of him is of a very careful politician.
As I had earlier pointed out, the main thing that makes Ruto a suspect is that he was playing a leading role for ODM in the Kalenjin community and the assumption is that nothing would have happened without his knowledge. I am of the opinion that the Kalenjin, either through Ruto or otherwise did not plan the war in advance. I believe that the violence that followed was spontaneous and a knee jerk reaction of a people protesting a stolen election. The sheer numbers involved and the spread of the violence would have taken a machinery no less than the government to plan and execute. Even the path in my own tiny village with a homogeneous ethnicity was blocked! Besides, I was in a political position to know and would have been engaged in one way or the other. At least I can speak for South Rift with a lot of certainty because I was there at the time. Unless the North Rift, which I highly doubt, planned theirs, the war was not pre-meditated.
One likely scenario is that Ruto’s close lieutenants on the ground invoked his name to instigate, organize and sustain the violence. I am not a lawyer but I doubt whether anybody can be liable for prosecution for the actions of his political supporters.
Uhuru’s case is different from Ruto in a way. Uhuru was in the PNU side that stole the election. His people – the Kikuyu- were basically the target of ethnic violence because the president comes from their community and they had overwhelmingly voted for him. The Kikuyu were the first casualties in areas that were predominantly ODM. PNU used the police at their disposal to suppress the demonstrations in ODM zones as well as protect the Kikuyu. Many ODM supporters in Kibera, Kisumu and the Rift alley were killed by police bullets. The reaction of the Kikuyu was to retaliate against the killings of their people with the help of the rabid and outlawed gang called the Mungiki. There are credible allegations that the state issued them with guns. I thought the President and the Police Commissioner are culpable on this but Ocampo seems to have taken a different approach.
In Nakuru, Naivasha and Molo, the Mungiki slayed members of ethnic communities that were perceived to be sympathetic or had voted for ODM. It is alleged that Uhuru and others planned retaliation attacks in State House Nairobi. It is further alleged that they fundraised for the same. If this could be proved, and it is widely believed to be so, then Uhuru is in some real trouble. A fundamental fact to note is that it took time for the Kikuyu community to hit back. Could they have been planned, probably with the help of some leaders? It is for Ocampo to ferret out.
Though I believe the ICC is fair and impartial, apart from the fact that it hauls only members of the third world to its cells, Ocampo has inadvertently played into the hands of political schemers. His meeting with Raila and Kibaki made me a bit skeptical of his impartiality. His assertion that he will prosecute a few individuals fired my doubts: could he have been made to target a few leaders who are seen to be stumbling blocks in the 2012 succession game plan? I have not the slightest of doubt concerning Ocampo’s integrity but corrupted information can serve to slant anybody’s perception. The big question is; why not haul even ten characters to The Hague like it happened in Rwanda?
Allow me to play the devil’s advocate by suggesting that there is a scheme to fix Ruto and Uhuru by Kibaki and Raila. Kalonzo’s appetite to fix the two is so obvious. You just have to observe how gung-ho his protégé Kilonzo is on cooperating with the ICC and his offering to assist in arresting the suspects. Raila’s scheme also cannot make it to Political Science 101; Ruto is his greatest nemesis in the vote rich Rift Valley and sequestering him in The Hague is a one-off fix to this problem. Raila’s sojourn in the Central Province is hampered by one Uhuru Kenyatta who might run for the presidency. Confining him in The Hague obviously remove his name from the ballot. There is no other credible candidate to deny him the presidency because Kalonzo is a lightweight. Raila’s ally in the list is possibly Prof Anyang Nyong’o. This problem is already taken care of because they have persuaded Ocampo to single out two or three top guns. In any case, Nyong’o comes from Luo Nyanza where Raila is obvious to scoop all the votes. So, it is only one vote less in case Nyong’o finds himself in The Hague.
Kibaki’s interest in having the two guys in The Hague is the most intriguing and subtle. If Uhuru and Ruto are carted to The Hague, the environment for the 2012 elections will be so tense and poisoned that it will be impossible to conduct free and fair elections. There will be fear of a recurrence of violence. The UN will rule that his leadership be extended for the time being till the situation is calmed. Just look at Ivory Coast and you get the import of what I am talking about. Which African president is not a megalomaniac? Even a month in power is worth it.
As the ICC prepares to prosecute these guys, I beg to differ with Ocampo on one thing; trying to isolate PEV from its main root: rigged elections. The science of cause and effect, action and reaction would have been flouted. It is basic logic and commonsense that the PEV was sparked by the botched election of which the government and the Electoral Commission of Kenya (ECK) are liable. Subverting the cause of democracy by stealing elections hence causing anarchy is a punitive offence that ought to be punished. If Ocampo chooses to ignore this fact for political expediency, that of sparing Kibaki and Raila, in itself amounts to perpetuating impunity. Overlooking this backdrop is tantamount to political witch hunting.
There was a general call for mass action by the leadership of ODM to make the country ungovernable after the vote was rigged. The ODM side was determined to reclaim its stolen victory at all costs while the PNU side was hell bent on defending their supposed victory by all means possible. This led to anarchy and bloodshed because the tension that had gripped the nation necessarily meant that neither side could manage its foot soldiers. I am sure that Ocampo is well grounded on this and will factor it in his prosecution.
I wish Ocampo could learn some basics on the psyche and norms of the communities that were parties to the conflict.
Let me speak for the Kalenjins because I understand them and I am one of its sons. It might shed light as to why Ruto is innocent.
The Kalenjin community is a peaceful people in peace time and cannot fight a war of blame. They voted for ODM almost to a man, and when the elections were bungled they believed that it was justified to reclaim it by all means possible. It was like an intifada of sorts. To the Kalenjins, a war means blood and spoils.
There is a lot of generalization and ethnicization of issues in this community. We versus them. Even when a single cow is stolen, it is taken as a community issue and whichever the tribe that stole it, they are made to pay for it. Since time immemorial, other tribes are labeled as enemies even in peace time. And when these ‘enemies’ wrong them, then they should pay for it or the community will come to disrepute. The community name and honor is guarded jealously and violently if need be. Bravery is held in high esteem, cowardice is frowned upon. If tribe A kills one of our own, even in Europe, it is just fine to repay with any of their kinsmen in Kenya.
One factor that led to the false notion the violence was pre-planned was how the Kalenjins were able to organize themselves so fast and mount such a coordinated attack. Historically, the Kalenjins are a warrior community. Wars are highly organized and systematic. The ‘manuals’ are handed down from generation to generation. War tactics are taught in initiation to adulthood. It was not hard to put this into practice in the PEV.
Ocampo should also examine the role of poverty in the Kenyan conflicts. In the height of the post election mayhem, youth mounted illegal roadblocks even in village paths to collect money from their own people. Movement was restricted. I was surprised to be harassed by young men who knew me yet I was not an ‘enemy’.
I witnessed the Borabu – Kissii conflict start. Jobless youth and primary school boys started it for fun. There was war in the air and they didn’t want to miss the fun. Loafers imagined some bounty from the war. Unfortunately the fun escalated to a full fledged conflict and assumed a life of its own. This was not part of the PEV because the Kisii had voted for ODM.
Simplifying the PEV to just some leaders organizing and instigating violence because they reckoned elections will be stolen is to miss the point. Inter-ethnic animosities in Kenya is hydra-headed. Even the dynamics that fed the PEV is complicated. It is interesting to note that members of the Provincial Administration were targeted and had their property destroyed simply because they were perceived to have voted for PNU in Rift valley.
If the PEV was not related to the elections, why did the people burn government property? Ocampo should investigate the PEV in light of the bungled elections.
Let me wish Ocampo good luck and Godspeed in fixing impunity in this country!
First, the two are guilty by association owing to the sheer fact that they are the most prominent politicians from the leading protagonists in the 2008 Post Election Violence that brought the country closest to a civil war ever. This makes them the most plausible candidates. The Kalenjin and the Kikuyu communities have always had bones to pick with each other and are not the best of neighbors. It is important to note that both communities live in the Rift Valley which, and over the years, has been the epicenter of ethnic conflicts with political undertones. An outsider is forgiven if he concludes that tackling violence in Kenya boils down to addressing the Kikuyu-Kalenjin conflict. Even though this is not far from the truth, it is not exact. The bottom line has to do with the land question dating back to pre-independence days and the lack of cohesiveness between the communities due to discrepancy of culture and ways of life.
Ruto rushed to court the other day to have his name expunged from the Kenya National Commission on Human Rights report on Post Election Violence and Uhuru had done the same earlier. This point to two people who are keen on doing anything to salvage their erstwhile promising political careers that The Hague will surely deal a deathly blow. Could this be a blind coincidence? No! It seems they share some common gut feelings about the impending D-day with the man from Argentina and now they are in pre-emptive mode. It is instructive to note that Ruto is hobnobbing with the Kibaki side of the Grand Coalition which Uhuru is the top dog.
Since the Hague issue took the national fore, William Ruto has shilly-shallied with all options. Supporting the Hague today, Local tribunal the next and sometimes desperately unclear on any. At one time he made a mockery of the ICC by suggesting that it will take a hundred years for it to act and that is why he supports it. Uhuru, though less outspoken on the issue, has also added his two pence to the debate. Both have never been clear on their bet. Maybe because it is their life at stake. I don’t attribute this to lack of judgment or inconsistency of thinking but confusion. It is like extending a death row criminal the liberty to choose between lethal injection and the gas chambers. Whether he makes a careful choice or not, the end is just the same; death!
Though the same fate awaits the two gentlemen, that of a day with the ICC, I am not sure of Ruto’s case being sustainable. The ICC doesn’t boast a history of acquitting anybody so far, but he might make history as the first one to be acquitted. I am not sure of the evidence that the Waki Report and the ICC will adduce to link him to the planning, sponsoring, and instigating the violence in any way. I happened to have been close to his political machinery at the time and I can vouch for his innocence to some extend. My impression of him is of a very careful politician.
As I had earlier pointed out, the main thing that makes Ruto a suspect is that he was playing a leading role for ODM in the Kalenjin community and the assumption is that nothing would have happened without his knowledge. I am of the opinion that the Kalenjin, either through Ruto or otherwise did not plan the war in advance. I believe that the violence that followed was spontaneous and a knee jerk reaction of a people protesting a stolen election. The sheer numbers involved and the spread of the violence would have taken a machinery no less than the government to plan and execute. Even the path in my own tiny village with a homogeneous ethnicity was blocked! Besides, I was in a political position to know and would have been engaged in one way or the other. At least I can speak for South Rift with a lot of certainty because I was there at the time. Unless the North Rift, which I highly doubt, planned theirs, the war was not pre-meditated.
One likely scenario is that Ruto’s close lieutenants on the ground invoked his name to instigate, organize and sustain the violence. I am not a lawyer but I doubt whether anybody can be liable for prosecution for the actions of his political supporters.
Uhuru’s case is different from Ruto in a way. Uhuru was in the PNU side that stole the election. His people – the Kikuyu- were basically the target of ethnic violence because the president comes from their community and they had overwhelmingly voted for him. The Kikuyu were the first casualties in areas that were predominantly ODM. PNU used the police at their disposal to suppress the demonstrations in ODM zones as well as protect the Kikuyu. Many ODM supporters in Kibera, Kisumu and the Rift alley were killed by police bullets. The reaction of the Kikuyu was to retaliate against the killings of their people with the help of the rabid and outlawed gang called the Mungiki. There are credible allegations that the state issued them with guns. I thought the President and the Police Commissioner are culpable on this but Ocampo seems to have taken a different approach.
In Nakuru, Naivasha and Molo, the Mungiki slayed members of ethnic communities that were perceived to be sympathetic or had voted for ODM. It is alleged that Uhuru and others planned retaliation attacks in State House Nairobi. It is further alleged that they fundraised for the same. If this could be proved, and it is widely believed to be so, then Uhuru is in some real trouble. A fundamental fact to note is that it took time for the Kikuyu community to hit back. Could they have been planned, probably with the help of some leaders? It is for Ocampo to ferret out.
Though I believe the ICC is fair and impartial, apart from the fact that it hauls only members of the third world to its cells, Ocampo has inadvertently played into the hands of political schemers. His meeting with Raila and Kibaki made me a bit skeptical of his impartiality. His assertion that he will prosecute a few individuals fired my doubts: could he have been made to target a few leaders who are seen to be stumbling blocks in the 2012 succession game plan? I have not the slightest of doubt concerning Ocampo’s integrity but corrupted information can serve to slant anybody’s perception. The big question is; why not haul even ten characters to The Hague like it happened in Rwanda?
Allow me to play the devil’s advocate by suggesting that there is a scheme to fix Ruto and Uhuru by Kibaki and Raila. Kalonzo’s appetite to fix the two is so obvious. You just have to observe how gung-ho his protégé Kilonzo is on cooperating with the ICC and his offering to assist in arresting the suspects. Raila’s scheme also cannot make it to Political Science 101; Ruto is his greatest nemesis in the vote rich Rift Valley and sequestering him in The Hague is a one-off fix to this problem. Raila’s sojourn in the Central Province is hampered by one Uhuru Kenyatta who might run for the presidency. Confining him in The Hague obviously remove his name from the ballot. There is no other credible candidate to deny him the presidency because Kalonzo is a lightweight. Raila’s ally in the list is possibly Prof Anyang Nyong’o. This problem is already taken care of because they have persuaded Ocampo to single out two or three top guns. In any case, Nyong’o comes from Luo Nyanza where Raila is obvious to scoop all the votes. So, it is only one vote less in case Nyong’o finds himself in The Hague.
Kibaki’s interest in having the two guys in The Hague is the most intriguing and subtle. If Uhuru and Ruto are carted to The Hague, the environment for the 2012 elections will be so tense and poisoned that it will be impossible to conduct free and fair elections. There will be fear of a recurrence of violence. The UN will rule that his leadership be extended for the time being till the situation is calmed. Just look at Ivory Coast and you get the import of what I am talking about. Which African president is not a megalomaniac? Even a month in power is worth it.
As the ICC prepares to prosecute these guys, I beg to differ with Ocampo on one thing; trying to isolate PEV from its main root: rigged elections. The science of cause and effect, action and reaction would have been flouted. It is basic logic and commonsense that the PEV was sparked by the botched election of which the government and the Electoral Commission of Kenya (ECK) are liable. Subverting the cause of democracy by stealing elections hence causing anarchy is a punitive offence that ought to be punished. If Ocampo chooses to ignore this fact for political expediency, that of sparing Kibaki and Raila, in itself amounts to perpetuating impunity. Overlooking this backdrop is tantamount to political witch hunting.
There was a general call for mass action by the leadership of ODM to make the country ungovernable after the vote was rigged. The ODM side was determined to reclaim its stolen victory at all costs while the PNU side was hell bent on defending their supposed victory by all means possible. This led to anarchy and bloodshed because the tension that had gripped the nation necessarily meant that neither side could manage its foot soldiers. I am sure that Ocampo is well grounded on this and will factor it in his prosecution.
I wish Ocampo could learn some basics on the psyche and norms of the communities that were parties to the conflict.
Let me speak for the Kalenjins because I understand them and I am one of its sons. It might shed light as to why Ruto is innocent.
The Kalenjin community is a peaceful people in peace time and cannot fight a war of blame. They voted for ODM almost to a man, and when the elections were bungled they believed that it was justified to reclaim it by all means possible. It was like an intifada of sorts. To the Kalenjins, a war means blood and spoils.
There is a lot of generalization and ethnicization of issues in this community. We versus them. Even when a single cow is stolen, it is taken as a community issue and whichever the tribe that stole it, they are made to pay for it. Since time immemorial, other tribes are labeled as enemies even in peace time. And when these ‘enemies’ wrong them, then they should pay for it or the community will come to disrepute. The community name and honor is guarded jealously and violently if need be. Bravery is held in high esteem, cowardice is frowned upon. If tribe A kills one of our own, even in Europe, it is just fine to repay with any of their kinsmen in Kenya.
One factor that led to the false notion the violence was pre-planned was how the Kalenjins were able to organize themselves so fast and mount such a coordinated attack. Historically, the Kalenjins are a warrior community. Wars are highly organized and systematic. The ‘manuals’ are handed down from generation to generation. War tactics are taught in initiation to adulthood. It was not hard to put this into practice in the PEV.
Ocampo should also examine the role of poverty in the Kenyan conflicts. In the height of the post election mayhem, youth mounted illegal roadblocks even in village paths to collect money from their own people. Movement was restricted. I was surprised to be harassed by young men who knew me yet I was not an ‘enemy’.
I witnessed the Borabu – Kissii conflict start. Jobless youth and primary school boys started it for fun. There was war in the air and they didn’t want to miss the fun. Loafers imagined some bounty from the war. Unfortunately the fun escalated to a full fledged conflict and assumed a life of its own. This was not part of the PEV because the Kisii had voted for ODM.
Simplifying the PEV to just some leaders organizing and instigating violence because they reckoned elections will be stolen is to miss the point. Inter-ethnic animosities in Kenya is hydra-headed. Even the dynamics that fed the PEV is complicated. It is interesting to note that members of the Provincial Administration were targeted and had their property destroyed simply because they were perceived to have voted for PNU in Rift valley.
If the PEV was not related to the elections, why did the people burn government property? Ocampo should investigate the PEV in light of the bungled elections.
Let me wish Ocampo good luck and Godspeed in fixing impunity in this country!
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