Originally posted by *BOB: and Lakers will win EASy...mark my words Bro. My Witchdoctor promised me that Lakers will win hence my bold prediction and Seeker I'm glad you did mark my words...now do you want me to give you a handkerchief for you to wipe away the tears with? Che...Celtics waan sixray. My Witch-doctor (Center), Me and Fu-Fu...guess which one is me? Peace, Love & Unity.

Sheekaan idiin hayaa ee dhageesta. A black African father and his son were travelling from US to UK when the pilot suddenly announced: 'The fuel tank is getting empty; we have to throw out some of the baggage' Baggages were thrown. After a while the pilot again announced; 'The plane is still too heavy, I'm very sorry but we have to start unloading few passengers and to make it as fair as possible we will do it in an alphabetical order...so are there any Africans on board?' No answer; 'Ok any Black people on board?' No answer; 'Ok any Coloured people on board? No answer; 'Hmmm any Dark people on board?’ Still no answer; then the boy asks his dad... 'but Dad...I thought you said that we are proud African , Black , Coloured and Dark people? 'Yes my Son...but today we are N!ggers' Replied the proud dad. Peace, Love & Unity.

Ducadee dee? Peace, Love & Unity.

The youth academy of the famed dutch soccer club Ajax is grandiosely called De Toekomst — The Future. Set down beside a highway in an unprepossessing district of Amsterdam, it consists of eight well-kept playing fields and a two-story building that houses locker rooms, classrooms, workout facilities and offices for coaches and sports scientists. In an airy cafe and bar, players are served meals and visitors can have a glass of beer or a cappuccino while looking out over the training grounds. Everything about the academy, from the amenities to the pedigree of the coaches — several of them former players for the powerful Dutch national team — signifies quality. Ajax once fielded one of the top professional teams in Europe. With the increasing globalization of the sport, which has driven the best players to richer leagues in England, Germany, Italy and Spain, the club has become a different kind of enterprise — a talent factory. It manufactures players and then sells them, often for immense fees, on the world market. “All modern ideas on how to develop youngsters begin with Ajax,” Huw Jennings, an architect of the English youth-development system, told me. “They are the founding fathers.” In America, with its wide-open spaces and wide-open possibilities, we celebrate the “self-made athlete,” honor effort and luck and let children seek their own course for as long as they can — even when that means living with dreams that are unattainable and always were. The Dutch live in a cramped, soggy nation made possible only because they mastered the art of redirecting water. They are engineers with creative souls, experts at systems, infrastructure and putting scant resources to their best use. The construction of soccer players is another problem to be solved, and it’s one they undertake with a characteristic lack of sentiment or illusion. The first time I visited De Toekomst happened to coincide with the arrival of 21 new players — 7- and 8-year-olds, mainly, all from Amsterdam and its vicinity — who were spotted by scouts and identified as possible future professionals. As I came upon them, they were competing in a series of four-on-four games on a small, artificial-turf field with a wall around it, like a hockey rink, so that balls heading out of bounds bounced right back into play. It was late November and cold, with a biting wind howling off the North Sea, but the boys skittered about in only their lightweight jerseys and baggy shorts. Their shots on goal were taken with surprising force, which kept the coaches who were serving as goalkeepers flinching and shielding themselves in self-defense. The whole scene had a speeded-up, almost cartoonish feel to it, but I certainly didn’t see anyone laughing. After a series of these auditions, some players would be formally enrolled in the Ajax (pronounced EYE-ox) academy. A group of men standing near me looked on intently, clutching rosters that matched the players with their numbers. One man, Ronald de Jong, said: “I am never looking for a result — for example, which boy is scoring the most goals or even who is running the fastest. That may be because of their size and stage of development. I want to notice how a boy runs. Is he on his forefeet, running lightly? Does he have creativity with the ball? Does he seem that he is really loving the game? I think these things are good at predicting how he’ll be when he is older.” Like other professional clubs in Europe and around the world, Ajax operates something similar to a big-league baseball team’s minor-league system — but one that reaches into early childhood. De Jong, a solidly built former amateur player, is one of some 60 volunteer scouts who fan out on weekends to watch games involving local amateur clubs. (He works during the week as a prison warden.) His territory includes the area between The Hague and Haarlem — “the flower district, which is also a very good hunting ground for players” is how he described it. He’ll observe a prospect for months or even years, and players he recommends will also be watched by one of the club’s paid scouts, a coach and sometimes the director of the Ajax youth academy. But for some families, the first time they realize their boys are under serious consideration is when a letter arrives from Ajax requesting that they bring their sons in for a closer look, an invitation that is almost never declined. To comprehend the impact of a summons from Ajax, imagine a baseball-crazed kid from, say, North Jersey arriving home from school one day to learn that he has been asked to come to Yankee Stadium to perform for the team brass. One player there was de Jong’s discovery, an 8-year-old who, he said, had “talent that is off the charts.” But if this boy were to be accepted into the academy, it would mean he had completed just the first of a succession of relentless challenges. Ajax puts young players into a competitive caldron, a culture of constant improvement in which they either survive and advance or are discarded. It is not what most would regard as a child-friendly environment, but it is one that sorts out the real prodigies — those capable of playing at an elite international level — from the merely gifted. The Full Story it's a great story which I thoroughly enjoyed reading. Peace, Love & unity.

Wewe wacha kutia msichana wazimu! unapenda arufu za majani ya chai? Peace, Love & Unity.

Yeah Tonight and Lakers will win EASy...mark my words Bro. Peace, Love & Unity.

Bro Hip Hip lost its way when it left the ghetto and went to reside in the posh suburbs across the globe leaving behind its true fans and eventually alienating them. I'm not saying Hip Hop shouldn't have gone global but rather it shouldn't be used against the same people it is supposed to and used to represent. Back in the day 'Street Cred' meant being close to your community and representing them positively and addressing their social ills but today it lost its meaning and it's made to sound like as if its all about how many cars you own, how many guns you possess, how many jewellery you've got, how many cash money you've in the bank, what kind of drugs you consume and most of all how many females you've been with and for me that's not Hip Hop and it's disrespectful to label it so. I don't listen to any sort of music now, no I don't listen to Qaraami I was never good with Somali music...Sad isn't it? Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by *Buuxo*: Bob,salan sare. You still alive? Yeah Alhamdulillah and I've been busy taking myself out on a date after date just like Shukulaato & Malab. PS. Salam Lily. Peace, love & Unity.

I've already been to the Emirates and watched Gunners play thrice...Oooops Oh Boy. Peace, Love & Unity.

So we Hijacked this Liverpool fan's thread and turned it into Arsenal recruitment agency miyaa? Who did you meet? Peace, Love & Unity.

I will start again if you become an Arsenal fan just like Ibti...yeah she's an Arsenal fan and she's even been to the stadium. PS. Sorry Obbo. Peace, Love & Unity.

Huh? You know I don't speak Bengali... Peace, Love & Unity.

Buuxo Now that's the spirit. PS. Waan ku salaamay...long time no see. Peace, Love & Unity.

Just make sure you pay 'Royalty' and its yours. Peace, love & Unity.

Alloow yaa ogaada dameerka articleka soo qoray never even been to Africa! Botswana kaliya maxaa ka rabtaa, ka waran Gabon ama Mali ama Swaziland...I can also make a case for Mozambique xitta because meeshaas waa ogtahay crime keeda waa law or be it dadka waxee dhahaan tuugadeeda S.A ee usoo haajireen but still the crime rate is very very low nevertheless. Peace, Love & Unity.

I have so many countries; let's see from Somalia, to Kenya, Tanzania, Uganda, Burundi, Zambia, Malawi, Zimbabwe, Mozambique, Lesotho, Swaziland, Botswana, South Africa, Gabon, Zaire, Namibia, Angola, Togo, Senegal, Ghana, Nigeria and Mali...all these countries were GREAT and I've met warm and wonderful people there who welcomed me with open arms and treated me with respect and dignity. Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by MZanzi: Boby saan maa sxb kunahay qofta KK marke iboobsiineysay xaad yac iiga dhihi weysay Wareegto Luga Cad Beryahaan Bully ee noqotay iyada iyo Juxa sidee karbaash iigu wadeen aa waxaan bilaabay inaan isu maleeyo inaan ahay Kunta Kinte. Peace, Love & Unity.

You go to war when your husband goes to war, you've got a beef with whomever your husbad has a beef with, you respect whomever your husband respects and you detest even hate whomever your husband is sick of seeing but most of all you should love Arsenal as it's your husband's second love...after YOU of course. :cool: Peace, Love & Unity.

Hip Hop used to be fun, used to be the voice of reason and most of all it used to be the voice of the voiceless until it became commercialized, an old teacher of mine once said to me about how he stopped loving life the day his childhood sweetheart started hanging out with bunch of older guys who in no time taught her how to smoke first cigarette then spliff and eventually told him that he was too country for her and I, like my old professor stopped loving Hip Hop the day it started hanging out with guys who only wanted to lead her astray! I don't listen to Music anymore...waan ka weynaaday waxaas...the wisdom of the old age. Hip Hop died when R.A.P was born (Retards Attempting Poetry). Peace, Love & Unity.

Arsenal membership cardkii waan kuu soo qaaday ee goormaa sign up gareenee? Peace, Love & Unity.

I see you guys are doing a good job on convincing yourselves but don’t forget the Black Mamba is watching, stalking and ready to STRIKE. Peace, Love & Unity.

Layzie G Now you're into catholic men too? good on you girl...good on you...make Ngonge and the rest of the gang proud. Peace, Love & Unity.

now you know that I'm NOT corrupted hadaanba XALAAL raadis ahay! teeda kale adiga qarxiskaan jooji nooh...qatar inaa ahay gabdho ii heesto aa jiro adigana dhulkaa igu jiidoosaa hadana hortooda aa saas igu yeelee ka waran? Runaway Bride aan maqli jiray ee waxaan ka cabsanaa inee Runaway Groom ka dhacdo . xoog badanaa ninka gabar dadoow oo aabeheed iyo hooyadeed oo indhahooda shanta yihiin intuu soo guursado oo uu guri geesanaayo hadana edeb daradiisa caloosha u buuxinaayo...il adakaa ma reer Mudug baa? Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by Tuujiye: waxar bee aheed Sheydaan aan laga sheydaan saneen. Abaa aniga muufadeyda mar dhow ee soo dagee xalwadeyda iyo bariiskeygana mar dhow waa la dilaa Insha Allah...waxaan marooyaa heer ee tolka gabar ii qaaraamaan laakiin maalinkaan ku dhaho 'Gala Bakaaraha' ogoow hoosha waa isku dhacday ee maalinkaas mashxarada ha iga xasdin madax masaf yahow. Abaa Domeenikaan Ribablig waa igu fogtahay ee waxaan ka jeclahay Mozambique...meeshaas caadi ma aha waxaa umaleenee inaa Ri De Janeiro joogtid af bortuqiis waxaan aheyn ma maqleysid...Somaliano aaba lagu leeyahay nooh. Laakiin ogoow sheekada Waxarta hadee bilaabato waa lagu kala tagaa meesha oo dagaal waaye...abaa sheekooyinkaas adiga iyo nuune iyo Fu-Fu ee ku soconaayaan ee aniga maya. Peace, Love & Unity.

The Son Of The Soil. Once upon a time my conscience was tainted by life's daily nonsense the season of hatred began and voices of reason went dead silent the dark seeds were planted and our love's demise was granted I travel through love's mind and marvel at her pure thoughts fate interrupted by destiny's miscalculated persistance ignorance prevailed the day we allowed tolerance to be violated an outcast to society plagued by the stench of knowledge I'm a son of the soil, a child of blood and sweat a symbol of history like the sphinx and pyramids born pure but misguided by the influences of this world I'm unjust yet still chase hope like butterflies around my navel my words soothe like cocoa and butter just to remove the scars of yesterday an outcast to society plagued by manifestation of knowledge tense...so tense that I yearn to leave my shell seeking shelter to render my heart's surrender I'm a loner and a rebellious to my own thoughts unpredictable and feeding on phrases such as "Survival Of The Fittest" reverberating silent echoes I can finally relate to my mind for I am grounded by her roots lost in translation? so was I for I fear not being wrong as I know it only denotes a learning outcome a chance to uncover the inspired flight of life Love for my surroundings..... the pinnacle of my existence lays in preserving my dying nation. Peace, Love & Unity.