The sitting room is jammed and there are people everywhere, some are having the time of their lives while some are wondering what the heck are they doing in here and you can tell they are bored to death because of their lack of social skills. I see my good old mates Northerner, Rokko and Totti, arguing about who is going to win the game on Saturday between Barcelona and Real Madrid and I go over to them and we greet each other, I see my man Northerner brought his stunning other half along and he introduces me to her, so is Rokko but unfortunately Totti tells me that he couldn't get himself a date so he opted to come alone and I tell him "Don't worry mate, I came all the way from Africa and I came alone as you can see because I couldn't find a date either but i am hoping at the end of the party i will be making some girl see the Stars but then i remember the Advice that my Uncle Moti gave me". The noise coming from the Domino players' room is deafening by now and as I make my way through the people somebody pushes me from behind and I almost drop my glass of juice, I turn around to see who is this inconsiderate creature thinking to myself "I should break this guy's little neck" I ask J11 "Who pushed me," he points at some one walking away and I try to go after him when J11 grabs me by the arm and says... "calm down, do you know who that person is?" "I don't know and I don't care all I want to do is make him apologize" I say angrily, "first, it is not him but her, it is Wiilo and it is her who was making all the noise you just heard coming from the Domino group's room because she just won cool $50 dollars from Qac Qaac and Garab Tuujiye and they were pleading with her to give them a refund since they don't have any more money to pay for even a taxi"explains J11. She must have heard us because all of a sudden she stopped and turned and finally I could understand why they call her "Wiilo". . "Well, Well, if this isn't the guy who loves his Warikow more than anything else and insists that Garissa is more beautiful than any where else in the world then i don't know who is it" says Wiilo. "Don't tell me you are expecting me to apologize to you now, do you?" continues Wiilo. "I wasn't thinking of an apology, besides it doesn't matter what my thoughts were now anyway because you are not who I was hoping you would be"I say trying to defuse the situation. "so how are you IL CAPO, how was your flight?†"I am doing great my Sister Alhamdu Lillaah, the flight was Ok, how are you and it is good to see you Wiilo". "I am having the time of my life as you can see I am on a roll here as I just won my third consecutive hand and now I am going inside to the Girl's room to continue my winning streak" says Wiilo. "Yeah, me too I was thinking to go there as you can see there is nothing to do here and my ears are hurting from Jacaylbaro and NIN NOOL's arguments and that group who call themselves SOL Politicians but in truth they should call themselves SOUL Corrupters." P.S Qac Qac, I see you are sweating even more now and if you took the joke personal then i apologize but remember one thing, Men are not supposed to brag about their physical beauty, at least where i come from it is only girls who brag about their beauty not the other way around, so i don't mind if i am called and considered to be UGLY because that is not what makes MAN what he is. . Peace.

waraa fiiriya muran iyo dood waa isku mid ma garateen. Nuune, baarlamaanka waa lagu murmaa oo ma wax kalaa meesha lagu hayaa? weli ma daawatay baarlamaanka Thailand waxa ka dhaco? Kung Fu, i am telling you so are you going to tell me those guys were educating each other? they were kicking the sense out of each other if you ask me. Checkmaye, Nuune, madaxa ku dhufo aniga lugahaan qabanaa. Peace.

As we slowly make our way to the sitting room I grab a glass of my favorite juice Pineapple and say to myself "Here we go, the moment of truth has finally arrived". Just before we reach the sitting room we hear a loud noise coming from a room on my left side and J11 says let's go and find out what's causing all the excitement. He pushes the door wide open and wee see about 6 guys playing Domino and sweating and screaming at the top of their voice, some humming, some singing and some just silent with frustration. One of the guys jumps up and runs towards us..i have to admit I didn't know what to expect because come on, the brother is short,fat, very dark and had few thin lines of hair and he looked like he has been running in the Olympic marathon because he was sweating gallons but he was a social guy..he opened up his arms and gave me a warm hug and let me tell you, my feet were off the ground then he put me down. He yelled "Waryaa IL CAPO, it is me Qac Qaac, remember me, you look much younger in real life, I thought you were even older than me and in truth I was hoping that you would be because I am sick and tired of people making fun of my age, I don't like it at all you know" "it's Ok, don't worry what people say, in fact you should be grateful for your age as it is a blessing" I replied. "Especially the Girls, they always like to tease me and make fun of me, that is why I came here alone, no date" pleads Qac Qaac. "listen bro, some girls are real pain in the rear end so don’t worry about what they say, just keep your head up and I am sure there are some girls out there who would appreciate a brother like you" "Thanks Bro, so how was your flight and tell me how do you like it here?" asks Qac Qaac. "the flight was bit long but apart from that everything else is Ok, i can't see myself living here if that is what you are asking me because i prefer the hot Temperatures to the freezing cold ones"i reply. "Come and meet and the rest of the guys in there, we are playing Domino come and play with us" "it is Ok, i will come and play with you later, first i need to see everybody else" i tell him. "Ok, IL CAPO, it was nice meeting you and see you later" Qac Qaac says. "You too Bro, take it easy now alright?"i say. "Sure" replies Qac Qac. "Peace" and i move on. then we come into the sitting room and see two guys standing at the corner busy chatting one of them looks upset because the other guy wouldn't agree with him and J11 tells me they are OG_MOTI and NGONGE and he adds "i guess you can tell which one of the two is Moti and which one is Ngonge" we both smile. "Waryaa IL CAPO, come and greet your uncle" one of them says. "Salam Alaikom, gentlemen" i say. "W/Salam" they both say at the same time. "My name is Ngonge, i am a whole lot nicer and human in person than the phoney and fake monster you read in SOL" he says. I am sure you are’ I reply. "Waryaa come and greet your uncle, come here let me see your face, you really look like my cousin, so how are you and how is Garissa and how are my cousins, your Dad and Mom?" asks Moti. "They are fine, Uncle, I would appreciate if you didn't embarrass me in front of all these people, come on stop pulling my cheeks, I am not a baby" I plead with Moti. "so IL CAPO, I was looking forward to seeing you and I heard you got a present for me" Ngonge says. "yeah, I almost forgot, here is your gift, (handing over a book written by Il Capo 1 "How To Get Your Point Across Without Breaking a Single Sweat" "Oh how nice of you to remember me thank you very much" "not at all, anyway it was nice meeting you and see you around" I said. "you too sxb and once again thanks for book" "Waryaa, tell me about the Camels, I am getting married soon and I want to come and have a real talk with your Dad" Moti says. "No Problem, we would welcome you as you are part of the Family" I tell him. "so where is this girl, that you always keep on calling her name even in your sleep, Waryaa xishoo oo be strong, in my time we never used to call women all the names that you are using now, in fact women themselves would think you are retarded if you called Honey, Angel, Sweetness and some other names that I can't even bare to say because I will feel like throwing up. Moti Advices me. "Yeah, she couldn't come because she is Shy person and she doesn't want anybody to know who she is."I tell my Uncle. "just watch out, some of the girls that came to this party tonight are real mad and they have already hit me on the head with Fake DG purse few times but if they even dare to look at you call me and I will show them who they are messing with." "Ok, Uncle, I will sure do that but I don't think we will even get to that"i say. "Time to meet the Girls" says J11 and we move to the Ladies Room where the unexpected happens. Stay Tuned For Part 4. Peace.

I wake up at 8 am in the next morning and after jumping into the shower and brushing my teeth I come down for a quick breakfast and then went out for sight seeing. I remembered that I needed to sort out the presents that I brought with me and since I had no where else to go I have decided to head back to the hotel and start organizing my gifts that I brought for few people that I was friendly with here in SOL. Finally it is time for me to get going as I am already half an hour late, but the reason why I am late is simple,I didn't want to be the first guest to arrive as that is the most embarrassing situation that anybody could find him/herself in. I ring the door bell, feeling bit nervous because I am not sure what sort of people will I meet in there or what would the vibe be like but fortunately J11 opens the door and jumps on me and says loud, like a real Somali style "IL CAPO, you are 45 minutes late, come on in" and gives me that good old Garissa style hug then we proceed to the sitting room where a Somali song is playing at the background, now I am sorry but I can't exactly tell you which Somali song it was as I am not good with Somali songs. As we make our way to the sitting room I pump into a girl wearing some wild outfit with her headphone on shaking like there's no tomorrow and she almost spills her drinks over me and she walks right past me without even bothering to see the damage she's done but fortunately J11 breaks the ice and grabs me by the shoulder and says…. "IL CAPO this is MOMBASA-Queen" "Hi, MOMBASA-Queen, Mambo Vipi, hakuna salamu hata dada wangu" I say.Feeling bit embarrassed, she takes her headphones off and says in a soft tone "I am so sorry IL CAPO I didn't know it was you, wapi zawadi zangu?'she said. "Don't worry, it is Ok,nice to meet you my Sister" "Nice to meet you too IL CAPO" J11 asks me if I would like something to drink and I tell him no, I am fine now maybe later and we continue to walk and he says, "Come on I want you to meet some one" We come to the kitchen and see two guys having what seemed like an argument and J11 interrupts by saying to them..... "Hey guys look who is here" "IL CAPO, these are Libaax-Sankataabte and Rudy" "Whats up IL CAPO" says Rudy. "The Sky is Up Rudy"I reply. "No No, I meant How are you?" says Rudy. "I know, that is why I said The Sky Is Up, because in Garissa when things aren't as smooth as one would have liked is when we say that but when things are Grand we just say Grand" I replied. "Nice to meet you my brother and good to see you" says Rudy. "Yeah,like wise my brother"I say. "Glad you could make it IL CAPO" libaax says. "Me too and nice to meet you" I reply. "Nice to meet you too and sorry about the accommodation we were out our depths as we didn't think all the nomads would come" "Naaaah, don't worry about it, in fact I loved it" "By the way we appreciate your contribution to SOL and we would appreciate even more if you didn't post anything concerning BUSH again because we don't want to be targeted by FBI and CIA like the most muslim owned sites and don't take it personal" says Libaax. "I understand and it won't happen again" "Thank You Very Much"Libaax says. "No need to thank me" "Ok, Bro have fun and feel at home" "Thanks Libaax and nice to meet you" "Nice to meet you too IL CAPO" As we are about to move back to the sitting room we hear a loud bang coming from the back door of the kitchen and we stop and turn at the same time but Libaax ensures us that everything is under control by saying... "Don't pay them no mind, it is those we banned from our site and they are trying to get in through the back door" then we go to the sitting room where all the fun begins. Stay Tuned for Part 3. Peace.

I got a phone call from my old buddy Jamaal_11 telling me to come to the Somaliaonline party for the Eid night and he said everybody will be there so don't let me down and remember to come on time and i said sure, count me in. I caught a flight and after some long hours of pure bore even after the poor hostess tried her utmost best to keep me fresh and entertained through out the long flight,i have to admit it was still boring for some one like me to sit still in one bloody place for more than 6 hours! we finally touched down safely and after going through the normal airport procedures and let me tell you it was hectic and if I didn't give my word to J11, I would have returned to my beloved Africa rather than go through all this unnecessary humiliation. I finally made it to the outside of the airport safe and sound and after making sure that i got all my luggages I whistled for a taxi like the real African that I am and i could see my whistle made few people turn at my direction with pure frustration but do i really care what they think of me? anyway,after putting my entire luggage inside the boot I was finally beginning to relax and enjoy my ride to my 2 star hotel which J11 booked for me because I was the last person to confirm my arrival date and time and by that time they were already running short on budget and since I am humble, I told him not to worry about it as I am used to the 2 star hotels rather than the 5 star ones. "Where are you headed Sir?" asked the taxi driver. I showed him the address and he nodded his head and after that he stepped on the gas. "You sound like a foreigner sir, may I ask where are you from?" he asked. "Aren't we all foreigners in this land of white man my brother?" I asked. He laughed and said "Yeah, that is true but what I meant to say is, I have been living in this country for almost a decade now and I consider myself to be like them since I am qualified and hold the citizenship of this country." "Don't worry my friend, I understand what you mean, yes I am from Africa, Kenya to be exact" I said. "Oohh I am from Somalia and I have been to Kenya as well but it was a long time ago, so what brings you here if I may ask? business or pleasure Sir?" I am getting little bit agitated by now with all his questions because I thought I was done with questioning when i left the airport but since he is a Somali, I said to myself well, he is your brother so be patient with him. "I don't know whether you can call it business or pleasure but I am here to see friends that I met through the net and we are having a get together party on this weekend"I replied. "I am going to a similar party too on this weekend and I can't wait to meet all those people' he says excitingly. "No Kidding"I reply, I can see he is slowly getting animated. "Yeah, so what's the name of your site?" "It is called Camel Milk Thread but we call it SOL which stands for Somaliaonline" suddenly he hits the brakes without warning and i almost flew from my back seat all the way to the dashboard he screams with elation and says"Oh My God, waryaa I am going to that same party too, I can't believe it" "You can say that again, what a coincidence yeah?" I say feeling bit awkward. He extends his hand and says "My name is Nuune nice to meet you, and you are" "IL CAPO,that is my name,nice to meet you Nuune" "Oooh IL CAPO, come here and give me a hug, man I have always wanted to meet you so that I could ask you about where you get all your crazy and weirdoes Asian topics that you keep on posting" he is getting wild now with all the hugging and stuff going on and I admit I am some what embarrassed with all this, because let's be honest where I come from if you hug another man in public you will see your name and pic on the front page of AL FACSHIR daily newspaper. We reach at the Hotel and after getting off with all my luggage, he tells me to call him if I need anything and after that we shake hands and I tell him... "Don't worry mate, I am Ok, see you at the party Tomorrow night Insha Allah" "Are you sure you don't want me to come and pick you up tomorrow night because it is a long way off" he asks. "Naaaaah, it's Ok, but Thanks anyway and nice to meet you once again Nuune." "Nice to meet you too IL CAPO, bye then" "Bye." Stay Tuned Fro Part 2. Peace.

my fav song is; "Walendo wote wa karibishwa Garissa yetu Hakuna Ugali,Lakini ukileta noma tuta kushtaki kwa sarkali Papa Kibaki, Sasa Walendo njo uketi hapa na kunywa hi chai alafu lipa pesa, Walendo wote wa Karibishwa Garissa yetu hamna Noma, kula Gomba kama Ngombe alafu nenda kwa cho" that is my all time fav song. Peace.

Now Mr President you do grasp the power pocketing the dollars of the towers beside your lies, you're a committed liar Damn you Bush!! I'd rather be timid and die the demise is set he has U.S ending sketched why are they at war? when he's the Iraqi threat as the pentagon was being bombed Bush was calm with his head on his palm bombarded with arguments, reside one flights were cancelled besides one that flew three days after the collapsing it was his friend's families relapsing.. constantly feeling miserable and pitiful this man defines condition & its critical revolving my heart, i try to see this man kind but Bush is Satan trying to destroy mankind. Peace to all the Mujahedeens in Fallujah and the rest of Iraq and Palestine,Afhganistan,Chechnia. Peace.

when sh!t hits the fan who do you turn to? feeling alone in crowded room because nobody knows you your boys say they will always be down question is would they be down when there is no money to be found people say they like to hustle but have they tried pushing in the rain the struggle gets to be the hardest when you start to see the darkness of your brain live life day by day, night by night dreaming of nothing else of money and fame if it was you against the world would you really be able to handle that? never knock the hustle because sometimes that's all people know how to do rhyme after rhyme of love, money, shooting guns and trying to get honey watching people move ahead in life in front of you is never easy yet people will always be there to test you on anything, believe me believing in what you do with all your heart and never look back and when worst gets to worst hit the ground and never run but always watch you back could you choose to put your life on the line for someone that you love? or would you be the person that is making life hard trying to kick up dust learn your lesson's in life but most of all learn when to retreat but when you focus on nothing else but the rhyming and the beat you only end up down on your knees. Peace.

OG_Girl, My Dear, if i am a Sijui Boy that makes you a Sijui Girl but i am not bad, how can i ever be bad to you, you are a Queen . Ssshhhh don't tell ader that i have been bad to you or i will be in trouble, i will give you Cano Geel Pleaseee. now here take this 5 ltrs of Cano Geel and drink it i can see you haven't had a milk as fresh as this for ages. Peace.

OG_Girl, yeah Adeer told me to look after you that is why you are going to sit beside me and speak,breathe and blink only when i tell you to other wise i will leave you in Wajir where you will learn to speak Swahili and Somali, no more blah blah Arabic and get ready to walk miles to fetch water and you will become a Shepherd.... . Peace.

OG_Girl, I don't fight beyond a monitor,and verbal fights aren't my favourite cup of Warikow because I am too old for that, don't you think so? Well, I know you don't want to meet me but I would love to meet you and if possible show you around and even let you sit beside me if you are lucky enough that is,so that no one will dare come close to you and snatch your earrings or necklace. . Peace.

Mutakallim, remember no Cops and no law suits.

I would have walked out of that sermon believe me, where does it say "We Muslims should suffer?" there is a saheeh hadeeth which says how the Prophet P.B.U.H prayed against poverty because believe me "Poverty" is the route of all evil but so is "Wealth" so instead of praying and dreaming to be rich I think we should pray for a wealth that doesn't put our faith in jeopardy, in other words what good is wealth when you are cursed with it and you don't live to enjoy the fruits of your success. Do you think I haven't tried stalking her? I did but then she got mad and called her brother who in return beat the love out of me and her father happens to be a police captain so I don't want to go back to jail again, do you have any other advice for me please? Peace.

i wouldn't mind coming to your pary but what if you invite some one that i really want to beat up because let's face it most "CREATURES" in here ought to get some good rear whipping so if you want to invite us all make sure you remove the furniture, the TV and everything else that could be broken from our sight because i don't think i will be willing to pay anything and put us all in an empty store where nothing will be broken and we can have all the fun in the world. Peace.

I am sorry to say this but how can I be content with I already have? :mad: I am poor so should I be content with my poverty or seek ways to improve my situation? I am in love but is being in love good enough, should I be content with Only feelings or should I find ways to make this lovely Angel my life long companion and the mother of my future Children Insha Allah? Sister FF, It is a wonderful topic no doubt about that and I enjoyed reading every single line of it but IL CAPO begs to differ as he blatantly refuses to remain broke because who on earth would give a Malaika to a broke guy like me huh? Peace.

Don't say i didn't warn you later on when you end up nicking and wearing your 107 year old Ayeeyo's glasses while going on a date. Peace.

Brother Moti, Don't despair and don't grieve but rather rejoice for the fearless resistance of our brothers and sisters down in Fallujah and the rest of Iraq. Check this out.it is bit long, but you will love it Insha Allah. Hard Lesson in Battle: 150 Marines Meet 1 Sniper By DEXTER FILKINS FALLUJA, Iraq- US marines called in two airstrikes on the pair of dingy three-story buildings squatting along Highway 10 on Sunday, dropping 500-pound bombs each time. They fired 35 or so 155-millimeter artillery shells, 10 shots from the muzzles of Abrams tanks and perhaps 30,000 rounds from their automatic rifles. The building was a smoking ruin. But the sniper kept shooting. He - or they, because no one can count the flitting shadows in this place - kept 150 marines pinned down for the better part of a day. It was a lesson on the nature of the enemy in this hellish warren of rubble-strewn streets. Not all of the insurgents are holy warriors looking for martyrdom. At least a few are highly trained killers who do their job with cold precision and know how to survive. "The idea is, he just sits up there and eats a sandwich," said Lt. Andy Eckert, "and we go crazy trying to find him." The contest is a deadly one, and two marines in Company B, First Battalion, Eighth Regiment of the First Marine Expeditionary Force have been killed by snipers in the past two days as the unit advanced just half a mile southward to Highway 10 from a mosque they had taken on Tuesday.<===only two died..yeah right . Despite the world-shaking blasts of weaponry as the Americans try to root out the snipers, this is also a contest of wills in which the tension rises to a level that seems unbearable, and then rises again. Marine snipers sit, as motionless as blue herons, for 30 minutes and stare with crazed intensity into the oversized scopes on their guns. If so much as a penumbra brushes across a windowsill, they open up. With the troops' senses tuned to a high pitch, mundane events become extraordinary. During one bombing, a blue-and-yellow parakeet flew up to a roof of a captured building and fluttered about in tight circles before perching on a slumping power line, to the amazement of the marines assembled there. On another occasion, the snipers tensed when they heard movement in the direction of a smoldering building. A cat sauntered out, unconcerned with anything but making its rounds in the neighborhood. This day started at about 8 a.m., when the marines left the building where they had been sleeping and headed south toward Highway 10, which runs from east to west and roughly bisects the town. At the corner of Highway 10 and Thurthar, the street they were moving along, was a headquarters building for the Iraqi National Guard that had been taken over by insurgents. Almost immediately, they came under fire from a sniper in the minaret of a mosque just south of them. Someone in a three-story residential building further down the street also opened up. The marines made 50-yard dashes and dived for cover, but one of them was cut down, killed on the spot. It was unclear what direction the fatal bullet had come from.<===only one? yeah right . "I don't know who it was," Lt. Steven Berch, leader of the fallen marine's platoon, said of the attacker, "but he was very well trained."<==he also went to HELL! After two hours of bombardment, the sniper at that mosque ceased firing. But just around the corner at the famous blue-domed Khulafah Al Rashid mosque, another sniper was pinning down marines, and airstrikes were called in on it, too. The issue of striking at mosques is so sensitive in the Arab world that the American military later issued a statement saying that the strike on the Khulafah mosque was unavoidable and that precision munitions merely knocked down a minaret.<===you lying pork eating animal! By noon, the marines had worked their way down to the national guard building, still taking fire from the sniper, or snipers, on the other side of Main Street. Inside was a sign in Arabic that said: "Long live the mujahedeen." Soon the marines had spray-painted another sign over it: "Long live the muj killers."<=====cowards! But for the next five hours, they could not kill whoever was running from window to window and firing at them from the other side of Main Street, despite the expenditure of enormous amounts of ammunition.<====Yeah Right. "We're not able to see the muzzle flashes," said Capt. Read Omohundro, the company commander. "As a result," he said, "we end up expending a lot of ammunition trying to get the snipers."<====keep on dreaming. At one point, they thought that they had a bike on someone running back and forth between the two buildings. Then Capt. Christopher Spears exclaimed: "He's on a bike!"<=== are you sure he wasn't on a Donkey Cart?! . And somehow, through a volley of gunfire, whoever it was got away. At 5 p.m., the marines finally crossed Highway 10 and searched the smoking remains of the two buildings. At 5:30 p.m., a sniper opened up on them. P.S Brother Moti, Angels were shooting down these kuffaars, there was no snipers whatsoever. Peace.

Jamaal_11, taas waxbo ma aha sxb markii loo eego waxaan akhriyey shalay... wiil 17 jir ah ayaa wuxuu xoogay (kufsaday) habar 98 jir ah :eek: :eek: . bal habaar allah ukeenkaas ka waran? ma waxkaluu waayey isaga 98 jirka nafta ka raadin? wallee wax walbo waa la arkay oo la maqlay.

maadaama ee section u sameeyeen "MURAN" haye hee kaale ila muran oo hadaa iga muran badisana afkaan kugu dhufan ogoow. aan kuu bilaabo muranka: Maxaa sectionkaan loogu bixiyey muran wadaag bal intee ku aragnay "DOOD LA WADAAGO?" aniga weligeey waxaan arki jiray in markii muranka lagu daalo beerka laiska garaaco. . haye soo soco.

Paris - Heavy computer use, especially among those who are short-sighted, could be linked to glaucoma, a disease that can cause blindness, a study published on Tuesday says. Japanese doctors assessed the sight of more than 10 200 Japanese workers, measuring them for visual acuity and signs of glaucoma. The volunteers were also asked to fill in questionnaires about their computer use, at home or in the office, and any history of eye disease. A total of 165 workers, or 1.6%, turned out to have suspected glaucoma, characterised by tunnel vision or blind spots. Those who were heavy computer users - defined as working onscreen more than eight hours a day - were twice as likely to have glaucoma than light or medium users. In addition, of the 165 with glaucoma, 136 had myopia. The study appears in the Journal of Epidemiology and Community Health, published by the British Medical Association (BMA). Glaucoma is a slow, gradual disease of the optic nerve that often goes undetected. Among the identified risk factors are smoking and high blood pressure. The authors speculate that the optic nerve in short-sighted people may be more vulnerable to computer stress than in normal-sighted people. If so, that would be dramatic news, given that so many hundreds of millions of people around the world now work at computer terminals, at work and at home. Peace.

This weekend it is Barcelona Vs Real Madrid at Camp Nuo in Barcelona and as usual i will be cheering for Barca and jeering at Real. it was painful to watch Barca lose against Betis on the same night Real were thrashing Albacete 6-1 but I am sure Barca will win this match comfortably considering the great record Et'o has against Real he shouldn't have any problems adding to his already impressive tally. Go Barca, Go Barca, Go Barca, Go Barca. Peace.

Life..what is life? life is a big game, so hard to beat like a rhythm life long beat people know tricks to get through it fast soon they will know they won't get past you can't cheat life as hard as you try you can't beat the system it just doesn't fly one thing i know is i have tried too i found myself lost and don't know what to do Every song every show what is this world do you even know? can it be beat? if so find out the code, the one that lets you go it's like we are trying to get free but no where to go, the whole world is the same thing play the game and make your life last trying to figure it out only makes life go fast. Peace.

Part Twere: I never used a Gun or Knife to earn People's respect and admiration you know I live clean and earn every penny I get in the right way you mug innocent people for a living pull a knife on everybody with loot while running around with bad people you consider and call "Homeboys" a true "Homeboy" should discourage you to join and be part of any Gang I am your true "Homeboy" Abdulahi* the one who always stood by you you used to love hanging out with me but now you can't even look me in the eyes scared that your eyes will betray you you don't have to hide from me I will always have time for you as I only condemn your actions but never your soul or our friendship We all make mistakes my brother but only few are brave enough to admit and acknowledge their mistakes you are a brave young warrior and I am sure you are destined for greatness,more than what this life is currently giving you so take my hand and give me the chance to lead you to the promised land and please don't ever let it go again. Peace To You Abdulahi*. Peace.

Part Uno: You had so much potential People believed you were a special I told you never to lose focus Resist the temptations of the easy life I wish I knew what was coming. You said I was your role model I wanted you to become your own man I thought you would become a noble man Who would always remain a humble man You said I was the elder brother You craved for but never had You know I always treated you Like my own little brother.... I wish you never lost focus I wish you remained in school. You fell right into the devil's trap and today you became a monster A drug user and dope dealer I never took a sip from the devil's well Why the hell did you? I insisted being on the right track Resisted all the temptations Why did you stop looking up to this man? I warned you to stay away from so and so Why did you choose to ignore me?

Originally posted by raula: salaala..kwani nyi huwa mnaspend time na wazee eh..nini hii mambo ya watoto kama kambi ya kakuma,IL_CAPO-we mwaga watoto kama vifaranga..halafu tuone mambo itaendaje. Supuu,Niaje, vipi Rift Valley. Kwani wewe hutaki watoto?Allah, kama hutaki kuzaa jeshi wangu rudi kwenu pasi, mimi sina haja na wewe na kumbuka sikosi mke ngine :mad: . nta mwaga watoto kama mvua na wewe ndio utazaa wote na ukini letea mdomo unajua vile ntafanya. Walalo wacha ni kimbiye nyumbani it's getting late. take care. Salam Alaikom.