wonder how this can happen in the first place ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, was he sitting there waiting for the woman until she cuts his thingy ??? ,,,, come on wax caqliga gala sheega dheh ,, Well his in bed; the son holds him down and she cuts the darn thing off. Simple. Nuune- we understand what she’s gone throw. The insensitive man deserved it. I am sure of it.

When he failed to do so, she sought the help of one of her sons and beat the man before cutting his penis with a knife. The two fled and left Mr Okemwa bleeding profusely in his bed. hahahahahahahaha mac sonkor!!!

that’s dreadfully boring Juxa. But i guess one must suffere through for the greater good. I have an appointment @ Arabian hammam can’t wait.

wcs and yaaaay to Friday!!! Any big plans for the weekend Juxa?

The original article is too daffy to deserve a serious response, instead I’ll make a few passing remarks about the feminist movement. Like any educated and egalitarian person , I think the feminist movement has, for the most part, been a force for greater good. In fact, I fancy myself a feminist (or pro-feminist) in a lot of ways. But my admiration and empathy for the earlier waves of this movement do not extend to the eccentric, faux-feminism agitations of subsequent feminist ‘thinkers’. There are, to be sure, some irrational and insufferable feminists . I imagine earlier feminists would suffer from second-hand embarrassment were they read to read the muddled thoughts and mangled words of their successors. Fortunately, these fatuous feminists are wasting away in obscure humanities departments of still more obscure universities. Their silly ideas invariably invite hoots of derision from scientists and rationalists. I’m referring to the sort of daffy feminists who refer to Newton’s Principia as a ‘sex manual’; who whine that E=mc2 is a ‘sexed equation’; and so forth. It’s not only physics that triggers these bizarre outbursts, but even basic findings in biology. For instance, these bimbos blithely claim that are no species with a dominant male hierarchy. This belies an astounding, even embarrassing, ignorance of ethological studies (studies of animal behavior). With very few exceptions, most mammalian species have stronger, more dominant, and more aggressive males. And this is precisely what we would expect given the theory of sexual selection and the sexual dimorphism of such animals. Yes, male-dominance is a mere accident of nature, but it is pervasive one just the same. The competition among males for resources (food and females) is most fierce – a kind of arms race where bigger and bigger males eliminate less adaptive, smaller males. Many well-intentioned, albeit dim-witted, feminists often try to confute these empirical facts as it does not neatly cohere with their naive and romantic view of Nature. Nature isn’t egalitarian or, for that, matter sexist. It just is. Moreover, these daffy feminists worry that allowing for the fact of male dominance in animal populations would lead to supporting it in human populations. Complete non-sequitur. Description and prescription need not overlap. Most Nomads, I suspect, recall the brouhaha that erupted over the words of then Harvard University president Lawrence Summers. He proposed several hypotheses to explain the under-representation of women in high-end science and mathematics professions. One hypothesis suggested that social pressures (discrimination, discouragement etc.) did not adequately account for the substantial differences in achievement. In other words, it's not all nurture; nature plays a role. Perhaps innate sex-differences better account for such gender disparities. This is an empirical claim—something that scientists should study openly and freely. Asking empirical questions of this kind, however, elicited an all-too-familiar response from some feminist quarters: sound and fury. Insufferable feminists won the public relations war. Summers later resigned. The science of ‘gender science’ is not completely settled, but the evidence strongly favors, as Pinker et al have demonstrated, a biological basis for why mathematical geniuses are more likely to be male than female. :rolleyes: God give me strength…..But sadly I’ve wasted enough time with this dysfunctional sperms. Mac mac kor iyo sideways Juxa...

Come on nuune. Whats the purpose of sharing sad news with us? allahu naxariisto

Jac-I like you'r entry. Nothing new my dear and spring is in the air......great times awaits us You….

wcs wr wb...mac mac kor iyo sideways. How are you ohh amazing you!!!

I am woman, hear me roar Acudubillahi minashaytani rajim. A women should be cute, beautiful and intelligent, not someone who roars like a xawayan.lolllllll.kkkkkkkkkkkkkk. So asks a man whose neither tall, dark or handsome. P.s unattainable criteria for your pathetic self I assure you; now just be grateful that any woman looks at you let alone have you. @Ibti Mpendwa- why should i?

A woman should be a woman so says a man. Kiss our toes is my response to you booohoooo cry me a river nonsense for a thread. p.s equality is for women with no aspiration. We don’t want to be your equal, when we know were better than you. As for your fear of the 4th stage.......get with the programme your already replaced from the IVF and strapon department.

Hello mpendwa and no we don’t want me to age anytime soon. Shity people my dear. Yani nimechoka na maisha ya ulaya siku hizi. Kila kitu, na watu wao wamenitoka puani. Karaha tuuuuuuu!!!! Wala usiwazi mwaka hu nakimbia mia. Za hali nawe?

.......Fighting the urge to cause serious bodily harm to someone today. Hello people

God bless Samantha

We're unable to sustain meaningful unions, apparently, because men are intimidated by our intellect, threatened by our higher earning potential and turned off by our controlling, capable, yet powerful personalities. A pathetic excuse of a woman she is. And i urge women who share similar views to position themselves in front of a mirror and repeat these words over and over again. I am woman, hear me roar In numbers too big to ignore And I know too much to go back an' pretend 'cause I've heard it all before And I've been down there on the floor No one's ever gonna keep me down again CHORUS Oh yes I am wise But it's wisdom born of pain Yes, I've paid the price But look how much I gained If I have to, I can do anything I am strong (strong) I am invincible (invincible) I am woman You can bend but never break me 'cause it only serves to make me More determined to achieve my final goal And I come back even stronger Not a novice any longer 'cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul CHORUS I am woman watch me grow See me standing toe to toe As I spread my lovin' arms across the land But I'm still an embryo With a long long way to go Until I make my brother understand Oh yes I am wise But it's wisdom born of pain Yes, I've paid the price But look how much I gained If I have to I can face anything I am strong (strong) I am invincible (invincible) I am woman Oh, I am woman I am invincible I am strong FADE I am woman I am invincible I am strong I am woman

Innaa lillaah wa innaa illayhi raajicuun. Pole sana Oz

WCS and i want in on that Juxa

Me push over never, mere jaan. I have a valid defence against all your accusation apart from the wanton cat. People let’s not confuse rudeness, individualistic and selfish with being mean. Juxa- if you take care of the administrative element i shall do it.

Juxa i love you and your advice. I now feel much better about my failed attempts. As for people choosing weight loss and cut smoking etc-those are facts of life in my books they don’t require such a grand commitment. p.s but i still want my 4th point. Mpendwa-ahh the princess wants a cat? Soweii didn’t know. I hope never again will i house a cat, but if i ever do i shall think of the lit-princess. p.s do you really think i will volunteer to work with the homeless? Really do you seriously think i will do that? Don’t get me wrong the idea is nice/noble-feeding and talking to them and actually caring about their lives and them as a person. But sadly i don’t possess such abilities or the ability to withstand smell and not judge them. I have to be honest, i nearly vomit and run for cover when a homeless person gets on public transport.. Any charitable intentions i might have with this group of people will probably end with me donating money/food to a third party who will distribute to them. Am still searching for an old people’s home that stocks middle-class old people-with them i hope they don’t smell or suffer from body dandruff. A friend just suggested contributing my time to children’s hospitals. Apparently those brats need hugging/tucking in and the nurses don’t have the time to..i like babies when they’re not hungry or require nappy changing etc amiable creatures that don’t talk back. So ladies what were you resolutions and how far are you in implementing them?

Like the rest of the Stup1d people out there, I am a slave to new year resolutions. So every new year I make a resolution, and by mid Jan fail spectacularly. Come December I desperately try amend my short-comings, by then the party season is in full swing inevitably fail. I don’t want to win the lottery or get a driving license (which I should) etc, but then again maybe I should switch and aim for those-after all they’re more doable than my current lost cause….The theme and purpose of my resolutions is simple and always the same: Be kinder/nicer to people, turn up to social events in time, don’t ditch my friends for a better proposition, read to an old woman trapped at the old people home, give up my hard fought for seat@ the tube/bus to an old person/mothers with children/expecting ones etc. In short they all aspire to improve/calling for a light changes of me into a better model. Easy as they may sound, I have failed in each and everyone of them and not for lack of trying, I tried, ohh I did (truly not my fault). For example when am on public transport am either reading something or closed my eyes listening to music to care about the goings/happenings around me to notice when an old person, pregnant or with child gets on for me to offer my seat too. And when I do, i start my short prayer/hope that someone else notices them and does it, which they do. In short i was planning to, but someone else go there before me……. Or the unthinkable happens and I land me a seat @ rush-hour….and let’s not kid ourselves giving that up is plainly ******. And if your old, pregnant or with children why oh why would you choose to travel at that time…….that’s the line of thought I use to justify my un-mannered behavior (I know such views are in contradiction to my feminist mantra-but I blame the devil). As for the rest, suffice to say they’re bloody hard to do too. With that said, i don’t think it’s my fault, so why should I lay it all on me. Come to think of it, I blame the environment I operate on. London. I think London has a way of turning one into an individualistic/selfish person and effortlessly rude. After all I was raised differently: to be kind and considerate, care for the needy and the misfortunate. Its not my fault that the homeless guy wants money and gives me no guarantee that he won’t squander my hard earned cash on booze/drugs or sex…… But then again I also see absolutely nothing wrong with my individualistic self at times. Charitable endeavors are for the privileged/ people who possess time/patience in abundance. I for one have none. Hence my attempt to acquire some. After all the worse thing about a person is them possessing a quality you don’t. So every year I attempt the impossible; and my dearest friends take pleasure in informing me that again I shall fail, but I block their discouragement and remain hopeful. But my five years of failed attempts has to come to an end at some point? So I found myself with two options ie to either throw in the towel or make one last effort-but this time choose one and it has to be operationally feasible. So come NY eve I decided that in 2011 I was going to do one act of kindness per day. But bloody hell it’s been the hardest thing ever to implement. And am yet undecided on whether my poor performance to-date is related to me turning that into a task or simply it’s just is. For example I got me a cat, (I didn’t really She imposed herself on me late last year-and to some am well and truly leaving up to the spinster picture) and the bloody thing went and got herself pregnant, seriously what a loose fur she. But what was I thinking anyway….silly of me, I can’t take care of plant, how on earth can I take care of an animal? Grrrr and a selfish- trollope one to be precise. Anyhow, in the spirit of my NY resolution, I decided to keep her. Until she delivers that is and then dispose her and her babies to some cat-shelter. Buttttttt……I haven’t done anything wrong per se I’ve just found her a new home and failed to inform the new owner that she’s expecting. According to my friend (CL act of kindness watcher)my last act has rendered the act un-kind. In-doing so, my score sheet looks like : 26days in-3 act of kindness. So am now fighting for my 4point, after all I think I’ve done the cat a world of good and gave her up to I hope a better family for her and her babies/keeping her away from me. Surely that ought to count? Am I alone in implementing impossible resolutions?

Mjinga haitaji jina, utamjua tu kwama action zaki.. Mpenzi poa tu, msitu mwengeni, lakini Nyani ni walewale. Nawe vipi, za hali na kidogo? Haya mwaka mpya, tuna hama leni?

Mpenzi nakupenda, penzi sio kila kitu, mpenzi nakupenda, mapenzi ni uwamuzi wa mtu… mapenzi si yamtu, moyo wamtu nikiza kinene, moyo wa mtu kufungwa kwa wengini Ndani umeja huba, mapenzi ni mahaba…mpenzi na kupenda, penzi wala sio pesa…. mapenzi sio upatu, sema tu gawani. njo nikupe nipe nikupe, sina mwengeni , wala shaka usione Mpenzi nakupenda…mac my dear and how are you? Hello people

My favorite favorite scene comes from Gone With the Wind….ohh!! how I love this film/ a must watch every month.. Scarlett encourages Ashley to put on a brave front before his deathbed talk with Melanie: "Don't cry. She mustn't see you've been crying." She rushes out of the house, hurrying back in the fog to search for Rhett, her real love, calling out: "Wait for me." But it is already too late for Scarlett and Rhett. In their chillingly empty house, she calls out for him, but there is no answer. She finds him upstairs, sitting morosely in a chair in his bedroom. He is truly sorry to see Melanie, "a very great lady," die. A long-suffering, exhausted Rhett, tired and worn out from Scarlett's constant rejections, manipulations, and selfishness, can no longer tolerate being with her. He tells Scarlett that all he wants to do is escape from the pain of their many years of struggle, especially now that Ashley is available. In this final scene with his bags packed, he tells 28 year-old Scarlett what he will do: "I'm leaving you my dear. All you need now is a divorce and your dreams of Ashley can come true." With a tear-stained, bewildered face, Scarlett pleads with Rhett to listen to her claims that she truly loves him: Scarlett: I must have loved you for years, only I'm such a ****** fool I didn't know it. Please believe me. You must care. Melly said you did. Rhett: I believe you. And what about Ashley Wilkes? Scarlett: I never really loved Ashley. Rhett: You certainly gave a good imitation of it up to this morning. No, Scarlett. I've tried everything. If you'd only met me halfway, even when I came back from London. Scarlett: I was so glad to see you. I was Rhett. But you were so nasty. Rhett: And then when you were sick and it was all my fault. I hoped against hope that you'd call for me, but you didn't. Scarlett: I wanted you. I wanted you desperately, but I didn't think you wanted me. Rhett: It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her and spoil her - as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything. Scarlett: Oh, Rhett, Rhett. Please don't say that. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. Rhett: My darling. You're such a child. You think that by saying: 'I'm sorry,' all the past can be corrected. He reacts insensitively to another one of her fits of crying, handing a weeping Scarlett a parting gift: "Here, take my handkerchief. Never at any crisis of your life have I known you to have a handkerchief." Before he walks down the stairs, she begs: "Rhett, Rhett. Where are you going?" He tells her about his plans for the future in the Old South where he will pursue a lost dream: Rhett: I'm going to Charleston, back where I belong. Scarlett: Please, please take me with you. Rhett: No, I'm through with everything here. I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace. Do you know what I'm talking about? Scarlett: No. I only know that I love you. Rhett: That's your misfortune. He parts from her at the front door. Scarlett asks: "Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?" Without sentimentality, he cooly responds for the last time: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn! As he closes the front door behind him and exits into the foggy mist, she is stunned and crushed, realizing she really loved Rhett all along, and has now lost a second, unrealizable passion. Resolutely, she still believes she can get him back, but it is really too late. In a big closeup shot, Scarlett addresses a soliloquy to the camera: I can't let him go. I can't. There must be some way to bring him back. Oh I can't think about this now! I'll go crazy if I do! I'll think about it tomorrow. (She closes the door.) But I must think about it. I must think about it. What is there to do? (She falls forward onto the ascending stairs.) What is there that matters? Crestfallen, she stops and then resourcefully and determinedly finds her true direction in the final lines of the film. She was never the type to admit defeat - so she refuses to acknowledge defeat in Rhett's rejection of her. Ghost-like voices of important men from her past remind her of the source of her strength in the soil of Tara. She hears her father Gerald: "Land's the only thing that matters, it's the only thing that lasts." Ashley: "Something you love better than me, though you may not know it. Tara." And Rhett: "It's from this you get your strength, the red earth of Tara." Each speech is repeated with increasing tempo and volume. Scarlett realizes that even if she doesn't get Rhett back, she can always return to the land - to Tara, to soak up its strength. ...Tara!...Home. I'll go home, and I'll think of some way to get him back! After all, tomorrow is another day! The End!!!

lol@Choc and Honey

Excellent read.

Ello elo Ibti and wlc back..The whole thingyy had a revamp for the worse me think. Juxa- that’s sad, just because you’re married to the odey dont mean you have to appreciate him. You have eyes, healthy pulse and an ability to see/appreciate sexyness I hope? Bask. P.s why not? Why can’t I go forever appreciating god’s creation? Yes I can and I intend to…..being leg shackled and loving it is not for all of us you know. I shall hide it with make-up before I let you see me in that’s state btw Juxa…