Originally posted by OG_Girl: Imagining my self to ask brother to marry me...hell no, he will run right the way, man scares from marriage more than a woman. give the brother time to prepare girl. If u r ready and he is not , just give him space when he sees u distining ur self from him that time he will feel he loosing u and he will ask u to marry him or hit the road. BUT ASKING HIM TO MARRY HIM ......BIG NO. Salaam OG_GIRL, ask me to marry you and see if i run from you or towards you.lol. what is wrong in asking him to marry you? in my opinion i don't see anything wrong if the girl i am seeing asks me to marry her. my answer will be simple either NO or YESSSSS.

in my opinion i wouldn't sleep with my wife to be before we actually get married and if i do then i wont marry her. how can live with you under one roof when i commited an adultery with you? how on earth can i call you my wife when i know me and you are sinners? if i want to marry you i wont even bother to touch your private parts and kiss you and so on because i prefer to wait til we get married then we can both enjoy each other's body in a XALAAL home where we don't have to worry about what awaits us later in the day of KHIYAMA. so my sister that is my honest answer to your question.

Why do i get the feeling that this letter perfectly describes my Somali ppl rather than African Americans? I know we are also black but read it once again and tell me if you haven't visualised a punch of so-called Somali Elders talking about nothing but a tribe bull over an expensive cup of Cappucino. for me this letter is for Somali ppl rather than the African Americans.

beast, this room is gonna be turned upside down by none other than french lingo.

Sometime in everyone's life, they feel betrayed and all alone, like everything is a lie. You are trapped in a world of anger and rage and you can only see red through your eyes. No one seem to see when you are going through this time, or understand why. But it is times like these that God takes you in His arms and tames your wild mind and assures you, you are never alone. ............................... If these walls could talk, you'd know my body is dead, my mind has been taken over, that's why I am so scared, I can't control it, anger is making me blind, I've been left here on my own chained to a hate of some kind. If these walls could talk. If these walls could talk, you'd know about my fears, about all those nights I screamed for help, about all my fallen tears. You'd know about the demons haunting me at night, you'd be able to help me keep my fire alight, if these walls could talk. If these walls could talk they would say that it's all right, God sends His angels to look over me at night. They'd encourage me, say though I am alone it doesn't mean I‘m on my own. He watches me, from above and showers me with all His love, if only these walls could talk. BY:Shaka Zulu.

my vote goes to... the one and only Clown... i wonder where he is hiding himself these days.

my fav artist of all time.. 1-2pac shakur 2-Bob Marley. i don't even bother to listen to anythingelse only hip hop and reggae.

my fav artist of all time.. 1-2pac shakur 2-Bob Marley. i don't even bother to listen to anythingelse only hip hop and reggae.

This is a poem regarding how I feel, in general, about my life today and in looking back over the years. It is about the solitude that is experienced in life and knowing that there is no other way. If only it were so simple, to cruise through life smelling roses; but the obstacles blacken the countryside, and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots. Dreams sustain us through the madness; goals give a finish line to our race. Yet they change with every turn, around every wall, and remain elusive throughout the quest. Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage; we will drag them with us to slow us down. The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting, which allow us to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends. Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that keeps us. Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us. The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths, yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness. There are others trying to race to the end; occasionally, we bump into one or two. The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness. Alone is not a bad way to be; it clears your head and focuses you on the journey. Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others, but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness. by Shaka Zulu.

This is a poem regarding how I feel, in general, about my life today and in looking back over the years. It is about the solitude that is experienced in life and knowing that there is no other way. If only it were so simple, to cruise through life smelling roses; but the obstacles blacken the countryside, and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots. Dreams sustain us through the madness; goals give a finish line to our race. Yet they change with every turn, around every wall, and remain elusive throughout the quest. Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage; we will drag them with us to slow us down. The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting, which allow us to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends. Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that keeps us. Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us. The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths, yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness. There are others trying to race to the end; occasionally, we bump into one or two. The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness. Alone is not a bad way to be; it clears your head and focuses you on the journey. Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others, but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness. by Shaka Zulu.

Your Eyes by Shaka Zulu When I look at your eyes, I see your true self. I see you're sweet, and caring. I see you're giving and forgiving. I see your love for me. When I look at your eyes I stop myself from crying When I'm alone and think about your eyes I cry. I can't stop thinking that one day I'll never see those eyes again That I'll never see the love or the sweetness Or the love that makes you who you are. One day you'll be gone - gone from me. Gone from this world. No matter what happens, those eyes will one day close And forever rest in peace. But you'll never be completely gone, Because every time I close my eyes, There you will be.

Your Eyes by Shaka Zulu When I look at your eyes, I see your true self. I see you're sweet, and caring. I see you're giving and forgiving. I see your love for me. When I look at your eyes I stop myself from crying When I'm alone and think about your eyes I cry. I can't stop thinking that one day I'll never see those eyes again That I'll never see the love or the sweetness Or the love that makes you who you are. One day you'll be gone - gone from me. Gone from this world. No matter what happens, those eyes will one day close And forever rest in peace. But you'll never be completely gone, Because every time I close my eyes, There you will be.

If you have ever fallen in love and not had your lover feel the same way. If you stopped loving someone just as they loved you. If you were ever just unlucky enough to feel what I felt, you will understand "Everything." Every new beginning, comes from some some beginnings end. Every time you kill me, I am born again. Every time you close that door, Another door is opened. And every time you say goodbye, a different word is spoken. Every time you look at me my back is facing you, And every time you ask to see me I'll have something else to do. Every time I join your game, You're not playing fair, And every time I really love you, I pretend that I don't care.

Flavor Of The Day Here you come, creeping back in. Inside your ever-changing tastes, once again, I'm the flavor of the day. Are we still the same? Now I'm burning in vain. I gave you too many chances, and you left me standing alone in the rain. I loved you too much, and then I learned it wasn't worth the pain I brought down on myself. I still love you so very much, and here I am, the flavor of the day, melting alone in the rain.

I waited for your love in hope, That ours would come again, And make me feel the things I felt, When we were one, back then. But time and distance have erased, The things I wished anew, And now I find myself alone, Though I am here with you. What good is love, that does not touch, What good is love, that gives you pain. What good is love, that makes you run, And makes you lost out in the rain. I traveled to another world, Out far beyond the one we knew, I thought that I could live again, And now I find I'm back with you. But what of hearts that beat as one, And what of passion and embrace, Is it too much to ask of you, To make these tears of mine erase. Too painful this - to journey back, To times of love and laughter free, The times we lay together with A sense of you , a sense of me. So now, I journey on alone, Forever wandering, in my thoughts, And I shall ask you once again, What good is love. this poem is dedicted to me and you and you sexy little goddess.

OG-MOTI, i have asked you to slip me OG_GIRL's number but you ignored me and now she is on your back! the girl is bored in Kuwait, she needs to have some fun and wherelse to begin but right here under my Kingdom. now what you say buddy?

mine is simply the best, just look at it one more time and think about it.

Originally posted by OG_Girl: u made me laugh. Man can u believe before i vote i was thinking to give u my vote...seriously no joke! But i said why i should make him happy..........lol No harm feeling you are a very cruel girl you know that? alright,it is like that then huh? Vous ne pouvez pas comprendre? J'ai dit que je VOUS AIME la fille. Pourquoi aimez-vous casser mon coeur? Pourquoi aimez-vous faire me pleure? Je veux vous épouser, je veux vous faire ma femme, vous ne pouvez pas voir cela? Je VOUS AIME, je VOUS AIME, je VOUS AIME, je VOUS AIME, je VOUS AIME. what do you say now Girl?

if you're his Girlfriend then you should sleep with him. because where in Islam does it say about B/F and G/F? there is nothing called boyfriend or girlfriend and if you accept to fall in that category then yeah do whatever he asks of you to do because it is not more than what you deserve. big up to all the girls who respect themselves enough to keep their knees locked togather and for those who didn't then count me out of your male suitors.

Vous êtes tout coucher à vous parce que l'arabe que vous ne parlez rien est mais un arabe faux. Essayer de répondre en français alors nous pouvons comprendre que chaque autre a fermé autrement votre bouche et parle une langue que chaque une boîte comprend. P. OG_GIRL je VOUS AIME LE BEBE, FERA VOUS M'EPOUSEZ MAINTENANT S'IL VOUS PLAIT.

Opinionated and Og_Girl so what? what is your point?

somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me,i and my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands. By:SHAKA ZULU.

What is the one thing that women can't live without? well that is a simple question. Water. how about that? but none of these girls mentioned that. that shows you how(never mind) women really are. .

100 wont be bad but i wonder can i remember all their names and faces? i should find out how it feels to be a proud father of 100 kids! so any girls interested? holla at me girls.

oh my god, what? indian movie? should i hit myself with a miiko or mooye or burus? :mad: :mad: :mad: .