I take it Basra has sexy ass and a pair of good knockers, the two most elemental qualities men like on a woman, the rest is secondary. Quruxda wajiga labadaasaa ka muhimsan, which explains why blacks were honking with Basra's every step she took.
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I take it Basra has sexy ass and a pair of good knockers, the two most elemental qualities men like on a woman, the rest is secondary. Quruxda wajiga labadaasaa ka muhimsan, which explains why blacks were honking with Basra's every step she took.
u got it right walaahi, children always speak the truth. Personally, i am more flattered when a small boy look at me in amazement and attraction than when a grown a$$ man looks at me. The boys stare is innocent, and at the beginning of their curiousity.Their attraction is mostly passive and none instrusive. They purely appreciate the beauty without any sex thoughts attached to the stares.(although the recent boy who imprenated a girl has had me weary and a little on the guard at lil boyz nowdadays.isnt it horrible when innocense is robbed from you? in this case, i mean, my innosence that small boys are harmless. but i am talking about under 10 yrs now.) .
although the recent boy who imprenated a girl has had me weary and a little on the guard at lil boyz nowdadays
A 12 year old is not a little boy. That is a grown ass man..... As i was walking downtown today, a narrative scene came before me. This is how the scene goes:
Basra, the large bright eyed beauty was walking downtown with her niece. It was an impulsive desicion to go shopping today. The weather permitted, alhamdhulilah, it was bright, sunny and crispy cold. She was dressed in her upto knee brown leather boots. A matching, very expensive upto the her knees winter coat was improvised, her niece could not stop complimenting how much beautiful her aunt looked. Basra, obviously, rejected any compliments and any praises with little effort than it ought to be. As they walked down the street her little niece, in her cutesy 13 years old both side pony tail hair-- continued to interrogate her aunt.
"Aunt Basra, you always look beautiful. You are always well put. I am a constant student of your fashion, style and beauty. It must be genetics, my mom, your sister, is also pretty, but not as gorgeous as you.You must feel blessed."
Basra not really listening to her little niece, totally aware men in the streets are violating her with stares and imagination, and totally engrossed in the deceiving appearance of 'not knowing' that people are lustfully starring at her- is caught off guarded and quickly asked her niece to repeat her question. The niece obligingly asked again and basra had that mischievious smile on her face to explain to her new student. "My dear, genetics has little to do with my beauty. Ok granted, it is important to have that sharp facial formation, that beautiful, ilustrious caramel skin on the summer,red light skin on the winter, the perfect nose, lips,great wavy hsir, eye brows, but i truly think beauty is how one handles it and runs it,"
The niece puzzled and seriously attentive asked for clarification.
"Well, dear- there is no need for clinical clarification here. This is all primal and instictive. Its biological. You work what u have, and if you have beauty, add attitude, perfume, beautiful attire. You have to walk the right way, carrry yourself the right way.Demand admiration as opposed to kindly wish for one. Even as you walk and only your back is visible, tha back of you as to speak loud. It has to say - SEXY!"
As basra was explaining this mechanical, primal instictive lesson to the novice niece, an adoon cadilac passes by and honks at Basra.
Basra rolls her eyes and whispers--- EXHIBIT A.
Basra walks uninterrupted, she never even glances at the adoon car, with practice she has intuition that it is an adoon honking at her, she looked at her niece, shook her head and forbid her ever to acknowledge these chimp, barbaric ritual courting of beating the chest upon spotting a female with a good size of ass.
Her niece retorted back. "More like Exhibit E- aunt.
Basra looks surprisingly at her niece and asks what she meant.
"Well, aunt- i realize from the time we got off our car, which is exactly 7 minutes, we have been starred, honked on and whistled at by every race of men, white, black, indian,skinny farah, the whole nine yard A, B, C, D, and E noise. I am merely pointing out mathmathetics."
Basra smiles with a temporary pride at her little smart niece. She continues her lesson as she walks into a mall by the a La Prada decadent store.
"Nosilinia, you my dear should not observe me this much. Can you act like a 13 year old and enjoy this rare outing. Enjoy the downtown,the water fountain, the display of saks fifth avenue stores, the smell of perfumania court-- or the barbie doll. I dont want you to be too smart like your aunt. OK Nosilinia? "
Ok Auntie.
Three hours after shopping, Nosilian and Basra come out--totally theraputized, and many shopping bags in their hand.
"Aunty--- that guy who sold you that earing-- he gave your 40% off. He violated some retail store rules i am sure. "
Basra--gave Nosilinia a very nasty stare yet approving at that acknowledgement of beauty sales discrimination.
"That is the story of my life dear. I dont ask for it and i dont reject it.I was more concerned about his eyes dear, they were violating me in pieces, they were undressing me, i couldnt stop him since i knew a favor was coming. He gave me his number"
Aunty!! Aunty!! TMI!! TOO MUCH INFORMATION!!
Basra laughs loud....
Is that the piece of paper u were throwing in the trash as we left the mall?" Nosilinia asked.
"Yes dear.Now, where was i on the lesson of beauty theology'? Basra asked as she fumbled with her bag. Her niece sweetly obliged to remind her aunt.
"I believe you were warning me of the danger of blacks and explicitly using deragatory terms like adoon and chimp to explain a culture phenom." Replied Nosinia as she bite her new bought pink lip gloss.
Nosilinia-- very well put. Mashalaah. Now-- yes,, the chimp shukansi ritual-- my dear-- i absolutely forbid you from ever contaminating the good name of reer elmi bodheri, ......the voice of the aunt and the possessed niece lingered as they disappeared into the night..........
mwaura wrote:The last time I checked into this seeedbed of Somali schizphrenia in November.you had another of these printed outtakes of arrested development going on.Your continuous chronicles really aren't bad,basra;in fact you hold the title of Snet Danielle Steele,however the time has come to deconstruct your usual narrative of 'waiter/driver/uncle/hooyoo there's an addoon in my soup/taxi/bed/linen cupboard' and the standard hahahah!!/hohoho!/hehehe! response of your slavish admiring groupies,the special needs,Reer Wood Green. I,must warn preliminary analysis doesn't look good.
Firstly,there is your ridiculously inflated self esteem in all these tales,reminiscent of your insanely vain 'commercial' ladies (cough!/cough!) currently carpeting crooked q,f2,madhouse and every other Nairobi bnightspot,who honestly assume we'll jump through hoops and perform cartwheels to get with them!
Secondly your treatment of Nosilia says a lot.Though you leave her a cardboard character as hollow as her canned praisesinging and sycophancy,her precocious innocemnce is actually a subconscous childlike version of yourself-untouched and still virginal despite the despicable intentions of addoons.Simply put,she is the projection of your own fears.
Just as people say 'you are what you eat',similarly you are what you write and basra your contemptuous dismissal of those you insist on despising is amusing on the surface but you inadvertently reveal mutually reinforcing latent lesbiansim conflicting with firmly repressed normal human female desire-not a recipe for normal psycho sexual development. In fact its the perfect prescription for lifelong frigidity,unhappiness and neurotic behaviour.
You have distressingly parallel and similarly deep issues of maladjusted sexual pathologies as that departed toilet floater Mukhtaaar;he forcefed everyone his own failures and frustration,but an observant reader noticed fantasies of subliminal homo desires in his haterations.Btw,take another look at your loyal fanbase of barking zombies-do you realise they are the same names that made a rockstar of someone who wanked over his uncles sandals whenever he was in the shower? Is that an achievement to be proud of?Granted,you're not as determinedly coarse and crude but you're undoubtedly the new Mukhtaaar,albeit with feathered bangs and heels,performing the same function.
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How can you compare Basra with That sick twisted character Muktaar ? 
First of all, let me congratulate you for an observation not necessarily true, but well articulated. Very impressive i must say, very rare to see works of such calibre or candre in this below mediocre website. Your response would have been a masterpiece had it not been infested with inappropriate excess of commas', inopportuned appearances of semi-colons, and that element of deliberate jealousy or haterations that can be inadavertently disagreeable.Your highly regulated anger at my 'achievements' as u put it, is so bitterly obvious. My style of prose or my prose in general seems to hold a mixture of pride and envy in you that i find fascinating. 
Wow that is indeed a praise. To compare me with an american trash reknown writer as opposed to legendary literarians like Jane Austen or Charlotte Bronte. (even though the latter doesnt impress me so much as it just sounds good in paper) Its like something that irks you to the core. Oh wait-- another moment where that jealousy creeps up alive again.. But you took it a little far and psycho-analized it with a bit of ridiculous marehaan crap-alogy. I beg your pardon? But more aptly it is that disgusting, to observe your erruption of crying out loud pride for "Muktaar" that i find a bit revealing and disturbingly ridiculous. Granted, i thank you for acknowledging my elegance, lack of coarseness and crudeness- i must beg you to declare your identity now. Mwaura--i know that u were studente, ayaantu, siren,....etc etc but more importantly....are you Muktaar aka Sir Lugooyo??? 
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