African vs. Jungu Diabz ...

Objective:
To compare the posterior accentuation between African and Jungu Mamaz

Sample Size:
jungu = 30 mamaz
african = 30 mamaz

Null Hypothesis:
There is no difference in accentuation between an African diabz and a jungu diabz

Alternative Hypothesis:
An African diabz is more accentuated than a jungu diabz … [ click to see Exihibit "A"]

Accentuation Test:
The challenge here was to develop a subtle, fair and scientifically measurable test.
That was achieved by computing the “wobbling effect” in a random sample of mamaz.
We assume vector quantities, not scalar. That is, the closer to ZERO the “wobble magnitude” is, the more accentuated the diabz is.

The “wobble magnitude” is obtained by observing the number of sideway swings made by a diabz, without bobbling up and down. This means that a “perfect wobble” has a magnitude of exactly ZERO, that is, if observed for a minute, the diabz will sweep equidistant “left-right” arcs with minimal “up-down” disturbances …

RESULTS:
The null hypothesis was rejected at all levels of significance. The African mamaz win, hands down. The key question is HOW?

EXPLANATION:
Two raus of grey-goose* –pineapple, and off I was, traversing the ethers to the Galapagos … whither my answer was revealed. That will be the object of my next post entitled:

“How African Mamaz Have Bigger Diabz than Jungus – An Evolutionary Approach”


Motive:
Why would someone do such an experiment? Well ... very good question ... but sometimes why is less important than how! Let me demonstrate ...

Tell me:

How would a goose* (a real goose) look in high-heels and shades?

Of KBW sexcapades ...

I enjoy trying to visualize how KBW bloggers look (only chicks), their ages, and what type of personality they may have based on their writing. I have a feeling it doesn’t work. But my generosity knows no limits. I think my brain maps a direct proportionality between blog content and “potential aesthetic appeal”. In short, I am trying to say that I am yet to visualize a KBW mama who is not sawa … but do I say???

It gets even more interesting. You see, my mind likes making mini-movies. When I visualize a sawa chick, I want it to end there. But my brain does not let me. Like wahenga walivyonena: “Kichwa hakina pazia” (?)

At this juncture, I am mightily embarrassed, yet obliged to announce that I have “gotten laid” by a LOT of mamas on KBW. I did a Dinka on all of them, and I even remember trimming coz a few of them would not reciprocate my Dinka sans a trim …

But that’s neither here nor there. I really wanted to tell you guys how one of these episodes almost got me beheaded on Friday evening…

You see, I did not sleep a wink on Thursday night. It’s not because am a minute man. Nay, on this material night, my brain was inexplicably polygamous. I hamad from nani’s blog to nani’s. … and I swear every single one of them patiad me, and I gleefully pokead …

The problem is: I had to go to work on Friday morning. And so it was that I spent the whole day at work dividing my shamba amongst all the “sons” that I had sired the night before …

The afore-mentioned task was so arduous I could not last my 8-hr shift. At exactly 3pm, I said sayonara to my boss and hit the road. I had to get home soonest possible and get my dose of sleep. Little did I know …

I was jolted from my reverie by a pissed young black lady on the bus, approximately 25 minutes later. Hell hath no fury like a miro woman aggrieved ...

Unfortunately, I’d blacked out and placed my arm around her. Gladly, my profound apology sufficed to assuage her fears. I was not making a pass at her and was glad I did not get a tongue rollicking ...

I blame the KBW mamas. It was all a dream.