Wednesday, May 30, 2007

The Evolution of African Diabz (2)

Given: Species evolve

Given: The species that are best adapted to their environment survive …

Given: The species that survive pass on their desirable traits to subsequent generations

Unclear: Why Do African Mamaz Have Bigger Diabz?

FALSE THEORY:


Big hips to accommodate child birth. Errr, kwani chim-chongs don’t give birth? Have you seen how small some of them are?

POSSIBLE EXPLANATION:

The main reason African mamaz have bigger diabz is very simple really …

“We Had No Chairs”

In the harsh terrain, one either looked for the smoothest stone (not always easy coz of wild animals) or was endowed with a survival mechanism … This latter trait was more expedient in the long run.

Over thousands of years, this trait was passed on … hence the diabzful African woman today who I must add:

is a species tofauti from wale wengine !!


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Sunday, April 01, 2007

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.

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