gallivant:

Hi, am looking for photos of the Two Rivers Project in Nairobi... If you have some can you share please.

I will be back to comment.

Recently I took a bus home. on my way I realised the guy infront of me was secretly watching a long video clip of people being intimate. I believe it was a p*rn video clip through a few glances that I secretly stole.

I have tried googling advantages of p*rn despite its promotion of moral decay in the society and here I list some:

1. Boosts you sexual psych- it has been used for many years in hospitals to help couples with problems in bed.

2. Source of income- its well known that p*rnsters are among the richest people In the world. Its believed that 1 video clip production by a star earns as much as possible to spend thousand nights in big world Hilton and Shelaton Hotels.

3. Its Educational- many bedroom bullies and quality producers in bed are products of p*rn watching. New styles are learned which are later put into practise.

4. reduces your sexual urge- many whom have not got an opportunity to have sex believe that through watching p*rn, they will be relieved from that urge. as for my opinion I oppose this. its the contrary.

5. Passage from childhood to adulthood - each and everyone at one point as watched p*rn..he or she then made a choice to avoid it or continue.
As per my opinion we should learn from other people's mistakes and not ours.

what's your opinion on p*rn and why is it allowed on the web with the highest number of websites in the internet community?

folawiyoma:









Where can I get it?

the secret is in the novels...read more of Achebe, Thion'go and many other african writers

AbuMikey:
LMAO

OP, are You related to Akinmail?

AbuMikey:
LMAO

OP, are You related to Akinmail?

folawiyoma:
Lots of vocabulary. This op is a lunaweed professor. I wish I you could prescribe what you are smoking, I really need it so badly.


Will be waiting.

i just use the queens' language..am addicted to it even in my dreams.

Our School Motto was: Making Men out of Boys. It was a community school at the outskirts of the city. For the past 7 years before I joined form 1, only 3 students had made it to a university; by cheating the exams. Our discipline master, Mr. Kimemia was a self-proclaimed Ganja man- an awkwardly tall man with a shaggy goatee. We had nicknamed him Simon Makonde, a name which he personally loved.

Ours was the only school north of Limpopo without a C.U.

Striking was part of term’s co-curricular activities. At the beginning of each term, the teachers would include two more weeks to the timetable to compensate the days expected to be lost due to strikes.

At Friday’s night, everything else used to take place except reading. I remember at one time, the whole of form 4 class was suspended for a mass sneaking out of school. We basically used to strike to quench our dual-thirst for Local Brew and girls. The nearby slum apart from providing grade 1 Local Brew, also housed willing twilight girls. On reaching form 3, most of us would already be proud fathers of several kids across the street. In fact most Form 4’s used to be referred to as Baba Jamo, Baba Carol et al by form 1’s.

This excessive libido made the administration take a drastic but draconian action.

Out of evident wickedness and cruel mistreatment, the administration hatched a plan behind our backs. According to classified Intel which we later sniffed, the admin together with the school cooks entered into an evil collaboration. They schemed, without our consultation, to spice our food with herbal anaphrodisiacs.

Immediate results. It worked.

I noticed it almost immediately after taking lunch on Wednesday. Although I entered the Dining Hall on a standing ovation, by the time I cleared my plate “I” was hanging lifelessly. I kept it to myself.

On Thursdays, most of us used to trans-night until Friday morning; of course not reading, but moving across form 1 dorms soliciting funds for Friday Night chang’aa escapades. We would only rest after raising sufficient funds for atleast three chang’aa(Local Brew) cups.

Marto was a funny character. He had repeated form 4 three times, each time disappearing at the third term, 2 days before the KCSE exams.

It was Friday around 5 a.m. I heard him shouting his lungs out, standing at the dormitory’s entrance and screaming something about erecting. Most of us woke up to check on the hullabaloo.

The dormitories doors went open and sleepy ruffians ran to the center of the call. A size-able Kamukunji gathered around Marto. Shaking his head like Agwambo he motioned the crowd to calm down. He was in his Gucci boxers and a netted vest.

The guy was seemingly infuriated. Gasping fast he waved to the crowd, owning nous of an incumbent politician. The crowd was speedily swelling and soon the whole school was ‘in attendance’.

He started his speech: “Comrades power! Comrades power!” We all thundered in unison in response. He became excited. “Comrades, our manhood and fertility are in danger of extinction. I have confirmed that the cooks have been pouring paraffin, herbs and other paraphernalia in our meals to moderate our libido!”

NOOOOOOO!!! We all thundered.

“I will proof it. You know every day every man wakes up with an erection. A hard one. True?”

“Right now it is already morning, who among us has an erection?”

We all dipped our hands in our pants to unearth the shocker. The damned things were cold, hanging and withered.

Pin drop silence. Heads shook.

Anger and embarrassment.

Add to the fact that it was Friday and the damned sagging buggers were expected to deliver later in the evening when we sneak out to meet the girls.

We did not wait for anybody to tell us what we should do. We ran into a rampage. We were running around the school, stoning everything with an appearance of glass. The cooks, aware of their portion, took off for their dear lives and left the sufurias boiling on their own.

We broke the gate and proceeded out, heading home singing,” MAKONDE MUST GO, ERECTIONS MUST COME!”

Anyway we went home. Everyone to their father's house of course. It was when I reached at our home's gate when it dawned on me that I will have an uphill task explaining to my no nonsense father our reason to strike!

A person dies somewhere every night while trying a new s3x style

ladies ladies
A guy suggests to you, you like him, bt you dont accept immediately thinking you will look cheap. you say: give me sometime, let me think over it, some say No, I will text you etc (lie)
- tell him: opportunities come once and I dont want to loose you. I love you too :Dladies ladies
A guy suggests to you, you like him, bt you dont accept immediately thinking you will look cheap. you say: give me sometime, let me think over it, some say No, I will text you etc (lie)
- tell him: opportunities come once and I dont want to loose you. I love you too

Dont marry because its a stage you have to go through in life. marry coz you have found that True Lv.."Alehandro"