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[quote author=Kilode?! link=topic=590933.msg7908732#msg7908732 date=1300111121]I will see what I can do, getting tired of typing long stuff on NL these days. . .[/quote]No worries, Oga Kilode.  My posting is sporadic as well.  Sometime a little; sometime a lot.  Anytime you or (anyone else) feel(s) like it, mention one or more books you'd recommend as essential to a personal library.  Not an assignment. 

To Violent and Rossike: This is not cool, at all.  You guys are too smart for this kind of behaviour.

It'd be nice to have the debate without the personal attacks.

Lyrical Poets, improvising.

[flash=480,400]http://www.youtube.com//v/iwiJNWyGICU[/flash]

As usual, there's a lot going on visually, but the emphasis is on the vocals.

[flash=480,400]http://www.youtube.com//v/RU5hyylFGPg[/flash]

Isale, give us Le Femme Noir too.

I shall.  How 'bout some of me original works of yesteryears?  lol. The "Emily Dickinson meets Buchi Emecheta meets teen angst"?  Neh, I wouldn't subject you to such.   

Okay, that's an assignment for moi - Poets of the feminine gender, preferably African. Got it!

You know, I wish there would be more submissions and participation.  I'm definitely feeling in a literary mood at the mo.  When I get that out of my system, we'll get back to Politics or whatever we normally discuss here.  

Kilode.  I would love to see excerpts of some of the Yoruba literature we previously discussed, when you can, of course. 

Also, from everyone, I would like us to share recommendations for reading material: literature, history, current affairs, biographies, etc.

RSA:
The connection is the tendency of Nigerians to always be right,No one can argue with a Nigerian and win the argument.They're the most biggest,educated,intelligent and every thing.

If you come up with some ting new they'll tell you that 'we've been having it'

[quote author=U de vex? link=topic=619117.msg7907898#msg7907898 date=1300101658]Thats quite true actually, thats why our men don't go after kids and goats in the folorn hope the sex with a virgin can cure AID's. Its also why you will never read in the press that a Nigerian had their bath to wash away AID's after violating another mans wife. You're right.[/quote]

One Nigeria!

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Alj Uche:


mukina2 you wicked ooo ok before you expose me i would confess

i have one more id that i use and i know you know the id

Alj Uche:
mukina2 more confess still coming

but let me get back from work.

Daaaaammmnn!  She didn't even threaten to waterboard you, and you're already singing like a bird.    Haba, AljUche.  Remind me never to share any secrets with you. 

[quote author=Kilode?! link=topic=590933.msg7905154#msg7905154 date=1300063398]^^ You better not diss Ogbomoso people. If DK catch you, even Katsumoto's sword no go save you o [/quote]lol.  DK's been looking for my trouble for some time now, and I may just indulge him.  He is one guy who is so dogged in totally ruffling other people's feathers.  I do wish I could meet him - I'd jump up and give him a couple slaps to his big head.

Ok, I was hoping "Tisa" was an ara-oke teaching Oyinbo kids the subtle superior art of African poetry. . .

I don't think he could survive American teenagers o. 

He was actually a multi-learned man.  In addition to geography, and literature, he also could have taught Math and Yoruba as a course.  The first time I actually saw someone doing incantations, other than on those ridiculous TV shows where the babalawo is always some cartoonish character, it was him.  A discussion of one of the African poets (possibly Soyinka) who employed a very Ifa-centric rhythmic pattern in one of his work was being discussed.  In order to get the lesson into our not-fully developed brains, our teacher decided to do actual incantations for us to see what he was talking about. I mean, seriously, they broke the mould when they made that guy.

frosbel:
Islam is not God's religion for mankind.

It is a counterfeit satanic inspired religion.

I'm not reading all that rubbish up there.  I'm surprised the OP didn't run afoul of Spambot with his/her posts.

But you, Frosbel, and your comment?  You're so sure Islam is a bad religion.  And whatever religion or spirituality you practice is obviously not giving you much solace considering I only know your username from seeing you miserable and downright suicidal most of the time.  Whining about the end of the world, everytime there's bad news or a natural or man-made disaster you question everything about life.  Did a Muslim come crying to you for comfort? I doubt it.

I don't do e-battles and I don't go after other posters, but you're one NLer I could care less of turning into an enemy.  Really, take a look at yourself before making blanket statements like the one you just did.  How old are you?  You have any evidence Satan inspired Islam?  Really, let's see it.  Spend more time on your own self so you won't lose your head everytime a congresswoman gets shot or an earthquake happens on the other side of the world that doesn't affect you. Heal your damn self before attempting to cure others who doubtless are coping better than you appear to be.

Naija all the way. 'Twas in secondary school in Lagos. I mistakenly wrote "high school" instead of Grammar or Secondary School.

So, is that what that accent is? Ogbomosho? The "shoe" pronounced as Su" or "Fashanu" pronounced as "Fasanu." Sorry, it is all ara-oke speech to the sheltered Lagosians. lol

African Poetry, Part I

Introduction

Funny, I had already taken literature in secondary school for a couple of years and enjoyed it.  We had studied the messages in classics by Shakespeare, that is required reading for everyone, and a few works by respected African authors.  All except Shakespeare were prose - novels that can be readily followed; a format incorporating dialogue and narrative similar to what teenagers were already familiar. 

Then, a new school year, and the challenge of promoting to a higher form: I found we had to tackle poetry in our literature class.  So, I'm thanking God I had previously read Julius Caesar in its original iambic pentameter form.  A horrifying part of the requirement during the term had been memorising Mark Anthony's speech: " Friends Romans Countrymen, lend me your ears, I have come to bury Caeser, Not to Praise him, The evil that men do lives after them. . . "  If I live to be a hundred, I'd still remember some of the opening lines in that speech.  I can still see my eyes get round and the sweat form when we all thought the teacher might call upon us to recite it from memory, afterall it was an assignment and the highlight of the book.  He didn't call upon any of us to recite it from memory, although I and one boy did have to read parts of it to the class.  We usually read the parts the teacher himself didn't feel like reading out loud.  Phew!

So, back to the new form and the "higher" level of literature.  We think our last year's literature teacher had some promotion or did he get too close to the precocious moon-faced girl in the back of the class?  Anywhatever, we were going to get a new teacher to regale us with the literary words of the sages.  Who would it be?  Another skinny and humourless guy from Ghana?  An old round woman from the east that'll bend your ears if you spoke out of turn?  Or, if we were really lucky, an arrogant guy with a fake European accent who will get so moved by the words he'll spit when he talks!  Isale better not sit in the front seat I love so much.  Time to switch with the pushy girl in the center row who had been coveting my spot since last year. 

So, who who who is gonna stimulate and motivate us to full appreciation of Literature in English.  Not a new teacher we could all gossip about and pass ludicrous tales about until we got used to him and the newness wears off.  Not anything resembling what I predicted.

No.  Not a new and fresh victim.  No one but the dimunitive, heavily "ara-oke" accented, boring-as-a-hole-in-the-ground Geography teacher.  I think I took his class for a couple of days, listening to him talk about molten magmas and hurricanes, before switching to something more exciting like needlework!  He was the type that never made his presence known. 

The type that was too shy to even address high-school students outside of the classroom, for Pete's sake.  How he survived standing in front of a class day in a day out I never knew.  Now that I'm older, I can imagine he throws up before class in classic stage fright mode, or maybe he takes a shot of gin to up his confidence before strolling into class.

So, how in hell's bathroom did we get this tiny soft-spoken guy to be our new literature teacher?  The shortage is that bad, we're getting geography freaking teachers to teach Shakespeare now?  How'd I end up in this sorry excuse of a school? 

Well, they say "don't ever judge a book by its cover".  The previous year, when I had to do all that iambic pentameter stuff in Julius Caesar and Macbeth and Taming of the Shrew, I faked the funk - just glad I muddled through.  I, and I'm confident to say, most of my classmates knew not what the hell the rhymes meant.  We understood the plot, the drama, the storyline, the imagery, but we didn't understand the rhymes or the rules that was tediously employed by Shakespeare or what any poet employs. 

But, the underestimated Geography-come-literature teacher? Wow!  He brought it all to life.  So, you mean you have to employ an ABCDEF or AABB or any combination therefore at the end of each line, paying attention to syllables patterns, plus the verses also need uniformity?  Awesome. 

Because of this man, with the heavily accented speech - yes, he pronounced S as Sh, and vice versa, a lot of times; and if you weren't reading the book along with him, you might think he was speaking vernacular.  In spite of that, I learned to really appreciate a literary form that seemed alien to me.   He was not an exciting teacher, didn't employ any dramatic styles, didn't try to be a star or a know-it-all, just someone who truly loved the poetic form and understood and loved the African writers - which was our focus at the time - and the message they were trying to convey.  Most of it too complex for a 13/14-year old minds but boy, what a joy!  Really an amazing person. 

He was not a great communicator himself but through his careful and consistent manner all my mates began to really understand what we were learning, to the point many of us started writing in rhymes.  My diary changed from all whiny long-rambling stream of consciousness to incorporate more and more short sentences that grew to verses of poems. 

The joy of learning all embodied by an underestimated and underappreciated man whose name I don't even remember.  I wonder what happened to him?  You were awesome, Geography man!  Hope to find you and thank you for that one term in school. 

To start off the oft-promised series of African Poetry, I will highlight one of my former teacher's favourite authors:

The Great Senegalese, LEOPOLD SEDAR SENGHOR.

Known for being a great statesman, author, leader and many more.  For one year, in literature class, I knew him more as a great poet. 

He wrote in French.  I hope this English translation I found online does him justice.  

In Memoriam
BY LÉOPOLD SÉDAR SENGHOR

Today is Sunday.
I fear the crowd of my fellows with such faces of stone.
From my glass tower filled with headaches and impatient Ancestors,
I contemplate the roofs and hilltops in the mist.
In the stillness—somber, unclothed chimneys.
Below them my dead are asleep and my dreams turn to ashes.
All my dreams, blood running freely down the streets
And mixing with blood from the butcher shops.
From this observatory like the outskirts of town
I contemplate my dreams lost along the streets,
Crouched at the foot of the hills like the guides of my race
On the rivers of the Gambia and the Saloum
And now on the Seine at the foot of these hills.
Let me remember my dead!
Yesterday was All Saints’ Day, the solemn anniversary of the Sun,
And I had no dead to honor in any cemetery.
O Forefathers! You who have always refused to die,
Who knew how to resist Death from the Sine to the Seine,
And now in the fragile veins of my indomitable blood,
Guard my dreams as you did your thin-legged migrant sons!
O Ancestors! Defend the roofs of Paris in this dominical fog,
The roofs that protect my dead.
Let me leave this tower so dangerously secure
And descend to the streets, joining my brothers
Who have blue eyes and hard hands.

Night in Sine
BY LÉOPOLD SÉDAR SENGHOR

Woman, place your soothing hands upon my brow,
Your hands softer than fur.
Above us balance the palm trees, barely rustling
In the night breeze. Not even a lullaby.
Let the rhythmic silence cradle us.
Listen to its song. Hear the beat of our dark blood,
Hear the deep pulse of Africa in the mist of lost villages.

Now sets the weary moon upon its slack seabed
Now the bursts of laughter quiet down, and even the storyteller
Nods his head like a child on his mother’s back
The dancers’ feet grow heavy, and heavy, too,
Come the alternating voices of singers.

Now the stars appear and the Night dreams
Leaning on that hill of clouds, dressed in its long, milky pagne.
The roofs of the huts shine tenderly. What are they saying
So secretly to the stars? Inside, the fire dies out
In the closeness of sour and sweet smells.

Woman, light the clear-oil lamp. Let the Ancestors
Speak around us as parents do when the children are in bed.
Let us listen to the voices of the Elissa Elders. Exiled like us
They did not want to die, or lose the flow of their semen in the sands.
Let me hear, a gleam of friendly souls visits the smoke-filled hut,
My head upon your bosom as warm as tasty dang streaming from the fire,
Let me breathe the odor of our Dead, let me gather
And speak with their living voices, let me learn to live
Before plunging deeper than the diver
Into the great depths of sleep.

You'd think the reporter would provide a comment from the Gabon authorities. Very strange. So many questions that need to be answered. . .

Oscar Wilde was a flaming queer. No offense.

But he may have guessed right on the (non)friendship part.

Katsumoto:
I am safe, thanks and my ancestral home in Kyoto is also good. I do however, have a friend who is trapped in Kawagoe, a city not far from that nuclear plant in Fukushima.

Are you serious?  I'm sorry about your friend.  Still not sure about your Japanese genealogy; first I've heard of it. 

Martins, Ike Uche Back In Eagles For Ethiopia

I don't recall ever hearing the words Ethiopia [/b]and [b]football in the same sentence before.  I figure they're as "good" in football as India is.    Surely if Super Eagles were to play against them, we wouldn't need our heavy-hitters; we can play our youth and reserve teams - with one leg tied behind their backs. 

/trash talk

I can't win!  Why you all tripping, yo?! 

Here you go, all you thread regulars and the lovely Nairaland people:

[flash=200,200]http://www.youtube.com//v/tv36_QAVLsQ[/flash]

Why not?  I don't see what's "yuck" or disgusting about it.  Some people will touch a lot more dubious things with their mouths.  lol

Yes, my parents did it for their kids when it was necessary.  Believe it or not, I was told my dad even did it for one of us, and I am sure he never changed a nappy in his life.   

I've seen it being done, and I took it for granted every parent may be called upon to do it at some point.  You just have to be sure not to suck both nostrils at the same time, is my guess.  If you hate the idea, thankfully they make every kind of baby item, including these things called "baby nasal aspirators."  Only drawback is, some pediatricians discourage parents from using it.  So, you may be stuck doing the "yuck" thing whether you like it or not. 

Happy Saturday, folks.  Another of my favourite things.   

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Riverwide - Written and performed by Sheryl Crow

I spent a year in the mouth of a whale
With a flame and a book of signs
You'll never know how hard I've failed
Trying to make up for lost time

Once I believed in things unseen
I was blinded by the dark
Out of the multitude to me
He came and broke my heart

When the dust in the field has flown
And the youngest of hearts has grown
And you doubt you will ever be free
Don't bail on me

River is wide and oh so deep
And it winds and winds around
I dream we're happy in my sleep
Floating down and down and down

And the tide rushes by where we stand
And the earth underneath turns to sand
And we're waiting for someone to see
Honey, Don't bail on me.

Tell ma, I loved the man
Even though I turned and ran
Lovely and fine I could have been
Laying down in the palm of his hand
Laying down in the palm of his hand
Laying down in the palm of his hand
Staying down in the palm of his hand

In the morning you wait for the sun
And secretly hope it won't come
But time washes everyone clean
Buddy now, don't bail on me
Don't bail on me
Don't bail on me

Studio/original version:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZmxVf31KqY

Sheryl referenced Leaves of Grass in her intro, which reminds me I still want to do poems by African authors.  Busy this weekend, but I will do it in the next week.  Some great ones I've run across too.  In the meantime, feel free to post your own.  E se o. 

Japan’s Strict Building Codes Saved Lives
By NORIMITSU ONISHI
Published: March 11, 2011
New York Times

From seawalls that line stretches of Japan’s coastline, to skyscrapers that sway to absorb earthquakes, to building codes that are among the world’s most rigorous, no country may be better prepared to withstand earthquakes than Japan.

Had any other populous country suffered the 8.9 magnitude earthquake that shook Japan on Friday, tens of thousands of people might already be counted among the dead. So far, Japan’s death toll is in the hundreds, although it is certain to rise.

Over the years, Japan has spent billions of dollars developing the most advanced technology against earthquakes and tsunamis. The Japanese, who regularly experience smaller earthquakes and have lived through major ones, know how to react to quakes and tsunamis because of regular drills — unlike Southeast Asians, many of whom died in the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami because they lingered near the coast.

Communities along Japan’s coastline, especially in areas that have been hit by tsunamis in the past, tend to be the best prepared. Local authorities can usually contact residents directly through warning systems set up in each home; footpaths and other escape routes leading to higher ground tend to be clearly marked.

In the country that gave the world the word tsunami, Japan, especially in the 1980’s and 1990’s, built concrete seawalls in many communities, some as high as 40 feet. In addition, some coastal towns have set up networks of sensors that can sound alarms in every residence and automatically closed floodgates when an earthquake strikes to prevent waves from surging up rivers. Ports are sometimes equipped with raised platforms.

Critics of the seawalls, however, say they are eyesores and bad for the environment. The seawalls, they say, can instill a false sense of security among coastal residents and discourage them from participating in regular evacuation drills. Moreover, by blocking residents’ view of the ocean, the seawalls reduce peoples’ ability to understand the sea by observing wave patterns, critics say.

According to the national broadcaster NHK, waves from Friday’s tsunami spilled over some seawalls in the affected areas. But it was too soon to say whether other seawalls or regular evacuation drills — or a combination of the two — prevented casualty figures from climbing higher.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/12/world/asia/12codes.html?_r=1&hp

[quote author=Kilode?! link=topic=590933.msg7893627#msg7893627 date=1299875191]Kai, Wahala wa o 


Oga Dk dey take style release Ogede and Ayajo.    [/quote]That's his style. 

See me see trouble, Oga Kilode.  I can't tell people I love them anymore?  All right I love all of you all. [size=14pt]Except Dayokanu[/size]. lol.    And maybe I am IN LOVE with one person. lol.

You see how I just post and post and post as I get more defensive, but instead of clearing things up I just dig a bigger hole for myself?  Story of my life.  Let it go, Isale.  breathe in breathe out. 

I am going to get so much grief for this.  Already started.  Another self-imposed hiatus is in the offing.

dayokanu:
Olorun a se idajo a fi eyin pin eran. So you used and dumped me. Later they would say Naija men are bad.

I never said Naija men are bad.  I have no bitterness towards men; Not yet. . . but a few more run-ins with you. . . 

Of course I am reading it and I have made up my mind that you are not to be trusted.

How can you be my "future husband" if you're already decided that I can't be trusted?  So, you mean you'll marry me anyway, and make me suffer by punishing me with cruelty and distrust? 

Enu ti o fi so wipe ADEGUN lo fi so wipe ADEOGUN

Emi n le eku si e, Iwo n le ejo simi Se o daa be?

I don't understand, but I'm sure it's something scary you just said.  Good thing I don't believe in curses. 

dayokanu:
See naija women denying ojukoroju.

You even put it as your signature that Isalegangan loves Dayokanu

Now Kilode is the one

Ok o No wahala, Lemme go and face Naija babe jejely.

Naijababe How far Make we collabo jare

Arrrrggggghhhhh!  I only did that cos I felt bad about yelling at you.  Stop already!  You're pretending not to understand me.  I pity the woman that does fall in love with you.  

Oga Kilode, I'm not taking back my declaration to you o!  I meant it. Despite the harassment here, I'm gonna tough it out.  They can call me coquettish if they want.  Whatever.  They all know they love you.  But I get teased cos I admitted it?  Gbogbo e ye olorun.  Only God knows how he want to do things.

Seriously, don't encourage them.    My future husband (whoever he turns out to be) may be reading this and deciding I am not to be trusted. 

naijababe:
^ . I go defend your honour die eh so gbo. I just fell over laughing at your post

Thanks, babe.  That's what I love to hear.  My heart sank for a minute thinking I had no one to count on. 

Where's OAM4J?  That's my one true friend, I see. 

You, I'm gonna have to wait and see.  The wound is too fresh.  I feel that your love for me is the kind that disappears when I leave the room. 

naijababe:
Oga Kilode?!, I hope your head never burst o becos he go don swell so tey . . . . . . . . . . Na di tin wey OAM4J and Katz dey take day and night find, na hin just land fiam for u like dis eh?!.

E-love na gen gen o 

I can't even count on my own egbon/ obinrin/ Ara Eko to defend my honour when I'm not around.  If you don't want to admit that you love Kilode, that's your problem.  Seriously, which sane NLer doesn't have a soft spot for Kilode somewhere in their dark and twisted heart. 

[quote author=Kilode?! link=topic=590933.msg7892981#msg7892981 date=1299866082]I'm sure Katsumoto is safe, black people can smell water 3 days away [/quote]We don't know what Katsumoto is.  Did he tell you he is black?  He could be Japanese Afghanistan for all we know.  He could be a CIA agent that was airdropped as a newborn baby into the middle of Lagos to grow up with us, learn our way - culture and language - so the imperialists could once again recolonize our minds 

You sure no dey fear! Katsumoto is still alive o!

Well maybe "they" are not afraid, maybe "they" are just taking Shakespeares advice;

“Speak low, if you speak love.”    

I didn't do anything wrong.

There's different kinds of love.  I never said which kind.  If you really want to get to the nitty-gritty, I never told any other NLer I love him/her.  I mean, I didn't want to go there, but you guys (Kilode, naijababe, evilDayokanu) are poking at me something awful right now.   

dayokanu:


Are you cheating on me?

Seriously? Isnt that the same thing you told me, katsumoto, Debosky, fstranger, blacksta and everyone

Boy, you must be out of your mind!  What are you saying?  I don't love you! 

Blacksta and Debosky?  You mean, Beavis and Butthead! They harass me about my thread. 

Mind your beezwax about Katsumoto. 

FStranger can take care of himself.   

I NEVER TOLD ANYONE ELSE I LOVED THEM.  YOU GUYS ARE AWFUL.  I DON'T WANT TO BE THE FEMALE DAYOKANU. THE POLYANDRY NLer.  I CAN ONLY BE IN LOVE* WITH ONE MAN AT A TIME.    

*Don't even go there!

More Japan earthquake/tsunami news:

Gasoline Slides as Japan Quake Shuts Refineries, Oil Tumbles
By Barbara Powell - Mar 11, 2011 9:43 AM ET (3:43PM Nigeria time)
Bloomberg News

Gasoline slid, following crude oil lower, after Japan’s strongest earthquake in at least a century forced several oil refineries to close and lowered fuel demand.

Futures dropped the most in five weeks as Japanese companies including JX Nippon Oil & Energy Corp. and Cosmo Oil Co. have shut more than 820,000 barrels a day of capacity, or about 19 percent of the country’s total processing ability. Japan is the third-largest crude consumer.

“If there’s a lot of damage to refineries, for the time being, supplies of oil that would normally be consumed by Japan will be on the market,” said Gene McGillian, an analyst and broker at Tradition Energy in Stamford, Connecticut.
http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2011-03-11/gasoline-slides-as-japan-quake-shuts-refineries-oil-tumbles.html

fstranger3 (m)
Al-Jannah

     

Woke up to breaking news coverage of 8.9 earthquake plus tsunami in Japan.  Media appear to still be in the process of confirming level of destruction.  60 dead? . . . tsunami heading to Hawaii. . . watch on west coast (USA).

Any news of our Japanese prince, Katsumoto? Uhm. Typical NLer. Probably not even Japanese at all.

[quote author=Kilode?! link=topic=590933.msg7888542#msg7888542 date=1299809557]I'm freezing this quote as evidence, never to be corrupted, compromised or reversed  [/quote]Hahaha. Why do you doubt?  I am not the only one that loves you Kilode?!.  I am just not afraid to say it. 

[quote author=Kilode?! link=topic=590933.msg7880225#msg7880225 date=1299700654]That girl speaks with a very strange barbaric accent. Is she from some Caucasus mountain tribe? 

She should be ashamed of herself, after all the years spent learning cultured Yoruba language, tone and accents, she still sounds like she has hot Yam in her mouth

I don't think there is any hope for these people o, we can't refine them. . SMH

She try small sha, for an "Oyinbo"  [/quote]Classic!  A snarky Kilode too.  Have I told you lately that I love you?  Seriously, have I?   

revomind:
Ignore fstranger please.

Thanks

I am going to ignore him as well. the guy is a nuisance!

I probably shouldn't, but I LOL'd at this. 

Blackteeth:
I still don't understand the essence of the frequent tribal fights going on in here, especially between yoruba and igbo. I have visited both yoruba and igbo lands and both depict the same picture of mass poverty, dirty environments, illiteracy, lawlessness and disorganization. So what is the fight really based on? It would never change the fact both tribes are BUSH BLACK MONKEYS of the same class. Igbos are mainly responsible for these fights as I have observed.

You started off so well, but you exposed your own bias at the end.  I'd have more respect for you if you'd just being transparent and titled the thread, "Igbos causing trouble again." Or started the paragraph with the closing statement, "I am here to say that Igbos are mainly responsible for tribal fights on Nairaland." Something like that. But, do carry on.

Jakumo:
Hey, I object to that statement. Some of my best friends are Black Bush Monkeys. I am roasting one for dinner on an open fire as we speak, and it will again prove to be some of the tastiest meat available.

Perish the thought!  Please don't eat the monkeys!  They're family - yours and mine.  Unless you're a creationist; in that case go right ahead.

dayokanu:
You mean we can move to the bedroom If I apologize?

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