I spent some time trying to figure out what was going on in the pic before I realised it was a gif. OP indicate next time ok?

Kachisbarbie:

wellsaid. The question now is, why would anyone do that?

It's actually a very common thing. I've seen at least two other topics like this one. One of them was started to praise the 'notable' trolls of Nairaland and the OP was an alt with a troll account. Very pityful if you ask me

You and your countless alts; male and female need to go out and experience the real world. This isn't life.....this isn't life at all. This is what you get when you consistently lack satisfaction and fulfillment in your offline life. Kpele o. I don't even resent you for being such a bold liar. I just pity you.

Holy shieet! I just read through the entire modafuckin thread and goddam I don't know whether to laugh or to pity OP and his fantasies he's trying to pass off as life experiences. Hmmmm! Na wa o! @remsonik, please and please don't take what the guy says seriously, he's just a pathetic liar. Chai. Na wa for wire road oooooo!

I wonder what OP is gaining from telling lies . Is your life outside Nairaland so boring that you have to concoct pages upon pages of fables to feel good about yourself? . Anyway let me show myself out now. Enjoy the fawning of those people that believe your c0ck and bull tales.

Sylverbox:
No sorry, I am a Doctor.

Good for you. Sickle cell is a terrible thing.

Sylverbox:
He had a condition called priapism. Its characterized by painfull, persistent, purposeless, penile erection. It occurs commonly in people with sickle cell anaemia.

Do you have the sickness?

OP ask your 'friend' to kill himself fast before he kills an innocent person. It's not women's fault that his miserable existence has warped his brain into a messed up mass of psychotic fantasies. Tufiakwa.

Marc9:
I lost two great friends to Sickle Cell Anaemia! When they were alive, they were introvertial introvert. One was my primary and secondary school classmate. I carried him home on my back anytime the day became too hot, he reacted to sunlight with signs which include swollen face, scaly skin, and yellowish eyeballs.
Every intending couple should endeavour to see a marriage counsellor!

Can you imagine? Just for walking under hot sun that many people do without feeling anything? How will the person be happy when they cannot perform simple tasks that others take for granted?
I didnt even know SS were so sensitive to hot sun. . . . . Now that I think of it, that girl I spoke of earlier is also immensely introverted and indoors for like 90 percent of the time; she has actually become disillusioned and losing touch with reality.
Couples please seek counselling before having kids, love is not all you need.

Marc9:
Genotypic compactibility is quite important in marital decision. Bt it deals with probability. For a lady who is 'AS', the probability of her having 'SS' children(sickled cells) with an 'AS' partner is 1/4(0.25 or 25%). This doesn't mean if they both get married, one of the kids will or must surely be 'SS', or 'AS' or 'AA', as against what most people misconstrue. It all deals with probability, chances!
But because of the love we tend to have for our kids and how we want them to be healthy, and feel normal among their peers, we need mind how we risk bringing them to life. 'AS/AS' couple doesn't have 100% assurance of bearing healthy kids, they only have 75%, as against 'AS/AA' couple who has 100% assurance of bearing normal kids to life. 'AS/AS' couple has 25% risk, while 'AS/AA' couple has 0% risk of having sickle cell children.
Love surpasses everything. The love 'AS' couple might have for each other could actually make them take the risk. But then, the first consideration should be the love for the children to come!
In as much as we now have proper sickle cell management, it doesn't mean we should blindly or nonchalantly plunge into taking that risk. No matter how effective the management is, the kids might still be scarred psychologically.
Concerning whatever arrangement there is at the hospitals, I don't know about that. But I'll advise you try to look for an 'AA' partner, so that you'll have a restful, enjoyable, no hassle, no rushing to the hospital, and no regret family life. Always ask the guys you seem to size up as potential partner their genotype. But do that discreetly.

@bold, I agree. I know one such person. . . . . . She finds life miserable and was suicidal before. Infact I think she's still suicidal because of the sheer amount of negativity she carries inside.


Psychologically scarred doesn't even properly describe her. . . . . .
*shudder*
AS folks please avoid other AS.
The type of turmoil SS brings to kids is too much to overlook.

And mzdarkskin....just dissapeared into thin air. I also loved her posts. Very educational. I will never forget her piece on the Sentinelese people on Culture section. I had to do my own research on them and similar isolated tribes after I read that topic and boy was I fascinated........and more importantly, something she wrote to me on religion section changed my life forever....so I still have her in mind even if she's gone. So many of them; gabrywyl, hot stepper, razorr, gamine and so on. Back then when Nairaland was fun to be in. And yes, this is an alt account in case anyone of you I mentioned don't know who I am .

Where is drrionelli? I had a teeny weeny ecrush on him back then because of his impeccable written English .........and he sounded quite intelligent too. Too bad Nairaland these days is polluted with stupidd kids and hardly any intellectuals. Yeah, and Royal . Royal the lyrical, texual assasin. Loved reading his posts....where did he vanish to anyways? I am losing interest in this site these days, all my interests are gone except for two funny/interesting ladies I look out for once in a while.....

Bump

JEBO CLAN WOMAN WITH TATTOO

A Lemon Plant Thorn Used in Puncturing the Skin [img]http://4.bp..com/-4MQ8KZ8ALh0/TxIVwR5wT6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/sLyUd0OH6LM/s1600/A+lemon+thorn+plant+punctures+the+skin.JPG[/img]

Koje Village Woman with Tattoo[img]http://2.bp..com/-hVKoiKyeMtM/TxIVBUGTmmI/AAAAAAAAALs/zQisBx_zxec/s1600/Koje+Village+woman+with+full+facial+tatoo.JPG[/img]

More pictures of their tattoos:

“I love a woman with a good tattoo. You know, there are ‘boobs men,’ ‘legs men,’ but me—I’m a tattoo man,” Oswald chortles, his toothy smile stained by the blood-red betel nut. “You should meet my wife, she has the most beautiful tattoo in our tribe,” adds Daius, calmly leaning back, quietly interjecting with confidence.

Both Oswald and Daius are members of the Korafe tribe, one of roughly eight sects occupying the fjord-ridden region of Tufi in Papua New Guinea’s easterly Oro province. And at 65 and 47 years old respectively, they grapple with finding room for their people’s time-honored traditions in a rapidly globalizing world.


The Korafe, along with the neighboring Tufians, are known throughout the country for one of the most extreme tribal traditions on the planet: facial tattoos. A rite of passage solely reserved for adolescent girls, the painful custom is believed to be as old as the local creation myth.

Like most rituals in Papua New Guinea, facial tattooing borrows from the mating rituals of a bird; the Raggiana bird of paradise in particular, which presents its vivid plumage upon reaching maturity. A bright tattoo—the tribal interpretation of brilliant feathers—adorns a young woman’s face when she comes of age between 14 and 18 years old.


It’s difficult, however, to find the equivalent of a Tufian facial tattoo in Western culture. Unlike selective rhinoplasty, which yields a smaller and more feminine nose shape, or breast augmentation, which enhances the womanly figure, these permanent markings aren’t meant to embellish any female attributes in the name of sex appeal. They are instead somewhat akin to ear piercing—it’s ornamentation, or Tufian art, and it’s appreciated as a new and separate attribute of the body by men and women alike.

It goes without saying that the process of adorning one’s face with stripes and swirls is an act of beautification that is much more arduous than sliding a needle through one’s ear.

When a young woman’s elders decide she’s ready for the rite, they deliver her to one of the tribe’s tattoo mavens; a older woman who is well versed in the elaborate custom of ink art creation. Her responsibilities are twofold: While preserving the generational custom and executing an array of designs on the delicate canvas, she must also care for the young woman in question during the painful procedure, which can take up to two months to complete.

From beginning to end, the process of acquiring a facial tattoo is shrouded in mystery known only to the women of the Tufian tribes. The rite of passage is performed with great secrecy, usually when the cool breezes of the dry season blow through (between May and September) so that the rite bearers can hide comfortably inside the tattoo maven’s hut, as they are forbidden to be seen by others until the artwork is complete.

The first few days of the ritual are dedicated to perfecting the pattern of sea-green ribbons that will eventually adorn the face forever. Some of the markings are tribal, showing the provenance of the young woman (some clans draw down the neck, some stop at the jawbone), while others are purely aesthetic, matching and accentuating the facial shape and physique.


Several designs are painted on with bits of finely burned charcoal, or in some cases squid ink, until the artist and the young woman’s family decide upon a veritable blueprint. And then the “tapping’ process begins.

“When the young woman is ready to emerge from her weeks in hiding, she attends a ceremony marking her ascent into true womanhood.”
The traditional form of tattooing in Tufi is loosely called “tapping” because of the rat-tat-tat action that takes place when the artist literally taps the charcoal design into the face of the young recipient. Using what’s locally referred to as a boare tifá, a makeshift stylus constructed from a sharp thorn dipped in a variety of ceremonial antiseptics, the tattoo maven pricks the face for roughly 20 minutes at both the beginning and end of the day. During the rest of the day the young woman relaxes and heals, waiting for the swelling on her face to subside.

The practice is long and arduous, and after the entire face has been tapped, the process is repeated twice more to ensure that the design stays on the face without too much fading.

[]bBeyond the mental acuity needed to focus through the pain, the young woman must also abide by a strict diet. While living in the tattoo maven’s hut, she is expected to participate in a type of modified fasting meant to speed the healing process and increase one’s pain threshold during the unpleasant sessions of “tapping.” Only hot water can be consumed, and the minimal amounts of food acceptable must never be cooked in a clay pot[/b].

Failure to follow the fasting regimen often results in scarring and sickness from the repeated tattooing when the scabs don’t cleanly fall off of the face. From a male perspective, this often puts into question a young woman’s ability to be a good mother; if she can’t feed herself properly, how will she care for her children?

When the young woman is ready to emerge from her weeks in hiding, she attends a ceremony marking her ascent into true womanhood. And from that point on she must ritualistically bathe her face in coconut oil to keep the luster of the markings intact for the rest of her life.

Oswald and Daius reflect on the special days when the young women in the tribe would emerge from the tattoo maven’s hut at the unveiling; “the brightness of their tattoos was captivating—like the feathers of a bird. We remember it well.”

Thirty years ago, it was unheard of not to earn your stripes, so to speak. “Adult women without tattoos were considered used up,” according to Oswald, meaning that an unadorned woman had implicitly sought out sexual partners before reaching the age of appropriate maturity.

To encourage the continuation of the Tufian tradition, it is said that if a young woman goes through the onerous rite, she’s allowed to take the husband of her choosing.

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