Contrary to popular belief , am not a genius. I know this comes as a shock to many of you who have here before worshiped my shadow. Am sorry to say, friends, I, the grandson of the Ancient Partriach, the very Mabenda , I am not a Genius. Granted, am borderline… but a genius am not.
I know it’s kind of hard for most of you hard boiled brains to imagine that someone of my gift would so casually admit to his shortcomings, but I would require graphs and projectors for a Pictorial lesson… and too much time… to make you see the sense…and this friends I don’t have at my disposal.
So, as you seat scratching whatever organ of cluster of organs that became itchy from the realisation that your living legend has limitations, rest assured that I am still in my unrelenting pursuit of ends that would and will make your existence on this rock hurtling through space, at the remotest, bearable. Scratch away friends, and maintain your blank stares into oblivion with beary any brain activity beyond the instinctual rythymic life sustaining pulsation. Be good… my ilk and I are full at work.
Your miserable life , for now is still useful to us… we require you to continue spawning new ones for posterity. Beyond that…i regret… you non comprehending nincompooppic Neanderthals are a waste of space and time.
Have a blessed week worthy skunks
kisungu miiingiiiii na catwalk…:D:D
Punguza majani wewe
Say no more.
That sentence right there, confirms it.
hehehehe
cjasoma uncle
Your daughter has premarital sex regularly and she loves it.
Hiyo bhangi yako kijana inakuadhiri vibaya.
:D:D
Of course,make my existence in this hurtling piece of rock bearable. Sell me tomato sauce mbichi…na kafirifiri kwa umbaaali
ametukanana. [SIZE=1]is there such a word?[/SIZE]
 :D:D:D you’re suffering from multiple personality disorder