certainly not, there are those of us who find him hideous and will never identify with his brand of stupidity
Bitch ni mamako, umbwa wewe. Don’t mention my marvelous name, I am celebrating Imran Okoths win, then you must look for my attention staki upuzi ngombe. I am blocking you. You are very stupid. We ni nani to say what people should post? Are you the SI unit of what people should post?
You are just a frustrated nobody and that is why unapenda kuingilia people who you don’t know to feel better about yourself.
Leave people business alone. Smith has a right to post whatever he wants. And to be whoever he wants to be. I told you last time when you were on my case about being child free and baggage free, ukiona my lifestyle inakuuma go add your kids ujaze the deficit I’ve left. Ukiona Smith ni bitch then you be a double dog umjazie deficit.
@administrator come here and tell us if there are members who have rights to call others bitches. And bullying people for their lifestyle choices. Huyu jamaa amezoea personal attacks. @Purple @Electronics4u.
Leave people’s lifestyle choices alone. Stick to the topic and stop taking out your frustrations on innocent people. You are not the SI Unit. I don’t even know what you post coz unakaa tuu kupost nonsense. Anyway, I will use block button to block you and I advise you to block people whose content you do not like instead of getting personal like a chokora who has never seen a school. Lanes. Kaa huko na machokora wenzako. Goodbye and good riddance to bad rubbish.
She’s the one who dumped him and it was his karma. He dumped his fiance a pilot who stood by him when he wasn’t shit. For her. She probably thought he would do the same to her so she beat him to it. Karma is the real deal pump and dump. What goes around comes back around.
OH HELL NOOOO!!! Best thing??? Unless it’s lost its meaning. Go listen to Hip Hop Nation Ghetto radio, some underground artists are way better than him. Way better!!!
That is essentially what mainstream hip-hop is about. Khali hashikiki kwa word-play, flow na delivery. Yeye ndiye King.
Life is filled with ups and downs. You are on a mountain headed for a valley or vice versa. You should not only share the ups because it shows everyone even celebs get down and they, like most will rise again. To me he was as ready as he will ever be.
Juliani is one artist I have Madd respect for. He always sings conscious music. I knew him as a Christian musician before he black slid. I hope what ever hardship he maybe going through, it will lead him back to his first love JESUS. God accepts U turns, no matter how far down the wide road a prodigal goes, God is always ready to take you back.
@Electronics4u is it in order for some very useless characters who do not post anything meaningful here and just lay in wait for others to post then they go personal, attacking people who rarely even post. I don’t agree with the man’s lifestyle but what does it have to do with the post. Please can you keep this group in check. Because even us we know insults very well. If you are allowing insults then allow everyone. Sio ati if you insult their mother they start coming to cry to you yet its them who begun.
This guy hardly ever posts, now that he has some damn fools who have very lousy childish and boring if any posts, wanamuinukia. I thought that the rules were clear. If they don’t apply Bas tell us we take off the gloves. Tuingie kwa kiwanja na matusi. First of all all Mendez Going Their Own Way are all on the Down Low. Especially the chairlady Kaswende/Karogi who is the father of all umama in the world. So it’s like a pot calling a kettle black. Let them stop projecting their closet issues on this poster.
Si mumechukua kila kitu nowadays. I saw a grown ass man watching Philipino soap mpaka anataka kulia. And it’s mostly people like you who complain about umama ndio huona the Bold and the Beautiful and even Indian ones like Ramayan. Then mukija kwa forum, ur like Umama umama yet jana u shed a tear coz of a soap opera. We know your type. Hata nyumba ineza chomeka coz ur so engrossed na soap opera. Bure sana.
luo - kikuyu relationships should be taken good care of …both parties come into such relationships with motives and it’s frowned upon by their societies … the only marriages that shockingly work well ni za kikuyu women and luhya men , i wonder why ?
Boss, take it easy. It’s never that serious. Remember not to take KTalk too seriously. I, personally, don’t waste my time and energy antagonizing unnecessarily with online people who don’t know me personally and who I also don’t know in person. It’s a much more peaceful existence. Try it!
WORD! We wish him well…
It’s always the mjulus. And hitting the threshold. Wonder no more. Here is the 30 year old story of Njeri and Bruce… Lol…
Why do Kikuyu women have a weakness for Luhya men?
Joan solves age-old mystery
Too many nice Kikuyu girls end up getting married to Luhya men, way too many.
If you don’t believe me just do your own research and get back to me. The fact is that we could debate for long hours as to what the real reasons for this are. So to cut a long story short and to put forward my point as to what the real reason for this is, I present today’s true story.
Njeri was a beautiful girl by any means and really yearned for marriage. You see she looked innocent enough but it was just as well people could never read her mind to know what was going on inside there most of the time. Were this possible, they would have been more than shocked. She just thought about sex all the time and finding the right man to cool down all the burning she felt inside. Somebody to quench the fires regularly.
But there was one thing that she knew already. That man would not be from the house of Mumbi. She had already had more than a few sexual experiences with a few boys in the village and frankly they left a lot to be desired. To avoid starting a tribal war of words in this good entertainment blog, let me just say they had no idea what they were doing and usually it would be over before it even began. You nice girls out there know exactly what I am talking about.
That is one of the reasons why Njeri was very excited when she finally got a chance to come to the city in the sun in search of employment. Deep in her heart she knew that her real mission was to find “the one.” But sadly everything started off on the wrong footing. She ended up staying with an auntie who treated her like a 6 year old. Any mere whiff of male company anywhere near her would send the woman into her tantrums threatening to send Njeri back to the village in Muranga where she had come from.
Obviously Njeri hated this, but was patient hoping that somehow her big break would come one day.
Meanwhile through a former schoolmate, she managed to get a temporary job at a construction site not far from the famous Ngara market. The job was pretty boring and involved keeping track of building materials at the site. Still it paid weekly and the money was good enough for her to take care of a few basics but not enough for her to move out of her strict aunty’s house to start life on her own, which would obviously make it much easier for her to meet the man of her dreams.
She was still searching but there was nothing of interest at the construction site. Njeri was very particular. Her men had to be good looking and clean. None of the men who always smelt of stale sweat at the construction site interested her.
However she always seemed to catch the supervisor staring at her. Frankly she could have thrown up. The man was way too big and reminded her of the movie King Kong. But what really put her off was his nose. It looked like somebody had pressed it on a frying pan shortly after he had been born. Njeri would laugh alone when she thought about it.
But the man never gave up chasing. Many times he would invite Njeri for a soda but she would politely decline. She was no fool. The man was the supervisor and could get her fired if he wanted to. But although she knew what the man really wanted, she was sure that she was not interested. She used her draconian-rules auntie to good effect and managed to keep the brute at bay.
However one day there was a matatu strike and everything changed. Usually as soon as it was 5, Njeri would head straight for the matatu stage. She did not want to offend her auntie because she did not know where else in Nairobi she could find a place to live if she did. At least not yet. So on this day when the matatus had gone on strike, Njeri panicked. What would she do? She was terrified of her auntie and she somehow needed to get home to Umoja as soon as possible (and it was not a walking distance from Ngara). She was standing there rather confused when the supervisor came out of the gate rattling the offfice keys in his hands.
Njeri did not like the smile on his face. If a lion was able to smile, it would be the sort of smile that would on it’s face after cornering some poor defenseless gazelle. But Njeri’s options were very limited indeed on this day. He quickly reassured her that he would get a taxi for her which would drop her at her door step inUmoja and he would pay for it. And then he suggested that they take a brief walk to a nearby hotel where the taxis were very cheap.
The supervisor whose name was Bruce reassured her and did his best to calm her down as they walked slowly towards the hotel. Surely her “evil” auntie would understand that the matatus had gone on strike, he repeatedly told her. After all it would be all over the news in the evening.
They reached the hotel and went straight to the taxi place. Bruce talked briefly to one of the taxi drivers although Njeri could not hear what they were saying. He came back and told her that the driver he was looking for who was his friend had gone to drop another client and would soon be back. He casually suggested that they wait inside the hotel.
Now Njeri had come from the village just the other day and she was still a bit slow in sensing a man’s trap. She swallowed the bait and followed Bruce inside the hotel. She did not even find anything strange in the fact that they passed the reception where there were several comfortable seats that they would have sat on and waited. And they went straight into the hotel bar. It was still early and it was not yet that crowded.
Bruce bought her some chips and a soda which she thoroughly enjoyed. You have to give it to the guy. He was very smooth and Njeri did not stand a chance. She only realized what was going on when she was already in one of the rooms in the hotel. But even then the guy kept on playing his game. With the key safely in his pocket, he told her that he was having a quick shower and then they would be on their way to get a taxi for her. This time she started having her doubts. She told him that she was going to scream of he tried to rape her.
Bruce had played this game for a long time and casually had his shower with the room key very close. He finished and came out of the bathroom with only a towel over his waste. Njeri was cowering at the door and decided that there was no way out of this one but to scream at the top of her voice.
Bruce casually walked up to where she was and before she could scream grabbed her and started kissing her. The man was strong and with her hands firmly in his grasp there was nothing she could do. But there was no denying the fact that it was strangely exciting being overpowered by him like that.
The man was big, everywhere and what followed was an experience that Njeri had been looking for all her life. This was no village boy looking for a selfish quickie. Before she knew what was happening she was thoroughly enjoying what was going on. It was a case of lust at first sex.
They did not leave the hotel room until 9 pm in the night. Njeri was not that terrified of her auntie now, something had changed forever. She had found what she had been looking for in the most unlikely place. Bruce got a taxi for her and she went to face the wrath of her auntie, who complained and said she had been worried sick but acknowledged that indeed there had been a matatu strike.
Bruce and Njeri have now been married for almost 25 years.
They have two children and the son has inherited the pancake nose but these days Njeri finds it rather cute.
I’ll now give you some homework to go and do. Find out from all the nice Kikuyu girls married to Luhyas how it happened. You will find that they fell in lust after an encounter between the sheets. There is no denying that Luhya men know how to treat women in bed and they cannot be resisted, even if they have pancake noses, once a poor kikuyu lady has ended up in their bed.
Msenge niaje wamama ndio your protection? Skuma imechunishwa to 100% emasculated
Yellow yellows are the end of yester years top gospel artists. I have papa fololo in mind
tombwa Malaya hii ya patipati, kuja na ile matusi yako nikutusi ulie, uwewahi Niona niki participate kwa Zile thread zako za ukuma? enda kanyonye baba yako mboro, syphilitic prostitute
Imagine umeniita umbwa na hio ndo itafanya uende hell.
Malaya imeisha Kuna kwanza ama bado ikona njoti za wanaume wengine
Hizooo zooote exponentially kwa mamako. Endelea. Have you ever ever ever seen me on your thread ever? Wewe ndio shoga wa mwisho na ni babako kakufunza kunyonya na kuuza nyuma. Fuck you. You ain’t shit. Bye bitch! Blocking your sorry ass.
Mimi sitakubebeleza juu ati uko na Kuma na imejaa maggots, ume dial wrong number,you will never know peace here, na unleash all my handles zideal na wewe, Kwenda kauze Kuma kule huwa unauzia
Poverty penis loses its luster faster than a car wash on a dusty road. The ladies I know who are married to the mighty in bed lunjez complain that their ambition ends at the daily ukari. And bed games. I am yet to meet a woman who is happy with the ambitions of the lunje husband. The wives on the other hand be making it rain. Anyway you cannot get everything in one man. If he’s ambitious what time does he have for sex? Just have to choose what you want more. The ambition and drive or the steamy plumbing.