“I am sorry sweet heart—is there something wrong? “ Basra asked as the girl turned around to look up at the tall 5’9 Basra who smiled, nervously as she was thinking & dreading in her head: Could she be a crack head & attack her? Damage her wonderful Valentino couture?Basra's kindness always puts her at risk. The girl smiled, after recognizing Basra & began to speak.
“Basra- do u ever feel that sometimes –things are better left unsaid.†Spoke Babygal in a soft voice.
“What is it dear—what was said?†asked Basra—desperately curious.
Babygal wiped off her tears, composed herself & replied.
“Aaaah in a moment of great trial & tribulation, I said something terrible to someone I love.â€Â
She busted into more tears. Basra—wanted to Bi!ch slap her to snap out of it! She didn’t gave a damn about baby’s feelings—all she wanted was to satisfy her own desperate curiousity.
“What did u say Nayaa????I mean--sweety--what did u say? Basra spoke, correcting her impatient tone.
Babygal—was sort of alert for while, looked at her in a weird way & sort of backed away two steps. She continued to speak…
“Aaaah Basra in a moment of anger—I yelled at lionheart—called him terrible names like – Fat Homosexual’ Qaniis! –and now I hear he is dead –from shooting himself’!
Basra stood there with a faint pleasurable smile, as if internally suffering from a tumor of extreme euphoria; Happiness beyond comparison,this intense quite piece came all over her & she held babygals hands as Baby wept profusely—thinking to herself—is that all? Basra shortly actually blurted out loud to the crying gal---
“Oh I am sorry Babygal-that is terrible indeed. Don’t cry—look at it this way—You have helped a lost soul find himself. He is in heaven now—playing chess with his love of life: Afdhere.He is probably thankign you now for --doing the 'job' for him.Mr & Mrs Afdhere are content now--living a white fenced home with a dog named Dhuso dhere!"
Babygal suddenly had a religious epiphany—Her face lit up—opened her large dark eyes & spoke
“Your're right Basra--- he is in heaven with his soul mates! Oh Basra I love you so much, what can I do without your help? “
Basra smiled & blurted out small no no no protestations, pretending to decline credits while displaying a look’ of pride & demand for more thankings.
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Basra moved along the party—feeling quite good about herself for her grand accomplishments. She had a sense of doing another good deed for someone else. She walks a few steps back wards & notices two—loud ghetto Farahs quarreling. One was chubby fat, round head & had unusual, unproportioned short arms. The other was a skinny, a ferocious long forehead protruding, closeted' sensitive man. They both engaged in viscious homo erotic word battles, the skinny one grabbing himself excessively, the more aggressive one' & the other-the more demurred chubby one—the softer one—spitting on the floor with disgust at the other. The fat one said “ Why u constantly after my ass? The skinny one replied- “I don’t want your cute, hot, bans.But if you push me—I will get it†The scared chubby soft one was Intellex of course & yes—u guessed right—Muktar is the other. Basra avoided them completely- she was smart enough NOT to extend her benevolence on them two!
Part of Basra's plan was to run away from the two weirdos, by sneaking into the ladies room for a little beauty make-up time.Yellow-toned foundation,bronzer black eyeliner, & an orange blush seemed to completely relax her from the trauma she just avoided.After finishing her thing,she stood there in front of the mirror for a last look at herself, she turned around to stare at her firm cute behind, ran her hand through the wavy rich super dark curly hair & practiced her fake smiles'! As she was doing self admiring--a flash was heard, a strange woman stepped out of the stall & stood beside her--applying some lipstick.This woman was the tallest thing Basra has ever seen.She was 6'3 tall, giant like u can never imagine;had long thin nose, strong cheek bone, large masculine eyes & horrific fat lips that made the lipstick chalk look like a tiny match stick.Basra was horrified.She was also curious as to want to know who was she? So as usual she applied her clever wits!
"Hi-- My name is Basra--How do you do?" She asked smiling & extending her hand.
The strange woman--glanced at her, scanned Basra from head to toe, & then turned away to the mirror-arrogantly-& continued to apply her lip stick.She bit her large horrific lips together to complete her application, & walked out of the room-completely ignoring the stunned Basra! As she walked, Basra also observed the woman's hairy long legs slightly visible from her white summer dress.Something was not normal!
Later Basra was mingling among the people, deeply in a conversation with Kamal35--the handsome Spanish Senor.They were laughing & talking loud-exhanging the mutual curiousity to meet the groom & the mysterious bride.While everybody was in their own unique situations.Basra began to observe the people in the room while Kamal kept on talking to her--his voice slowly disappearing into the oblivion of her busy observing mind & eyes.She could see Xyaad at far distant--smoking those arabic inhalers--her eyes dazzled--her fatty body shaking with ecstatic vigor!Amatalah --a nice crack head girl who wears a burkah to hide her drug lifestyle-- was running away from a bald, old creepy man who was yelling-- Amat-- I want you-- i want to make love to you". Basra shook her head in pity--the old man was Galol. She walked passed the running love birds & stumbled upon two idetical gentlemen who appeared engrossed in deep busy nothing conversation.One gentleman was tallk & skinny, a little good lookign with his curly hair but had a long shiney forehead that ruined any chances of being considered -Good looking'!This man was Boo--the other shorter, a little heavy but more like medium in weight wise was no one else other than Wiseman.
Yes....I Presume--it is true. " Spoke Boo
Wise man just noded his head.Basra noticed Boo said the word-- "Presume like 17 times just in the duration she was in the vicinity!She walked away---having the word--'Presume' ring in her head!
Basra looked through the window impatiently looking out for the Bride & groom's arrival.All she could see was -Michael--in a nigger cadilac car--the vehicle jumping up & down--in a ferocious rap music noise--a uniformed driver stepped out of the driver seat, placing a seating stool for a dwarf Michael--to step out & stand on it so that he may wave at people who were collected around to cheer!
Abdiwahab & TZ two handsome Ogaden stood there with a very pretty mellow down Ogaden beauty-Maria of Westside--both men were competing over her attention.Each man held a long Bamboo stick--as a present & an inducement for maria to pick who will be her husband.Maria was to pick which stick would be the best for her whipping; apparently a must have Ogaden tradional wedding ornament! Maria excitingly chose Abdi--for his extra thinkness Bamboo stick. She was delighted to get married soon & be beaten to faintness.Her happiness was complete.
Mowhawk--a demure--adorable tall Australian was some what depressed & bored since there is nothing really to do in Australia for one to occupy themselves--other than--the hunt for Kangaroos of course.He stood there looking a little drunk & concerned about something.Qansa another lonely dude, a reer baadiye by definition, seemed intrigued by Mowhawks depressive self reflective moods.Or was it his passive state of being?I guess their vibes connected & he approached Mo --& they both eyed' each other & promised to be best friends.But occasionally, Qansa's celullar phone would ring--& he would proudly let it ring for a while to show off-- & then speak to his wife--in Baidabo--who is intructed to call him at an interval of every 5 minutes.His wife was Iyada.
Samatr & sexy Kitten were rocking the floor dancing like there is no tomorrow.Kitten as fat as she was--was amazingly flexible.She was jumping up & down--making flip flops that made Samatr the poor skinny intellectual wanna be farah--feel like obese & imobile.Evreyone was looking in amazement. Kitten was sweating profusely.Surria was on the floor writing a letter on her farewell post to the forumers.Her reasons was she-did not have time for beauty time.Also Hannah had stalked her relentlessly.Speaking Of Hannah--amazing the skinny' lol, talk Hannah was animated & alive like--talking to utlra ego--Screw--about this spectacular show called--the Prison.She was raving about her Hot the actor was & how many times she dreamt of him.Then after she paused from talking her utlra ego character would step out & be cool' & --say things like-- "un-Fu***ing believable'!
Globe & Cawar were deepely french kissing.
A tall, skinny oromo looking man who keeps on insisting he was a Somali'-- appeared & introduced himself." Hi--I like fufu food & please welcome me.My name is Fuuda"
Everybody joined in the dancing floor to dance, Kamal held Basra by the arm & together they walked to the floor. As they walked to the dancing floor--Basra again heard Boo's conversation as she looked at him & politely flashed a smile. She heard him say to Wiseman of course-
"Indeed-- i presume"
She totally tried to ignore that ringing word again & promised herself to have a talk with him later & forbid him using that word ever!!Meanwhile the heroine danced swiflty & gently with her hero'; both looked into each others eyes until suddenly diveted her eyes away on a more shocking scene . She spoted the tall, giant-hairy legged mysterious woman from the bathroom!
"Kamal-- Look! Look! Who is that woman?? " Asked the almost traumatized Basra.
He glanced at the direction of her eyes, & was puzzled himself.
"I dont know really.I dont care either-- Yikes--she looks --gross!" Said Kamal as he looked.
"Yes she does-- thats why i want to know.Never seen such a sight in my life'!
Whispered as she was looking too-- & dancing at the same time!
The mysterious woman was dancing with Luggooyo!!!!--This was so bizarre thought the beautiful heroine!! Luggooyo & the mysterious hairy legged woman were both engaging in a deep aaf somali conversation.Lug looked exceptionally untidy, not as his usual & had gained a belly. Also he had grown a moustache--a most shocking development.Could it be possible that- that was his soon to be bride?" That would explain the need for luggooyo to suddenly' insist on appearing 'manly-niish' -with his new' look'! She thought to herself as she danced next to them--desperately ease dropping on their conversation---& asking herself -what was her qabil? Who was she ??? Although she could make nothing out of what they were whispering to each other about; they were using the Old' somali language-- a disability for otherwise multi-linguistic Basra.
AWww Guur---Here comes the Bride & Groom--yelled Luggooyo! Qudhax arrived hand in hand with his fantastically UGLY bride.She had long rabbit teeth that protruded out like tomorrow was going to be Yomul qiyaama! Her eyes glaring out--red--skinny boney body.She held roses one arm & on the other held her boo's arm.Qudhac was dressed in macawiis & a hawaiian Tshirt.
On looking carefully--- Basra observed the bride was none other than the self claimed 'Quruxley"!!
"Kamal are you sure ---Quru is Ogaden? They are usually pretty people." Asked Basra in a shocked expression of face & voice tone.
Kamal politely shook his head to say-No she is not! He was stunned himself.Boo having ease dropped on them---spoke loudly to them--
" I presume she is someone new'
Both Kamal & Basra gave each other a look & errupted in laughter!
The Bride & groom passed by Basra--& she whispered to them...
"WAXA AANU HAMBALYO IYO BOGAADIN HAWADA U SOO MARINAYNAA
QUDHAC MAYGAAG IYO Quru OO AQAL GALKOODU KA DHACAY ...''
Qudhac stood there & retorted sharply....
"JAZAAKA ALLAAH KHAYRAN - Qudhac KU WASTAY!
Basra of course fainted upon this remark. They all casually passed by her to their aqal'!
Kamal --kindly cared to her Majesty--Basra was seated on a soft English lobby sofa--she gained consciousness & was wiping her forehead with Kamal's initialed Hankerchief.Luggoyo came to offer his apologies & Basra thought to take that opportunity & ask who was the mysterious hairy legged gianted woman he was dancing with!
Luggooyo smiled , glanced at his back to look at the mysterious woman & mischievously delivered one of the most Egregious line he ever did!
and then look down on Basra as he said.....
"Oh that lovely wonderful beautiful woman? Oh that--- is....Kambuli!!!
Of course--Basra-- in a fit of faint--fainted again!!!!
