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Next part is coming up. P.S you shouldnt laugh too soon, you could easily be in the storyYummyMummy wrote:How do you know I wasn't laughing at you?CigaalSHiiDaaDCFC wrote:Why are you laughing at hyper and his shubanYummyMummy wrote:
keep 'em coming duchess
Basra is a treasured relic of snet
Sorry-- I had to go do some motherly stuff. 
r u serious? looool That woman Miss Abgaale is dancing a voodoo Nickoo on the dance floor while a mysterious man was behind her, dancing low, grinding style. The picture was nauseous, even for my sophisticated eyes & temprament. I mean, I was dizzy and distraught with that raw, uninhibited Adoon dance that left me weak in the legs. 
I personally was disappointed as this was not so much of a shock, I had expected something worst. But given that it is her world-- I took into consideration it must have been a great shock for Hyper.
Basra- wrote:Miss Estranged was looking left and right as we exchanged words--looking lost like a fish in a big sea. After several minutes of torturous silence, Hyper returned BACK with thousands apologies for taking long. She blamed it on diarrhea.
"oh not a problem, Hyper. We understand. " I reassured her while smiling generously. After endless, meaningless conversation exchange with Cigaal and Miss Enstranged, I finally asked to be excused with Hyper--to go out for a fresh air. We walked out sweetly, me and Hyper, hand in hand like two adorable harmless lesbians. The moment we stepped out into the universe air, the feeling was profound. The air was fresh and ripe. There was an evening, fall breeze of chill, mixed with the setting of the sun. The moon was emerging softly, and delightfully, as we walked at the left side of the main entrance door.
"So Hyper--did u see Miss Estranged Nappy chunk of hair on her head? " I asked with bewilderment in my face. As I was talking, Hyper quickly glanced at the window which gave a direct snap shot of what was going on inside; Loud music was sounding, and Hyper had such a look of sheer amazement or disgust, I couldn't tell which was which. "Loook Basra!
"My God--- look at her futo----can such rhythm be even humanly possible? " I cried out as I had my perfectly manicured, red finger nails on my delicate small noble mouth. I was flabbergasted.
"Hyper---Who is that man dancing with Miss Estranged??I don't recognize him. " I asked as tears of disgust were tenuously summoned within me, fake or real. Hyper in her usual, silent, quite dignity wisdom, took one look of the mysterious man and gave her amazingly informational repertoire of the mysterious man. She adjusted her reading glasses, shook her head in familiar disappointment, and began her amazing flow of gossip wrap.
"Oh yes. I know him. He is a scoundrel. Same cloth of the Futurist, Sir Lugooye, gurey25,gegigoor, and Abdiwahab club. Pretentious, Marehaan offspring, I believe a relation of Baare, but not very sure. He is a professor Oromo Studies, and specializes in afro centric culture, yet ironically he is very Somali Nationalistic. "
"Really? How so--- I interrupted with unabated interest and zeal.
Hyper rolled her eyes, in sheer fatigue for talking too much, but generously continued to talk.
"Ironically, Nationalistic as in he loves everything Somali- yet, very immersed in adoon culture which is a contradiction for being authentically- S-o-m-a-l-I! -His hopes of one day All Somali uniting, and All Somali qabils eliminated....is.....
"Delusional"! I finished the sentence for Hyper and began to apologize immediately. HA HA HA HA I laughed at the foolish hope of this mysterious, Nicko loving Man.
"Continue please Hyper, I am sorry I interrupted." I pleaded with some sense of pathetic, desperate urgency.
" Anyway--it is tragic walaaal. You should hear him in dinner gathering conversation settings-- very passionate and animated individual. Loves the idea of One Somali Unity. Blames everything on the west. The brother has good intentions, and by the way, DONT mention qabil in his presence, even though, he is very coy at presenting his support for certain qabils. For example, he would praise Habar gidir xalimos for their nicko futos, and would send blood pressure in me, suspecting him to be a habar gidir, and secretly pretending to be Mj or Marehaan. Not that there is anything wrong with Habar gidirs. (Of course not I retorted and begged her to continue) . He would use very profane analogies that have something to do with Futo--- like " Butt-clapping's" which is unreligious and vastly crass.He is overall harmless, and passionate, I have nothing against the brother-except one thing he confessed on a slip of the tongue once, and I was absolutely taken aback. I recall including him in my prayers--that very night in my salat."
"HA HA HA HA HA OH my God-- Hyper-- I love the way you neatly describe people. Its vivid, and lively, can I use a bad word? Its Orgasmic! "
I whispered, in a kinda school girlish, giddy thrill, yet I couldn't stop wondering what had this mysterious man say?
"What was the slip of the tongue huuno"? I asked desperately.
Hyper looked bothered, and struggling in disclosing something big, I leaned over to make it easier and less labor for her. She looked left and right, and looked inside the window one more time, In a way that she will regret it, here on earth or in Aqeero. Fortunately, after seeing the man blissfully grinding himself on the willing Miss abgaaales futo-- Hyper found a moral courage to disclose.
" He once said-- growing up he would eat pizza with Qaansiir/pepperoni/pig. " Hyper whispered as she went into coughing frenzy, like she was going to throw up.
"How disgusting" I supported her, i motioned my eye brows for her to get hyped up, and continue!
"Yes. Very much so. And the most annoying thing is--when he was telling us this--he was nostalgically focusing not on the shame of eating pepperoni pizza, but on the somali kids WHO wanted to expose him. His tone was more indignation at them betraying him, rather than shame for the heinous act of pig consumption he was inadvertently disclosing. How revolting---I was totally knocked off."
Hyper shouted while saliva came flooding out of her pretty waddaad little sub-noble mouth.
" Calm down huuno. You are getting too agitated. " I gently nudged her.
"By the way--WHAT is his name? " I asked while starring through the window at the extremely short, chubby man---who was lost in Drakes song hotline bling---still--- low ride dancing behind Miss estranged Futo on the dancing floor.
Once again, Hyper looked left, and right, as if God was not present in our conversation, and whispered:
"SulemanHomie"
PanSomaliNationalist wrote:^ I enjoy niiko but I'm not marexan but mj lol
Why did u change your name Sule???? Did I assassinate your name?> 
