She was confined in her room, impatiently awaiting the guest to leave so she may hurry to go meet her secret lover. The guest was a prominent distinguished man of wealth and statue, he was to be bethrowed to her lovely person. Her family does not know that there is a secret lover that she keeps and plans to run away to the south of France with him. Finally, by the grace of God, the annoying guest left and Basra quickly grabbed her coat and dashed out of the door. To her prodigious dismay--not five steps ahead, there on the corner of Queen street---stood the guest-- Odeey Cilmiile--with a walking cane, ruefully eye-ing the bewildered heroine Basra. To her astonishment--- He leaped towards her, grabbed her, slapped her and kissed her with violent aurgor and olga that, the poor gentle soul thought nothing more eventful was appropriate than to faint. But her fainting last a number of seconds ---where she collected herself upon smelling his cheap cologne on herself as he held her close, preventing her from falling down the ground, in her momentary imaginery fainting episode. Upon, recollecting--she slapped him good and yelled:
" Why did you do that? How dare you kiss me without my permission? Who do you think i am? Qora qoor dheer? Nabeela futo madhoowe? Helwa---uudgoon? Kambuli Majeertania? How dare you violent me?
"I am sorry---Dear Basra--- i couldnt help it. Your beauty and angelic person, moved me to be more violent than my nature predicted. Forgive me my sweet heart. If there is any consolation-- i can make it up to u by confessing my qabil. Would u like to know my qabil?
With small hesitatition-- the heroine beauty and resident gossiper of the village gladfully shook her head to agree and await with great interest as to what qabil he will say. He lean down his great massive head to her gentle small ears and whispered:
"Dear Basra----i am a noble Majeertania"
In which Basra jumped on him and locked into an ever-lasting pro-longed kiss.
Story B
"Why is she always NOT around when i pay a visit"? Asked the distinguished old man seated in the livingroom of the Elmi household. Mr Elmi---the father of the heroine of this great love story--- was as usual very servile and sycophant, all ready to please his inaa adeer, who is rich and who is prepared to pay millions to wed his only, beloved daughter. Meanwhile, Basra decided she could not wait anymore for the guest to leave, therefore-- she decided to jump out the window, as graceful as her lucious, round booty of aristocratic emblem could allow. Boom! Buuuum! Buuum! Her booty hit the ground as she dust of the mud off her buttocks and proceeded to walk west to go meet her secret lover at the train station. To her great dismay--the Old Man---was leaving at the same time as she just hit the ground of her bedroom window. He immediately saw her and leaped towards with great aggitation.
"Woman! What is wrong with you? Why are you avoiding me? Am i that beastly as to deserve this treatment? "
Basra-- eye-ing the ground with great shame of wasting her energy politely shook her head to mark reluctance to talk.
"Talk to me woman! Why dont you want me for a husband"??? Odeey Cilmiile cried with violent temper.
" Ok, ok --- I beg your pardon good sir. Forgive me for not being truthful, but i cannot marry you because-- because --- there is rumors that you are of Somali Bantu lineage. Is there truth to that?"
Odeeey Cilmiile ---was somewhat relieved than shocked. Basra was surprised as to his cool silent reaction. "Well, Mr. Cilmiile will you deny you are of a grotesque Bantu lineage?"
Odeey Cilmiile slowly--wiped his forehead and answered" I must confess that i was pleasantly surprised. I thought you were going to say-- you refused me due to my small ....gu.s rather my Bantu heritage. Yes, ma'am i am proudly --son of a bantu rresident of Kismyaayo. I am very very proud indeeed"
The gentle Basra---as predicted ---fainted with the thought of an oxy-moron before her. An adoon with a small abdi--was a very very cruel development of nature"
Which story is good? Help me please !
