A friend and I were having a talk.

It’s a certain rule in life that if you have a community with both men and women and give them enough time ,romance will blossom.
It’s an accepted fact in Universities. In our day to day life. And also, as I have come to realize lately, in Blogsville.
I’m probably a bit naïve. When I started blogging I had midst my expectations, an outlet for my depression. A site for laughing at my day’s silliness. A spot wherein I could read about other peoples daily life. Their nuances and highs. I went to blogsville for hope. Romance was not on the list.
In retrospect I should have seen it coming. What better avenue for the sprouting of Romance can one hope to find than one where a persons innermost thoughts and fears are shared.
Romance must occur.
And it did.
Not to me. Not yet.
Smile.

It happened to two people who have become very good friends of mine.
Fellow bloggers.
The male I shall call Banjo. and the female I shall call Badjer.
Are we ready?
Here’s the story.

Banjo met Badjer over our lovely network called blogspot. It started slow. Each read the others posts and left comments for the other. After a couple of post they came to realize that they shared more than a liking for the site. They shared a similarity in ideas, values and tastes. A couple more days and one of them mustered the courage to take the relationship out of the land of animosity into that of email addresses,numbers and voices. Phone numbers where exchanges. Calls where made. And Cupid sat back and patted himself well done for another good days work.

I watched happy as the relationship took off. They spent days calling each other. I would go visit Banjo in his apartment and meet him on the phone. I’d seat next to him and watch all three installments of the Lord of the Ring trilogy. After the final scene I would turn to look at him and there he would be. Still smiling and chatting happily at Badjer.
It was love.
Trust me.

For two weeks I watched enviously as their love grew. It got annoying when Banjo wouldn’t stop talking about her.
Badjer just called.
Do you think Badjer would like me to wear this shirt?
I’m wondering what Badjer is doing right now?
Is it wrong for me to call her back? I just spoke to her 5 minutes ago?
The lingo of a man smittened with a female.

It was lovely.
And I think I ruined it.

You see eventually I got to chat with Badjer. I was Banjo’s good friend. We were both bloggers. The odds of me talking to Badjer where high.
So we got talking. She was a lovely lady. I could see why Banjo was as smitten with her as he was. She was so graceful on the phone. She had a lovely voice. Her words painted visions of heaven and roses and chocolates and Playstation 3.
It was promise of heaven.
Banjo was a lucky guy.
And I think I ruined it.

You see, I gave her my facebook address. Nothing to it. Just an innocent act of friendship. It changed everything. Thanks to the genius developers of Spacebook she was able to visit the page of Banjo. She went there and flipped.
Thing is Banjo is a very social person. Very. He had over 120 friends. Not bad.. The Dali lama has 130. Anyways… the catch was 118 of them where female.
I suppose given the nature of their meeting she thought that maybe she was just one of the many girls that he was spouting words of love too.
She was in doubt she was worried. So she did what she thought was best.
She called him and asked for his password.
Password to his email and Spacebook accounts.

Banjo was confused. He had no idea why she wanted his passwords. He was also wary. Why did she want his passwords? He decided to meet her half way. He gave her his face book password but firmly refused to divulge his e-mail.


They had a big fight over it.
She yelled about him not trusting her.
He yelled about her not trusting him.
Cupid was somewhere in Iraq during all this.
Anyway, as is bound to happen, things where said out in anger and all of a sudden the perfect relationship seems at an early end.
And it’s my entire fault.

See. I feel guilty, if I hadn’t given her my face book address she wouldn’t have gone to his page. If she hadn’t visited his page she wouldn’t have seen things that would have fanned the flames of her doubts.
If she hadn’t doubted him then they wouldn’t have had the fight.
Sigh.
I’m guilty. Guilty. Guilty.
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What shouild i tell him? Is he really guilty?
Morally right?

A STORY ABOUT SOMETHING

This is for everyone that’s curious about a line from my last post (10 things I ………)

As a much younger Toochi, I had a lot of admirers. Mainly older women. I’m referring to when I was 10years of age. I really never figured it out but that’s the way it was (and still is).

A certain girl (back then) was curious about how I lived my life and developed a rather intense (sexual) interest in me. What did I know back then? I hadn’t even seen any porn movie so it was rather strange. All I was used to was playing “daddy and mommy”. I loved that though it took some getting used to.

Between my sister and I, there’s an age gap of 5years. The girl in question is 2 years or 3 older than my sister. That’s about 8years older than me. I was her younger brother’s friend. We went to the same primary school (Fountain). I’m guessing I made her eager to see me naked :). Anyways, we always had a good conversation each time we met. (Surprised? Some 10year olds are smart).

After school, her brother had extra lessons till about 5pm. One day, she asked that I come after school. Naïve as I was, I did. Got to hers and I got a really warm and long hug ( I smiled). We talked for a few minutes and then she brought out a sheet of paper. It had 5 things listed (peck, kiss, deep kiss, oral sex, sex). Her words to me were “don’t be alarmed. I love you very much”. That seemed to calm me but I was still a little confused. We went through the list 2 per day. On the day we deep kissed, oral sex came with it.

This was the first naked chick I had seen. She had FULL breasts and a butt to complement it. For some reason unknown to me (back then), I started having an erection :). (I’ve always had a full dick. That made her happy). When we deep kissed, I was loosing my mind. All that went through my head was “eeeew! Why the hell is she spitting in my mouth?” :). I adjusted though…. Because I liked when my tongue was tickled by hers and when she sucked my lips and all that (by the way, I’m REALLY ticklish.). I wasn’t done with getting used to that before she dropped the BOMB on me. She said “I want you to eat my pussy” (I felt that was a really cool word for it). So I started…..licking, sucking, nibbling 9 it tasted salty but I was cool with it) until she started moaning, breathing hard then shaking (in order). I was so fucking scared. Thought she was convulsing so I jumped up and started running to the door (butt naked, clothes in my hands). (Don’t laugh!) : )

She came after me but was laughing….i thought she was insane for spooking me that way (little did I know it was only normal). She got me to sit then she pulled my pants off. She sucked me good (now that I think about it) :). We would have done the fifth on the list but for the knock at the door. It was her kid brother. My friend. Anyways, I was eager to go back for more the next day. We went through all she had tutored me on the previous day. NOW! The finale. I was already hard and then she slid my duda in and she moaned. I thought to myself “where did it go?” :). I experienced a nice, warm, moist then wet feeling in there. I loved it! She went through the same shaking breathing hard moaning phase as the day before. Only this time she grabbed me (I was scared) but this was so I wouldn’t run and leave her hanging :). She whispered in my ears “go faster and harder”. I thought I was going to die (of suffocation and fear). She loosened her grip after a minute or so.

Don’t ask me about my orgasm because that came 2years after and I thought it was the most painful thing. I thought my dick was going to blow to smithereens! Instead, something else exploded from it :).

My words afterwards? “SUPER COOL!” :)

You might be wondering what happened after 94’. Well, we moved to a far away place. I must tell you though. I enjoyed EVERYTHING!

That’s how I lost my virginity at age 10. This should be the heading. Anyways.

10 THINGS I FIND WEIRDEST ABOUT ME

Hi everyone..it’s ben a while I posted anything. While I was away, I came across a certain “lady” and she suggested this topic may be a good come back one. I’m yet to agree:)

Nonetheless, I’m still undecided as to whether or not I’ll post this when I’m done.

As you may already be able to tell that I find it difficult to make up my mind and so says some “soul” about Librans.

I lost my virginity when I was 10 ;) (that explains a great deal no? to me though.)

Almost anytime I think of dating, right there in the back of my head, I’m thinking “tie the knot?”

I’ve dated 3 girls ……… (not concurrently:) )

I watch porn….it doesn’t end there. I’ve developed a photographic memory for a purpose (I’ll leave you guessing now)

I’m in the habit of keeping biscuit or sweet wrappers in my pocket (this is just so I do not litter….but I forget to drop any of the wrappers when come across a bin so I end up taking them home with me:) )

I trim my eyebrows (when I feel the need….this is just about ever so often :) )

I cut my hair every three days (I’m hairy all over….but it’s moderate in the places I consider private…and that’s because I make it moderate. By shaving too)

Lately I’ve been having breakfast….and then brushing my teeth afterwards? (uhm…still wanna kiss?:) )

Finally!! I’m big on masturbation (this is a complement of one of the lines above :) )

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Now I honestly do hope you have found this interesting…. Because I posted this for the last reason in particular :)

How weird is that?

A Girl and 2 Guys

Once upon s time in different parts of the country, there lived diverse people. No relation at all. Never thought they’d meet. But as “Destiny” would have it.

My story begins!

Girl.

Name: Aa

Age: Of age.

Location: I’d be dead f I told you.

This girl Aa, lovely person, vibrant, fun filled, outgoing, has loads of issues. Overall, a great person and Ti’s best friend.

Aa had lived in Mo (now that the location’s been disclosed, I’ll be looking over my shoulderJ) for a while now. Vibrant as she was (is) her presence commands friendly conversation….the years went by and Aa grew older (duh obviously). Anyways….a lot had gone on in her life. I’ll give all the events a miss just so I get to the part I consider interesting PRONTO! .....and the year 2020 came and o she met Ti

Guy #1.

Name: Ti

Age: J

Location: same same,

Ti, some kind hearted chap. Fun loving, reserved, funny, reserved, overly shy at first, has his issues, everyone’s friend, funny (when he chooses to be). Overall, a lover man

Ti….young and avid….resided in Mo half his life. Not very outgoing this chap. Fun but overly shy at first. Had (has) a lot from the ladies as always. He was (is) the sort. Friends thought (think) of him as the ladies man. Not so (he thinks to himself).though he’s love to be I n the company of the opposite sex. Life was (is) good for Ti…..year 2020 comes and he meets…..

Guy #2

Name: Oe

Age: ??

Location: MEND

Oe, sarcastic chump, fun loving, reserved, funny, shy sometimes. Overall, a good person and Ti’s buddy.

Oe….well, I know absolutely nothing about his life earlier than 2024.

And so it begins…………..

Aa and Ti met through a common friend…just as with the other girls he’d met, it was easy for him to relate. Aa admired (admires) quite some about Ti….the years went on and they end upi as best buddies. Anyone that saw em together always thought “they are dating….if not, should be…or must have had something”. Whenever the issue came, it was laughed off by either of em. They were (are) great friends, loved(love) each other and nothing could(can) change.

2024 came…this was when Ti decided he had to get a degree….after due process, he ends up in the F University of blah blah J. This is where he meets Oe. They became friends by introduction. And man! Was Ti grateful he met a friend such as he in the “Dead Zone” uni.

As the session went by, Ti talked a lot about his best buddy………..the session comes to an end and Ti suggests Oe should visit Mo to meet his folks and friend………..and then Oe and Ti go on with the plan and both end up in Mo. He enjoyed his stay. Naturally!! He had met Aa she liked Ti’s friend.

2 sessions and a half go by and it’s time for Ti to be an intern. Prior to this moment, Ti had pleaded with Aa to come spend some time with him in uni. To no avail. Anyways, it’s time for his internship so there’s a little holiday before it. Oe comes and again….it was fun!! So much so that Aa finally agreed to spend sometime in their uni. Time comes for Oe to return for his last semester. Aa asked Ti to come……..she was turned down.

She went….on her own. By now, she and Oe are PROPER friends. They had a ball…. So much Ti would consider it EROTISM. Yes they did…. Sex!

Aa tried keeping it from Ti..but when it did come out…..she said “I’ll be going back to get smashed up again”. Lol

(kind of the end)

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Anyone leaving comments should try to think up and appropriate end for the story and how 3 of em should feel.

p.s

names, time, location and I think a little more

have been altered to suit me. True story though!

Being Single

Being single has got its perks.
Make no mistake about it.
But it’s such a long way from dating. It’s almost as if it’s a
different life.
I’ve dated a couple of times my ridiculous life. Most of them
were fun. And yet after the last spell of love I decided that I
would go solo for a while. Try living life on my own. Hanging out
with guys. Catch up on all those things I missed when I was goo-
goo eyed for some female.
I’ll be honest with you, the days seemed different.
Take Saturday for instance.
Whereas in the past I would wake on a Saturday morning planning on
spending the most of it with my girlfriend. Gisting about the woes
of the week. And cuddling up with her to watch movie after movie.
I now spend the entire day arguing with friends about who the
likely winner of the premiership match(less likely...the more
likely would be a computer game), scheduled to be played later in
the day, will be.
Instead of making faces at my girlfriend during the day, nibbling
her ear lobe and playing who is the best kisser, while we debate
if we should get up and cook a meal or just snack it for lunch , I
spend my afternoons drinking beer or coke and watching the match
with my friends. Drabbed in the colors of my club and yelling
every single insult that pops into my head at fans of the opposing
team.
After the match I spend the rest of the evening celebrating with
my teammates if a win is the outcome or defending the choices of
my coach and goal keeper when a loss is announced. Beer or coke
never leaves the table. We keep drinking and drinking. Caution
thrown to the wind after the third bottle..
Now if I was dating I would have been looking eagerly towards the
evening. When I would be free to go deeper into the cuddle and
kisses that i had shared with my girlfriend. Free to go crazy and
kiss her in all the secret places of her body. If a tub of ice-
cream was in the fridge I’d be assured a really really good night
with her ( Images. Images. Stay away!!). We wouldn’t get much
sleep though that’s for sure. Not if I had a say about it.
If she happened to wear the sexy red nightdress that accentuated
her curves and hugged the swell of her derriere …well then….there’d
definitely be no sleep for either of us. I’m an African with
African appetites.

Without a girl to end the night with though, Saturday night can
end in different ways . I can either admit my lack of sobriety
and go home. Or carry my Dutch courage to the night club with
single friends. Male and female. There we’ll dance the night away
laughing at each other and having as much fun as we can.
True there are no orgasms but the night is always a lot of fun.
With friends beside me we dance until dawn breaks. Not a care in
the world beyond what the next song is going to be.
Sundays are the puzzle. The same thing happens to me. Whether I’m
dating or not.
I lie in bed with a headache and my body worn out.

True Feelings

Hello everyone,
Ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome.
Gather round and let’s dive straight into today’s gist.
What’s the gist?
Why…We’re talking big heads today.

I’ve always wondered how life must feel for people blessed with

this particular feature. over the years I have formed some sort of

expectancy list.
A guy with a big head would have, I suspect:
A really large Cap,
A lot more hair (duh)
A big headed girl would probably need a lot of lipstick
A particularly large neck…
All these are guesses mind you.
What I never suspected would be a feature was callousness and

plain out rudeness.

So I got a message from one of them a week ago.
Some guy named big head. I don’t know who he is or why he is

online but he must be pretty important. I asked wikipedia and

turned up a blank. No matter there’s always good old intuition.
I’m not sure for certain but I think he happens to be the head

(ignore the pun.) of the Big head organization
Which means he’s either got an extremely formidable appendage

attached to his neck or he just bribed his way to the job.
His position definitely wasn’t as a result of tack.
No siree.

The world is full of people. Very often you get to meet the kind

that annoys us the most. The kind that believe they know it all.

They’ve seen it all, they’ve heard every single sob story there

is. Never mind if they’re just in their mid twenties.
World suffering?
Ptah. Forget about it.
Doesn’t exist.
Ladies and gentlemen I give you Big head.

In a lot of ways I suppose I’m helping him. Drawing notice to this

most annoying of individuals is probably what he wanted in the

first place. I can relate to that. If I was a guy, with a big

head, I’d be dying for attention as well.
Hey look at me…
Can your head do this?

But the reason why I am drawing attention to him is not to aid him

in his narcissism bid. But to help him. I think anyone who makes

fun of people in suffering is either truly evil or terribly sick.

Ever the optimist I’m voting the latter.
We’ve got a situation people. Let’s handle it.

I don’t know who you are big head or why my issue seems like the

cries of spoilt brat. I’d like to see you go through an entire

year of non stop pain. There’s a reason why people go crazy during

torture.
Quick tip. It’s not because of the ice cream.

I see his defense argument already. He wasn’t trying to insult me

but snap me out of my misery. I suppose the illogicality of

snapping someone out of being in pain never occurred to his royal

highness.
Hello! You’re in constant pain. Snap out of it. There we go….
It’s a funny thing .. I didn’t

beg for an audience. It was my blog.
My inner Sanctus sanctum.
And then big head came calling.
And incredibly ..in a virtual world free of the laws of physics,
I got hurt.
Again.

I ran from the pain in my leg in the real world and encountered a

pain in my butt in another,.

There are different people in the world; we have the big heads

.The ones who are up in everybody’s biz. Who know it all. Who have

seen it all. The ones we secretly pity.
The ones who never really get it.
And then there are others like me.
Who boast of a bigger part.
Big hearts.
We see. We hear. we forgive.
And yes we pity.

Quit trying to be a smart ass Big head. Cynicism and sarcasm only

works for so long.
I suppose you’ve used them as a sort of defense mechanism to stem

of jokes about your …er…head. When exactly defense turned to

attack we’ll never know.
Have fun with your hobby.
By all means log unto www.somalianchildren.com.
You’ll find starving children who are desperately in need of your

illuminating view of life and suffering.

Till then we’ll be waiting. Feel free to drop in at any time.
We’ll be reading your story.

The first page has been fun,
Once upon a time there was a boy named Big head,
I cant wait to read the last.
Did he live happily ever after?

4

Hello everyone,
It’s a beautiful day.
It’s been raining outside for the last 13 hours which means most people are stuck indoors. What this most insignificant of fact means is during the last 13 hours I have had more phone calls from people than I have had in as many days.
No …
J-lo is yet to call.

Being sickled cell is hard enough. You’ve got red blood cells itching to tear around in your veins at over a 100 miles an hour. Problem is your veins are designed to handle speed limits of 15miles. So what happens?
Anyone?
You get traffic jams.
And lots of accidents.
When your veins get blocked I don’t care who you are, you’ve got two things left to do.
Cry and cry,
Hurts like hell.
And then some more.

But fortunately today is not one of those days. I’m not in pain. Veins are in good shape. Most of the annoying red blood cells are behaving. It’s a lovely day.

I’ve got a leg ulcer.
It’s as a result of all those high-speed chases and accidents. It’s an annoying large sore sited slightly above my ankle. It’s been there for the last 4 years. I’ve been through so many therapies that I’m all but set to hack the thing off. It’s probably a very very bad idea.
But it happens to be the only idea that I haven’t tried yet.
I’m getting a bit desperate.

Till I go cowboy and do it, I’m hoping eventually I’ll get a treatment tha'll actually work.
If anyone knows of any good therapy i'd be more than happy to hear it.
Most of the time I have the sore wrapped up in plaster so it doesn’t get worse.
And yes. It hurts just as bad.

Silver lining?
Right.
Does anyone know Shakira?

SO here I am typing . Looking fondly at a picture of my friends and I. There are five of us. We’ve all got crazy looks on our faces as we yelled at the camera.
It was at a birthday party. Everything was perfect. Everyone was laughing. My leg was in order. No pain.
A moment of perfection frozen in a picture..
I wish my life was always like that.
But it never really is.
Probably never will.

It’s like some really wise guy said.
Life would be so much easier , if life was easy......