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April 20: Swing by Mater to see an unfortunate lass who broke her leg. (Suspiciously this occured just before dinner!)
April 21: Grace celebrates her birthday. I understand two cakes will be necessary to accomodate all the candles ;-) But we tight! We tight!
April 24: An invitation for dinner I'd be hard pressed to let slide ;-)
May 1: A Holiday of some sort!

INTELLIGENCE is not as common as you think!
Fun and games at a UNIVERSITY RIOT!
There are SOME DAYS...
A KUMI KIMI Guide for the novices. A MUST read!
A POEM for someone special!
DEAREST JOHN: John Doe's better half replies with energy to issues raised by her worse half!
DEAREST JANE: A man addresses issues such as crossing rivers for his beloved...
FAVOURITE MOVIES Some notable personalities share their favourite flicks
PRESS RELEASE FROM THE AFGHANISTANI BROADCASTING CORPORATION The proprietor of Afghanistan's first TV studio shares his visions
DEDICATIONS: Music is the language of the heart -- touching messages to loved and not so loved ones

Operating on the fine edge of life is what I can safely call my existence. Been quite a busy week all things considered and if I do say so myself it has not been too bad a week at all! No siree! Not at all indeed! How are you doing, by the way? I just thought I'd ask. I don't really want to know the answer but I shall ask anyway!!!

For those who are either over the seas and far away or locally available specimens of the more ignorant inclination there is this Trust Condom Advertisement on television where no doubt is left as to what 'drooling after an individual is'. It revolves around a railway station and a pair of fascinatingly idle girls who have nothing to do but drink bottled water in the terminus. A strapping young lad who mysteriously appears on the scene heads over to a tap, sheds his t-shirt and that garment hits the ground at about the same time as the jaws of these maidens. One of them is so moved by the --ah-- attributes of the gent that in a fit of emotion her bottle of water slips from her nerveless hands and cracks mightily on the station floor. The gent indubitably makes his bare chested way over and with a flourish stops the leaking water by the simple pretext of encasing the entire bottle with a condom.

Some dear lady was mystified at this and found it ludicrous that an African woman can lust after a man.

This comment I found equally and considerably more ludcirous, chiefly because is is the densest concentration of nonsense I have ever had the misfortune to hear. Ludicrous does not begin to cover it. The first question that beggars an answer is what else can an African woman lust after? -- Er -- let me rephrase that. What else can an normal African woman lust after? And the second and more pressing query is "SINCE WHEN DID THE VICE OF LUST BECOME THE EXCLUSIVE DOMAIN OF MEN?" This is game that takes two to tango and no amount of arguments will convince me otherwise. I have for years and years put a brave face as I have been lumped into the same category as my more -- ah -- adventurous brothers and tolerated all manner of tags, labels and cliches but enough is enough, damn it! I believe it would be easier to pass Africa through the eye of a needle than it would be to find five, only FIVE maidens who do not believe that every gent who endeavours to speak to them is also endeavouring to jump their bones! Just five maidens who do not suffer from what I understand is called the Kianda Syndrome. News flash: there are other things to think about like the World Cup, FA Cup, employment, elections, life in general, the economy, lung cancer, athletics and about a zillion othser things...! Where this notion that all gents are only after one thing came from I cannot begin to imagine! I do not doubt that there are some gentlemen who indeed have trouble determining whether their brains are above or below their solar plexus and to them I wish them a good kick in the pants for making life difficult for the rest of us. The point is I henceforth refuse to apologize for the situation of owning a baritone, visiting the facilities in an upright position and preferring rugby to shopping. I refuse to be paintbrushed as just another typical dude driven by hormones merely because my chromosomes are XX. No more, I say, NO MORE!

Irate or supportive opinions can be directed to <[email protected]> and I promise to post the better ones!

My Sri Lankan Pen Pal has a nasty habit of just lazing around on the beach all day. Now I see why his folks named him Relax Singh!

I have a constitutional right to give My own shout-outs to whoever I please!

Gathoni: Where have you got to girl?
Cherie: Still chilling....
Wanja: Where on earth have you gotten to then?
Bryan: I've read your mail and am giving it a thought.
Simiyu: I've read your mail and am also giving it some thought.
Eve: You're not that girl!
Jonah: You, sir, are a River Troll. And no doubt River Trolls all over will soon be complaining at the insult done to them.
Miss X: If you have the dimensions of a motor boat that spaghetti strap and the hipsters simply don't work for you!