[Beenie_gal]

>funny shiet,only that I never used to write letters to
>girls(mdomo ni ya nini?)Actually when I was in seco I wrote
>only 1 letter to this lass who used to rock my world.

imagine i woz also like dat......i just used 2 go straight up 2 dere' face and say "nimekunoki"
i dont know how it feels like 2 be rejected, bcoz i have neva experienced and so i guess dat iz wot build up my confidence!!!
but...i just wrote 1 letter 2 this jamaa who woz blowing ma head of...and i guess he neva even read the letter bcoz i sent ma bro 2 gve it 2 him.
(in ma hizzie no-one listens 2 wot any1 sez, even when u pay them)& i just knew dat ma bro threw it away!!!!
but he asked me out the next day!!!

[gorgy]

Hahahaha......very funny!
but you forget this..........'for your eyes only sweetie.'

[catskill85]

>Hahahaha......very funny!
> but you forget this..........'for your eyes only sweetie.'
Nuff said!!
What do u mean for your eyes. In Boys' schools, we used to exchange letters so that you can copy the "da bomb" lines. You had to collect line 20 sentences from 5 Different letters.

Wait till both of ya'all niggas write the same sh**t to the same gal.

[sweet_t]

looooooool, classic....I definately remember the intense feelings that accompanied those letters. Yaani your heart would be pounding and palms sweating as you opened that letter. Then you would memorize the words as you read them, so you can recount them to your girls!!. I recall the first dude I ever danced with, after the dance, I asked him to marry me!! Glad he suggested we wait!!

[shayvonne]

lol... when was this ..in the 90's!!!

[Beenie_gal]

>lol... when was this ..in the 90's!!!

I think these goes all the way from our fo-fathaz.....and i bet even now it is still going on!!!!


*once u go black u never go back!!*

[wanyex53]

aki this is jus crazy but maybe its coz i din get to write them at all coz i was in a day school, but i jua guys used to get letters kwanza after ma visitin, haa haa that jamaa could`nt shikika juu ya furaha, then when replyn mpaka songs of songs was used to chorea a chic and kinda show her(those days) how nasty u can get!
I read this article on my mail, the pictures jooo!!!! are jus too much, had to laugh, hiiiiooo diiooooo kaaaazzzi............ yaaa wattoooooottoo waaaa chureee!!!!!

[African teacher]

Hehehehe, this is kali...the jamaa is funny sana

Reminds me of ZOOM IT TO......or BOMBASTICATE IT TO.......


hehehehehehehehhe

[Jibril Cessay]

Those were the days of youthful discovery. Check this out:

http://www.mashada.com/forums/index....ng_type=search

http://www.mashada.com/forums/index....ng_type=search

[shayvonne]

loolllll..some funny shyt i found in those links!!!

"Sealed with a kiss, coz a lick, won't stick."

Talk about lyrics!




hahaha.. there are some really unlucky and aged souls in mashada...but for the fun of it, here it goes:

1. you are the only bubble in my sprite.

2. you are the only spot on my chapati.

3. you are the only hole in my socks.
...the the power of the nyap is unmatched in the creative minds that it unleashes.
To my dearest, sweetest, fondest, fantastic, extra-ordinary, paragon of

beauty a.k.a. Rosiey.



I hope this missive meets you in a fabulous state of metabolism, if so doxology. My principal aim of writing this letter to you is to gravitate your mind towards a matter of global and universal importance to my ego which has been troubling my soul. The matter is so important that even as I am writing my adrenalin is rocking 100 on the Reitcher scale, my temperature is rising, the wind vane of my mind is pointing North, South
and East at the same time while the convex mirror in my eyes has only your divine image at it's focal point. Indeed when I sleep you are the one in my medulla oblongata and I dream
about you. I went out to sea in my dream and I saw you; surrounded by H20 and you, your majesty rose from the abdomen of the sea like Yemoja, the avatar of beauty. Oh, Lord be with us! We are thy servants! As you
can see, I am in a serious dilemma and I want you to take my matter
seriously. At this junction what our Lord said on this matter is
germane. He says we should ask and we shall be given, we should seek and
we will find, and that we should knock and it will be opened unto us. I am- on this 19th day of the 4th month in the year of our Lord, two
thousand and four - asking, seeking and knocking at your door. My prayer is that thou should open so that thy servant can enter. I want to wake up in the morning and see only your face.
I want you to be the only sugar in my tea, the only fly in my ointment, the butter on my bread, the gray matter of my system, the oxygen in my lungs, the planet of my universe, the wall clock of my room and the conveyor belt of my soul. I pray that you realize the gargantuan nature of my predicament. If you refuse, my life will be like tea without sugar, like a snail without shell, a Xmas goat without a horn; in fact I'll become an orphan. What is life if I can't wake up in the morning >and behold your face? You model of pulchritude, patiently created by God on a Sunday morning before he went on a deserved holiday.



Please Lizzie, let me be your Romeo. Make me your Adam oh my Eve, for

you were made for me. Shakespeare said it all: If music be the food of

love, play on. I want to emphasize, universally and responsibly, that

you are love itself. You are the metaphor, oxymoron, thesis, antithesis,

irony, gerund, conjunction and the adverb of love. Let me also say that

the geography of your body is a permanent alleluia. Your body exudes not

ammonia, urea and iodine - You are too beautiful for that! What I see in

your body is milk and honey.



At this juncture brevity is the soul of wit. A stitch in time saves

nine. Procrastination is the thief of time. An opportunity once lost can

never be regained. Make hay while the sun shines. All that glitters is

not gold. The journey of a thousand miles begins but with a single step.

What God has put together let no man put asunder. To be a man is not an

easy task even if God's time is the best. But time waits for no man. A

man without love is like a fish out of water. I know you are a sagacious

girl. If you like the veracity of what I am saying, please fill the

attached form and let me have it pronto. The mark at the bottom of this

page is a kiss from me to you.

I remain, Your beloved, faithful, loyal, One and only admirer.
Extractineous Hanington Bannington Charlie Omolo

mac'Ojuang'.Ja seme