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		<id>http://mightyafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-your-average-saturday-picking-up.html</id>
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		<title>Why so serious? Blogs of a MIghTy African: Not your average Saturday - Picking up and pick-up lines</title>
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		<updated>2009-08-09T19:03:00-04:00</updated>
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		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	The more interesting part of my Saturday was bound to come from my experiment with pick-up lines. Yes, I like to have some fun every now and then. I've always wanted to try some lines to see if they work, how they work and who they work on. When my cousin wrote a Facebook note called "official...Pick Up Lines....to all ya brothas without game...", he tagged me first. He tagged me first. Sadness eh? The lines were hilarious and I had decided to entrust my Saturday evening enjoyment in these sentences. What did I have to lose o? Kowtow. So, here we go. This is what happened o!br /br /a href="http://mightyafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-your-average-saturday-watching-fc.html"You already know I went to see FC Barcelona play in San Francisco/a. After I left the stadium with my friends, they dropped me off around the block where the venue for the picking-up testing would take place. I was starving so I walked around looking for chicken fried rice. Okay, am talking about chicken fried rice, not Asian girls. Besides, I decided not to test out the lines before I went to the club, because if the gods winked, smiled on and blessed  me, I would probably have to end up at the End-UP with an uninvited guest who'll make all my costs double. I don't have luuchi (cash) for that. Also, I could only afford chicken fried rice at that time (11pm), though it was pretty late for any nice restaurants. Why would I insist on this type of food? After African food, Asian food comes next. It's just something about the fortune cookies I guess.br /br /After unsuccessfully finding an Asian food place, I resorted to asking random people on the street for places. Many of these people were beggars and homeless. The others were waiting to enter clubs or go to clubs. One girl I asked said she didn't have a phone. What does that have to do with anything? Mmaa paa deɛ, ɛyɛ a, mokyerɛ wanwa o. The guy who offered to help me was some beggar guy who started to lead me toward a hungry man's paradise. I probably shouldn't have chosen or followed him, he's the kind of guy you'll think may be dangerous. I could care less. He asked me where I was from and my favorite answer to that these days is to say, "Guess". He figured I was African and started, "Zimbabwe? Nairobi?" "Nairobi is a city in Kenya, but it's not that country". He mentioned Nigeria too and after two minutes of no or wrong guesses, I finally told him. We still hadn't found an Asian restaurant that was open. This is when I told I'll go eat some Mexicano food. He finally said the one thing we'd been wanting to say, "Can I get some money?" I had 6 $20 bills in my wallet and some change. I said no. He wasn't too happy and started saying some %$#^% and this is when I walked in as far away as possible with one eye on my back. I finally settled on one Mexican restaurant after I paid my water bill. I love how they had Mexican drinks there, unlike our Ghanaian restaurants who now don't seem to sell Muscatella, Palm wine or Malta Guinness/Vita Malt anymore. A beggar came in and asked for a quarter, which I gave him. He wanted to pay the waiter for some water but this guy refused to give him some. I should have asked them if they were Chivas or Club America supporters. br /br /Around 11:30, I had ended up at the End-Up. I decided to remain around the block till my friend arrived at the club. I still don't know why I thought this was a good idea. I sat at the bus stop, waiting for no bus. Buses came by as well as some shordies going to the same club. I thought, if these ladies see sitting at this bus stop, they'll think am broke or something and when they see me later, they won't want to have anything to do with me. Ridiculous thinking? I think not. More time passed, and more ladies passed. Eventually, I decided to enter the club, sticking to the original plan and holding my pick-up lines till I was inside. 'Reggae gold', the best night club day in town, cost $20 to get in. Pretty regular, and tonight, I will be entertained by various facial experiences and reactions. Good bargain.br /br /Once I was in, I started looking around for my first victim. I was going to use this line first (the tall line) - "I'm not actually this tall. I'm sitting/standing on my wallet.". I had eyed a couple of girls but I figured if I tried that line, they'll say "we saw you when you came in, this is your bloodyforkin height". So, I chose this line, which we shall call the bet line - "My boys over there bet that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in the room. Want to buy some drinks with their money?". This girl was pretty hot but she was with this other girlfriend of hers. She'd seen me too. I asked this Jamaican dude standing next to me to act like he was my friend for a couple of minutes as I go chat up Miss-I'm-wearing-a-RemyMartin-shirt. I went up to her and said, "Hello, hi... and then the line". The shordy smiled at me (yay) and said she was working for Remy Martin at the club this night. Bummer. She then said she has some coupons to get Remy Martin drinks at discounted prices. Hmm, what was I supposed to do? Buy her some Remy Martin drinks for cheap? Buy her some other drink? Hire some other girl to work in her place? My cheap behind would do none of that with no moneyback/kindback guarantee. I said "okay, nice meeting you" and then after I had almost turned to go back, asked for her name. "Victoria". I said nice to meet you and then I mentioned my name. Bizzounce.br /br /I had decided not to dance with anybody till I had used pick-up lines at least three times. I even avoided some girls I knew because I wanted to stay focused. Genius abi? I was hanging by the dance floor minding my business when some dude asked me to be a wing man as he'd seen some two girls. Since this girl hadn't noticed me, I walked up to her and used the 'tall line'. - "I'm not actually this tall. I'm sitting/standing on my wallet." She smiled/giggled and in the next few moments, we were dancing already. We danced for a while (you wanna know how long?) and then she had to go (use the rest room/get some air/send a text/use lip gloss/ or some other excuse like that). It happens all the time. Or? I called the move a success and sought my next victim. Let's just say that was the last time I said a word to her. I didn't get her name.br /br /For the third installment in this experiment, I chose the 'angel line' - "I must be in heaven cause I've seen an angel". I was going to use it on some particular ladies but I felt they'd seen me already and must have been wondering "why didn't you come talk to me already". So I spotted a bevy of 4 ladies and chose the fairest (ahem, finest) amongst them. One of my friends (upon telling him earlier which pick-up lines I'd be using later) had told me to use this crazy line - "HI" Too common but it could be used in tandem with another. So I walked up to the girl, and after I said hi, I dropped the line and got the same reaction as always. I asked for her name and it was some unusual name which I had trouble making out. Melanie? Melomie? Miyomi? Naomi? Before I could find out if she was Ethiopian (Habesha) to add 'tadias', her friends were moving location and she was tallying along. We shall call it an incomplete experiment. Except I never tried to talk to her again so we shall call it a botched one.br /br /I had spent the first 45 minutes of my club time testing out pick-up lines and decided that was enough and had to get my groove on. Went the old-fashioned common way and had mixed results. Finally, said hi to the friends I knew and more friends came through. I had a jolly good time, the music at Reggae Gold is always good so even if I am not dancing with some fly honey somewhere, "m'akoma tɔ me ya mu", I'm fine. Later on, I decided to use the one line I was advised not to try because I am rebellious like that. I was curious. Here's the sight line, "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?". I picked on my first white shordy victim and after walking by, dropped the line. She wasn't too amused. I forget what we said afterwards but the move flopped. Bizzie biz. I had said it, goodenuff. br /br /The rest of my time at 'Reggae Gold' was regular; did some dancing, some nodding, some standing, some walking, some drinking water, and some talking. I didn't take any new phone numbers, which in hindsight probably should have. If I meet some new girl at ze club, and get a number, I feel like it validates my clubbing lol. But this night, I had completed a task I always wanted to do and I have stories to tell. Truth is, I didn't really want to get with any shordy, the plan was just to see how it'll go. That's not to say I won't use one on some girl I really wanted to get to know. Victoria was hot though, but I kinda lost track of her eventually. I've not decided if I'll use pick-up lines from now on but make no mistake about this - these experiments are not over. I ended up leaving the End-UP around 3am, which is the earliest I've left there because the club closes at 6am. Quite a rarity in these Bay Area parts. I called the day a success and went home with some Habeshas.br /br /PS: This is the song I listened to most on my way to the clubbr /Soundtrack - "a href="http://museke.com/node/1006"She's pretty, like she's half Fante, br /African girl with a body like yeah!br /She shot a glance at mebr /Got me pulling over quick right there!br /She looking cute and sexybr /Cat-walking like she just don't care!br /Girl if u really wanna party!br /Come sip Henney with ur king in the club tonight!br /Tonight is ur night pretty woman!br /We'll be chilling at the VIP, aight!/a" - lyrics from a href="http://museke.com/node/1013"5Five's/a African Girls.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957153574047966177-5235052080082077601?l=mightyafrican.blogspot.com'//div ]]></content>
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		<id>http://accraconsciousforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-had-any-african-diet-apart.html</id>
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		<title>Accra Conscious Forever: African "delicacies" You Might Want To Try</title>
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		<updated>2009-08-09T18:47:00-04:00</updated>
		<published>2009-08-09T18:47:00-04:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"Have you had any African diet apart from your home country's own? Have you tried any foreign delicacies? Have you thought of eating something way out of your religion or tribe? Well, my answer to most of the questions is a big YES./spanbr /br /span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"African cuisine has never been very popular among the places I have visited on my road trip some years back and after seeing what some people consider delicacies, I can understand why. Poverty and drought push people to find new ways of sustaining themselves. In some places insects are the most nutritious meal available. Here are 5 African foods that can easily turn your stomach inside out:/spanstrong style="font-family: georgia;"br /br /5. Fried Locusts/strongbr /span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"br /The swarms of locusts th/spana style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIkdpRgAT4/Sn9sCoaGYFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/boPyPN4pGpc/s1600-h/locusts.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIkdpRgAT4/Sn9sCoaGYFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/boPyPN4pGpc/s400/locusts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368128073311346770" border="0" //aspan style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"at frequently destroy vast crops are seen as a curse and blessing at the same time. They may compromise hundreds of thousand hectares of fertile land but they sure are crunchy. That’s what Nigerians say, anyway.br /br //spanspan style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"Every time a swarm of locusts hits Niger, you can see people everywhere munching on fried locusts like popcorn. Some say that when you see people eating fried locusts, it’s not a sign of famine, for them it’s like eating caviar. The wings are removed, sautéed in a pan, sprinkled with spices and left in the sun, to make them crunchy./spanbr /br /p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" /p p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"span style="font-weight: bold;"4. /spanspan style="font-weight: bold;"Cooked Mopane Worms/span/pp style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIkdpRgAT4/Sn9sXmJA-vI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ovUImlIJJTE/s1600-h/mopane_worms.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIkdpRgAT4/Sn9sXmJA-vI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ovUImlIJJTE/s400/mopane_worms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368128433480071922" border="0" //a/pspan style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"The Mopane is a species of moth found in Southern Africa, whose caterpillars are considered a delicacy. They are handpicked by women and children in the wild and either dried in the sun or smoked to give them extra flavor. After they are picked, the worms are pinched at the back and squeezed to get rid of the slimy insides./spanbr /br /span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"The dried Mopane caterpillars are either eaten raw as a nice, crispy snack, or rehydrated and cooked with vegetables and spices. The caterpillars have a yellow color and a taste similar to green tea leaves./spanbr /br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" 3. Bushmeat/spanbr /br /a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIkdpRgAT4/Sn9qlu--eDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/j3uzL1WBtmU/s1600-h/bushmeat.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIkdpRgAT4/Sn9qlu--eDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/j3uzL1WBtmU/s400/bushmeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368126477348796466" border="0" //aspan style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"What started as a way to fight famine, has slowly become a new cuisine in countries like Ghana, Kenya, Ivory Coast or Guinea. Bushmeat is basically fried, grilled or boiled wild animal meat served both in established restaurants and households. In some parts of Ghana, there's never shortage of bushmeat as its the main source of meat for a whole farming community./spanbr /br /span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"You should be careful when trying out bushmeat someday, you could be chewing either a crocodile, snake, rodents, great apes, even cats and dogs. It would interest you to find on the Bushmeat menu in some restaurants any of animals earlier mentioned above... The situation is becoming truly desperate for many wild animals in the countries where Bushmeat is popular especially Ghana and the Ivory Coast, as poaching becomes a very profitable business./spanbr /br /span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" 2. Cow Blood/spanbr /br /a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIkdpRgAT4/Sn9p-pVG-uI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7PUtKsHUbo4/s1600-h/cow-blood-masai-africa-avkj7t0524-out.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIkdpRgAT4/Sn9p-pVG-uI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7PUtKsHUbo4/s400/cow-blood-masai-africa-avkj7t0524-out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368125805816117986" border="0" //aspan style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"A popular meal in the Masai tribe, cow blood is often mixed with milk, as it is believed that it makes the men stronger. The blood is collected by puncturing the cow’s jugular with an arrow and the hole plugged after enough blood has poured. This can be done once every month, without harming the animal./spanbr /br /span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"The blood clots are separated and the pure blood is mixed with fresh milk and consumed raw. Other cultures mix the cow blood with fresh or sour milk and cook it on an open flame until it thickens, resembling scrambled eggs./spanspan style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"My kenyan friends from university really persuaded me into trying this but trust me, I couldn't stand the sight of it. I have tried their staple food, that is Ugali and Chapati but Cow blood is not a thing for me../spanbr /br /span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" 1. Goat Head/spanbr /br /span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"I love goat meat and I believe everybody loves it. Go to any chopbar in Ghana and youll surely be served with a variety of soups with goat meat in it but there's no restaurant in Ghana that I know of that serves Goat head./spanbr /br /a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIkdpRgAT4/Sn9vmyR1zBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/owP6ICxzvR8/s1600-h/goat_head.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIkdpRgAT4/Sn9vmyR1zBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/owP6ICxzvR8/s400/goat_head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368131992971234322" border="0" //aspan style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"br /Goat head is served in many upscale restaurants in Nigeria, Congo and most parts Southern Africa. After the goat is beheaded, its head is shaved and burned to remove any stray hairs. It is then chopped into fragmented pieces with an ax and boiled with onions, garlic, tomatoes, ginger, chilies and other seasoning. Yummy, init [sounding British, here]??/spanbr /br /span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"People brave enough to try this dish can enjoy traditionally cooked brains, tongue, ears and eyes. The goat’s eyes are usually reserved for the guests of honor, so if you’re lucky enough to find them on your plate…enjoy!/spanbr /br /span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" Have you tried any delicacies recently from your trip? Feel free and share them. All comments are welcome.. :))/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5948459444912602771-7206743128541005659?l=accraconsciousforever.blogspot.com'//div ]]></content>
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		<id>http://www.boakyewaaglover.com/?p=503</id>
		<author><name>Boakyewaa</name></author>
		<title>Boakyewaa Glover: True Talk from 8300</title>
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<p> True Talk from 8300</p>
<p>I have a lot of cool guys in my family – my brothers, Kofi and Kojo (the most upstanding boys I know!), and my cousin Albert (truly comical dude).</p>
<p>Then there’s the 8300 squad (from L-R), Jonathan, Emmanuel (aka Biggie aka Da Boss), Sellasie, Josh and Kwame (Kwame have you signed the adoption papers? Hurry up so we can make this official and welcome you to the family!)</p>
<p>I love the 8300 guys (named 8300 after their official location in Vienna, Virginia). They’re my squad, my boys; an interesting and radically cool group of guys. I have had a lot of deep, and wacky ‘true talk’ conversations with the group, labeled &#8217;true talk’ because we believe in openness and direct brutal honesty.</p>
<p>So today, it’s True Talk from 8300. I asked all 5 boys the same set of 6 questions, and their honest and genuine responses are below. Although the 8300 guys are family, best friends, brothers, and have known each other for most of their lives, they’re individuals first and foremost.</p>
<p>Ladies, if you want to have a really good idea of what guys think, and what they want, here are 5 viewpoints just for you!</p>
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<p><em>note: the responses are not in any order. So Goon 1 is not the same person through out. </em></p>
<p>1.       What is your idea of love? Do you believe in it?</p>
<p>Goon 1: Love for me means completely being yourself with someone and knowing that you’re not being judged. It means trusting someone; even though you’ll go through tough times, you’re there for each other. The more physical part is when you’re with that person you’re happy, you’re excited and everyone can see you’re together and there’s a connection. I believe in love, but not love at first sight. In most cases, love grows, that’s my belief.</p>
<p>Goon 2: Love is what you make it to be. Love is work, more work than people think. Sometimes I think love is temporary insanity, but if you want to, you can definitely recover from it. I’ll believe it when I see it. I think I have seen it but I don’t know if it was real. I think if it was real, I’d still have it. If it didn’t work, then you wonder was it real? So I’ll believe in it when I find the real thing, the lasting thing.</p>
<p>Goon 3: I think love is being able to put someone before yourself, in the sense that you’re sacrificing self satisfaction in light of others’ or someone’s needs. I don’t think it can be captured fully in a few sentences, people write entire books about it. When it comes down to it, it’s being able to put someone in a higher regard, spiritually, emotional, mentally, physically. Yes, I believe in it, as I’ve defined it. It applies to everything.</p>
<p>Goon 4: I think love is two people in a village who haven’t seen anybody else from the city, and therefore decide that each other is the ideal man or woman for them. And there fore they thank God profusely for such a gift, and cling onto the gift with all their minds, body and soul. Yes, I believe that if you’re able to quarantine two people in a village, properly and effectively, they would find this ideal.</p>
<p>Goon 5: I do believe in love, I’ve been in love once, if I’m not still hanging there. My idea of love is a combination of choices and feelings that makes you put your emotions to the forefront of every decision you make in relation to another person. The love for another woman would be that I’m putting some choices ahead of myself and having some feelings attached with those choices. For instance, I would choose to spend time with her than hang out with the boys. It’s a warm fuzzy feeling you get when you’re with someone. It’s a feeling that may not make sense but still feels good.</p> ]]></content>
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		<id>http://nonjeneregretterien.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-in-africa-is-now-urban-africa.html</id>
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		<title>Rain in Africa: Rain in Africa is now Urban Africa</title>
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		<updated>2009-08-09T15:02:00-04:00</updated>
		<published>2009-08-09T15:02:00-04:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	Today, after more than two years with rich rain falling on this site, I decided to change the name of the blog. br /br /Urban Africa is a more forthright name since anyone immediately can understand what it is about. It is snappier. Also Urban Africa has the advantage of being just two words that do not easily blend and they are easy to spell!br /br /Next step will be moving to a href="http://wordpress.com"wordpress.com/a, but since they do not allow my tags to move along, I think I need to prepare carefully before I go. br /br /What do you think of the new name?div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20734927-5441632842419022036?l=nonjeneregretterien.blogspot.com'//div ]]></content>
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		<id>http://kobeasiedu.blogspot.com/2009/08/language-of-love-doggy-style.html</id>
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		<title>Perspectives: The language of love: Doggy Style!</title>
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		<updated>2009-08-09T13:13:00-04:00</updated>
		<published>2009-08-09T13:13:00-04:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	Some time back in school I witnessed a hilarious moment that said a lot about the relationship between men and women/woman. It was as simple as this: one bitch was on heat, and about five dogs were tailing her in an orderly fashion, hoping to nail that bitch (feels good to use the B-word in the right context doesn't it?lol). She was just trotting down the road majestically and the other dogs had virtually lined up behind her, trotting along - moving left when she goes left, and right when she goes right. br /There and then I realised how that scenario depicted the life of any pretty girl and all the douche bags who chase after her without any self respect.LMAO! Anyway the bitch(I am loving this) stopped and then the dogs gathered around her, sniffing her  and making attempts to mount. Of course alpha dog starts a fight and conquers all but one(Clearly at this point he's not the alpha dog). Some small, skinny unassuming dog managed to pull it off and tapped that thang!! Way to go for all the 'comely-less' guys who are grab the fine chicks.br /br /br /But on a more serious note that incident reiterated to me how less humans are different behaviourally from animals. The tactics are the same, the response similar, and no matter how long the girls stretch, they finally give in to whoever is able to woo them (lately 'whoever' can be either a guy or girl). br /br /Ok switch it up... Have you ever wondered what dogs might say if they could speak, with regards to male-female relationship?? I thought of a few...br /br /NB: This will not be an improper thing to say in the doggy worldbr /br /Whaddup Bitch! br /Doggone it!br /I luv the way you shake your tail bitch!br /You make me howl!br /How would you like it, doggy style or doggy style?br /br /The only thing the bitch would say is this... "You're a one minute dawg!".div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768057510946169193-7834162510581600648?l=kobeasiedu.blogspot.com'//div ]]></content>
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		<id>http://mightyafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-your-average-saturday-watching-fc.html</id>
		<author><name></name></author>
		<title>Why so serious? Blogs of a MIghTy African: Not your average Saturday - Watching FC Barcelona</title>
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		<updated>2009-08-09T12:52:00-04:00</updated>
		<published>2009-08-09T12:52:00-04:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	I have had a bunch of interesting Saturdays recently but this last one, I knew it was going to be interesting. It's been a while since I filed in a diary entry. What was special about this Saturday? FC Barcelona was in town to play Chivas, a Mexican team. This was going to follow an MLS game involving the San Jose Earthquakes and Columbus Crew. As it was the second Saturday of the month, all roads would end up at the End Up for Reggae Gold which I wasn't going to miss for nothing. True to form, it was a memorable day and though it doesn't make a juicy entry like "a href="http://mightyafrican.blogspot.com/2008/10/eye-candy-free-candy-and-candy-i-dont.html"Eye candy, free candy, and candy I don't have/a". I have so much to say I have to do it in two entries. br /br /I've been having a sore throat recently so I woke up Saturday not feeling too well. Too bad the Ovaltine I have is solid block and I don't have the patience to figure out how to make it presentable for consumption. The only food I owned was some dish of spaghetti, corned beef and a little shito with some sauce to spice it up. I also owned a 'Jack in the Box' burger from the day before. I spent about $50 on food this week, which is unbecoming. Sometime during the week, I realised that the microwave in my apartment had disappeared. My roommate owns it, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't stolen but I haven't bothered to ask him. Why? Dude doesn't like me too much because it took me about 5 days to learn and remember his Eastern European name and I don't hang out with him. He's like 40 and a post-doc/assistant professor. From the very first day, I knew this match was not good. br /br /Anyway, back to the food, I took this refrigerated burger out on a journey, looking for a microwave. I went to my some of my Katarific friends' place to use theirs. Katafiric refers to Black American. They were surprised to see me. Of course, they asked me what happened to 'my microwave' and I told them nothing but the truth. Judging by their reactions, they couldn't handle. 5 minutes later, I had my first meal of the day together with the rest of the coke I didn't have yesterday. As in Coca-Cola, as seen on TV about 15 years ago. br /br /I had purchased group tickets to see two games - Columbus Crew  San Jose Earthquakes (MLS) and then FC Barcelona (Spain)  Chivas (Mexico). Tix were discounted from $70 to $60, and that made me feel good. None of these teams feature a Ghanaian player. For all the Ghanaians in Columbus, no one could try out for the Crew and make the team? I know there are players there according to this hilarious a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ctYFIKrcqw"Youtube video/a. Why? MLS no fun to play? No soccer to do it? The Earthquakes have been having tryouts and I don't know why I haven't gone yet. They can use me in defence (because I do the best), they suck brutal. I'd already seen them play the LA Galaxy live and they were atrocious. David Beckham was easily the best player on the field that day (Landon Donovan was absent). I was extremely excited to see Barca - Messi, Henry, Dani Alves, Xavi, Toure - play. Too bad, Eto'o was no more at the Nou Camp and his replacement Ibrahimovic was nursing a injury. Had seen him play at Stanford last month so that was cool.br /br /I set out with my friends from Stanford at the beginning of the MLS game hoping to catch the second half. I was wearing my customized MAN U jersey with my name at the back. You know, great conversation starter abi? Traffic  parking problems did not permit this and by the time I had my tickets, the MLS game was done. By the way, I handed off two Ghanaian movies to friends in traffic, cool huh? No need to meet up anyway, just do it on the road. The Earthquakes lost 3-0. Finally entered the stadium and sat in the lower stands where I could get a better view for the Barca game. I didn't sit where I was supposed to sit, I had to wagadree my way for a better experience. I only had to dodge a couple of security guys, no problemo. I couldn't believe the stadium wasn't packed. This is FC Barcelona for goodness sake! They should fill up a soccer stadium in the US. There's no reason why this shouldn't happen. There aren't enough internationals in the Bay Area? I know the Mexican massive is here though. Chivas is a huge team in Mexico so they probably had more support than the Blaugrana. Rafa Marquez didn't play but Mexico's Jonathan dos Santos played for Barca. br /br /The game was the best soccer game I'd seen in the US, the atmosphere was great. There were chants of Chivas-Barca-Chivas-Barca. I was sitting by two other MIT Africans who were both Barca supporters. Barcelona is the truth. It ended 1-1 though and their first team couldn't register a goal though they played the first half in Chivas' half. Barcelona played some delightful football, you must wonder how they do it. They are almost always never outplayed. Lionel Messi never seemed to lose the ball, it was pretty ridiculous. Thierry Henry played like he was 40, everytime he went to the ground, it took him a while to get back up. Salif Keita and Yahya Toure started the game and they both gave great accounts of themselves. Too bad Eto wasn't here. Actually, he was. Some fans outside the stadium seemed to shout his name everytime I walked on by. :-) I like Gerard Pique a lot, I feel like he plays like me. I love how he charges upfront hoping to make things happen. br /br /Barca played the second half with a new-look team, maintaining Victor Valdes and Dani Alves. Dani Alves is the best right back in the world and has been for the last 3 years. The guy na baller! Barcelona seemed to run everything through him in the second half. Chivas drew first blood with a nicely worked goal, they played much much better in the second half. Barca equalized through Bojan Krkic on a cross from Dani Alves. Both teams came close to getting the winner but to no avail. So Barca were a David Beckham freekick away from winning 2-zip the LA Galaxy, they whitewashed the Seattle Sounders by 4 and couldn't beat the Mexican team. The MLS just isn't there yet, no matter what people like Alexi Lalas want to say. I mean, do you take what people who have 'Lalases' say seriously? For y'all who don't know, a Lalas in Ghanaian lingo is a beard like what a href="http://www.interestment.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/lalas-380x380.jpg"Lalas had back in the day/a.br /br /My MIT African friends had taken a bus to get to the stadium so it was nice to catch a bus out of the stadium due to the crazy traffic. I had no gentleman's bills to pay for the bus. I wasn't going to let the lady driver kick me off the bus, too much embarrassment in front of 50 Mexican mamacitas. Either way, I showed my street smarts and while she was navigating the commotion of people trying to get into the bus, your-slicker-than-average-MIghTy-African slicked through the crowd into the bus. Free bus ride! Super! At least something free for the day to file this entry under free stuff. Will get to the latter parts of the day in a href="http://mightyafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-your-average-saturday-picking-up.html"the next entry/a.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957153574047966177-6724308834628842627?l=mightyafrican.blogspot.com'//div ]]></content>
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<entry>
		<id>http://amabroni.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-perfect-world.html</id>
		<author><name></name></author>
		<title>The English version of it all: In a perfect world...</title>
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		<updated>2009-08-09T12:39:00-04:00</updated>
		<published>2009-08-09T12:39:00-04:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sn7_HUtxmQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6RPUXkWavKo/s1600-h/swipeCard_onDine_100_4122.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sn7_HUtxmQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6RPUXkWavKo/s320/swipeCard_onDine_100_4122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368008307157080322" border="0" //aThe kids in the kindergarten got to know I got married and were a bit interested in it. For them, being married meant that I had gotten a boyfriend, and it seemed to be a natural part of being married that I could drive a car.br /"Can you drive?", a girl asked me.br /"Yes", I said, "but I dont have a car."br /"You could buy one", said the girl.br /"I dont have money right now to buy a car", I said.br /br /A little 4 year old boy provided the solution: "You could just swipe the card! My grandma always does."br /br /span style="font-size:78%;"br /(picture borrowed from a href="http://images.google.no/imgres?imgurl=http://www.vivotech.com/products/vivo_pay/images/vpdine/swipeCard_onDine_100_4122.jpgamp;imgrefurl=http://ramblingbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/aclabt2-swipe-vs-lacerate-and.htmlamp;usg=__rKV3GFX07rhaat5RX8ib02fUGSo=amp;h=759amp;w=800amp;sz=158amp;hl=noamp;start=7amp;tbnid=Pc6D7uFZRrUYzM:amp;tbnh=136amp;tbnw=143amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dswipe%2Bcard%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Dno%26sa%3DG"vivotech.com/a)/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-627105886374229122?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div ]]></content>
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		<id>http://nonjeneregretterien.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-confuse-urban-africa-blog-with.html</id>
		<author><name></name></author>
		<title>Rain in Africa: Don't Confuse Urban Africa, The Blog with...</title>
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		<updated>2009-08-09T06:02:00-04:00</updated>
		<published>2009-08-09T06:02:00-04:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLH5BoGNg7w/SoAvNU9_XoI/AAAAAAAAC44/SKETqucPFOg/s1600-h/ndebele+radio.jpg"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLH5BoGNg7w/SoAvNU9_XoI/AAAAAAAAC44/SKETqucPFOg/s400/ndebele+radio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368342661839150722" //a ...The web store a href="http://www.urban-africa.co.uk/"Urban Africa/abr /br /...The book a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=OhjsCTQGg8gCpg=PA1lpg=PA1dq=urban+africasource=blots=10Mr0_N4rasig=BiPvipj7hfxZOdrhcLVn_9F_CDEhl=svei=qy2ASsLADNmQjAeSjJnxAQsa=Xoi=book_resultct=resultresnum=11#v=onepageq=f=false"Urban Africa/a by Simone and Abouhani (2005)br /br /...The Flickr album a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/urbanafrica/"Urban Africa/a which has following overlapping raison d'etre with this blog:blockquoteAfrica has untold vital urban spaces and a rich legacy of a 2.000 years long history of urbanization. However, in the vast majority of flickr groups related to Africa, nature and wildlife photography are predominant. Africa appears as a rural and ‘exotic’ scenery where humans, animals and landscapes build a more ore less harmonious unity./blockquote span style="font-style:italic;"br /Pic of a Bead and Wire Ndebele Radio that can be purchased on the Urban Africa store website./spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20734927-6194624765453797497?l=nonjeneregretterien.blogspot.com'//div ]]></content>
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<entry>
		<id>http://midgiechic.blogspot.com/2009/08/changes.html</id>
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		<title>Rose among Thorns: Changes</title>
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		<updated>2009-08-09T03:09:00-04:00</updated>
		<published>2009-08-09T03:09:00-04:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	div align="center"span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"Sometimes it's good/span/divdiv align="center"span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"Sometimes it's bad/span/divdiv align="center"span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"Sometimes it's necessary/span/divdiv align="center"span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"Sometimes it's unwarranted/span/divdiv align="center"span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"Sometimes it happens fast/span/divdiv align="center"span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"Sometimes it takes time/span/divdiv align="center"span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"But when it happens/span/divdiv align="center"span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"It must be embraced!/span/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714029844287098794-4961608480866091755?l=midgiechic.blogspot.com'//div ]]></content>
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<entry>
		<id>http://iheartaccra.blogspot.com/2009/08/water-flies.html</id>
		<author><name></name></author>
		<title>I HEART ACCRA: Water Flies</title>
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		<updated>2009-08-09T02:54:00-04:00</updated>
		<published>2009-08-09T02:54:00-04:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMe_Mf8-n-Q/Sn5x8C9GTjI/AAAAAAAAATc/74lEe7Vm_xo/s1600-h/3799521718_1c1c32d655_o.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMe_Mf8-n-Q/Sn5x8C9GTjI/AAAAAAAAATc/74lEe7Vm_xo/s320/3799521718_1c1c32d655_o.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMe_Mf8-n-Q/Sn5x8C9GTjI/AAAAAAAAATc/74lEe7Vm_xo/s1600-h/3799521718_1c1c32d655_o.jpg"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMe_Mf8-n-Q/Sn5x8C9GTjI/AAAAAAAAATc/74lEe7Vm_xo/s1600-h/3799521718_1c1c32d655_o.jpg">Water Flies</a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMe_Mf8-n-Q/Sn5x8C9GTjI/AAAAAAAAATc/74lEe7Vm_xo/s1600-h/3799521718_1c1c32d655_o.jpg">A photo exhibition by Nana Kofi Acquah</a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMe_Mf8-n-Q/Sn5x8C9GTjI/AAAAAAAAATc/74lEe7Vm_xo/s1600-h/3799521718_1c1c32d655_o.jpg">Date: 14th - 16th  August 2009</a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMe_Mf8-n-Q/Sn5x8C9GTjI/AAAAAAAAATc/74lEe7Vm_xo/s1600-h/3799521718_1c1c32d655_o.jpg">Venue: Kofi Annan Centre</a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMe_Mf8-n-Q/Sn5x8C9GTjI/AAAAAAAAATc/74lEe7Vm_xo/s1600-h/3799521718_1c1c32d655_o.jpg">Maker Faire Africa</a><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027898362512586523-8815292526307737849?l=iheartaccra.blogspot.com' alt='' /> ]]></content>
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