The women, a mystery that will never be solved
Wanawake, siri ambayo haitatatuliwa kamwe
Valentine's Day is - for me at least - happily over, what remains is the question of whether we men can understand women? Hand on heart, my friends, who can say that we really understand our wife? Women are not easy! They are, in short and simply put, quite difficult.
Goethe established heaven on earth for women, and Goethe was married to Christiane Vulpius. That's remarkable! The author of "The Sorrows of Young Werther"; in any case, he must have known what love is, otherwise he would not have been able to write this tragic story.
You ask me what love is? A star in a bunch of crap. To put it simply.
The women have to study like men, if we don't do that, thinking that we are the lords of creation, we will lose completely. We're already losing, there's nothing we can do now, we missed the chance to win.
What does this have to do with Kenya? Many will ask. Well, everything and nothing. All because, globally speaking, women are all the same; nothing, because no woman is like another woman. You can't compare a woman to another woman, we humans are all different. No one looks the same, one is fat, another thin; one big, one small; one has blond hair, another black hair. There are certainly many other distinctions, but let's leave it at that. Let's acknowledge that we're not the same, and that's a good thing.
What is so typical about the women in Kenya? Of course, every woman in Africa is an individual, African women have their own individual character, regardless of whether they belong to an ethnic group. Many mzungus are ripped off. Initially, the mzungu still has reservations about getting involved with the female bodies that are offered as a matter of course, allowing them into his life. But at some point they fall in love, they are weak and cannot resist these beautiful and cuddly bodies. For a few days they let themselves fall into the illusion that a new perspective could open up for them in this exotic country. You may also believe in it. You hope so.
Without empathy for these mzungus, I can only let this supposed paradise collide with reality.
Ulianza wewe, wakaja waimbaji na wabana pua
Wale mwewe, Franga wawindaji wakatusua
Kwakuwa, wanajua mshikaji unaishi kwa miko
na zako itikadi, ziko kimziki na sio mshiko
Kama haileti hela, basi haimake sense, no sweat kisela mie nikakomaa tu na lako penzi
Sikusound garbage au kuchange suddenly
Mie ni mjeshi so naweza fight savagely
Hiphop ya ukweli, ukapigwa radioni/sometimes malaika wa heri nao hutembelea motoni
Penzi ni kipofu na anayemuona halioni
sikuwa na hofu, mama alinipenda tangu nikiwa tumboni
I started young, I made my mother's womb a drum
My umblirical chord a guitar, muhoji aliyenizaa
Bongo Flava mzuri kiasi, hip hop we ndo my queen
my 1st my last & everything in between
Sikusound garbage au kuchange suddenly
Mie ni You started, there came the singers and the snipers Those, those, the frog hunters scolded us because they know the catcher lives according to the rules and your ideology, they are music and not the handle. If it don't get across then don't make sense change suddenly Mie's a soldier so I can fight wild Hiphop of the truth you've been beaten on the radio / sometimes the angels of hell visit the fire too love is blind and whoever sees it I'm afraid no umbilical cord a guitar interviewer who pretty much gave birth to bongo flava hip hop we make my queen my first my last and everything in between you started there came the singers and the snipers those the frog hunters scolded us because they know the catcher lives by the rules and your ideology, they are the music and not the handle.
Hiphop ya ukweli, ukapigwa radioni/sometimes malaika wa heri nao hutembelea motoni
Penzi ni kipofu na anayemuona halioni
sikuwa na hofu, mama alinipenda tangu nikiwa tumboni
I started young, I made my mother's womb a drum
My umblirical chord a guitar, muhoji aliyenizaa
Bongo Flava mzuri kiasi, hip hop we ndo my queen
my 1st my last & everything in between
I would now like to turn to my wife. It's not always easy with her, but what woman is easy? I will try to portray my wife briefly, I will tell a story about it, then everyone can form their own opinion.
We were in the mountains. For those who don't know or don't know yet, Austria is a country of mountains. So we climbed the mountain, that's quite normal in Austria. Suddenly I slipped and fell into a crevice. My wife was really worried about me, I have to say!
"Have you hurt yourself?" she called after me.
"No!"
"Do you feel any pain?"
"No!"
"Something broken?"
I got a little angry, there were just too many questions.
"Leave me alone!" I shouted back, "I'm still flying!"
This is my beloved wife. And it's not over yet. I hit the ground! That made a terrible noise.
"Honey, what happened?" she called after me.
"I've arrived now!"
"How are you?"
"All the bones broken!"
"Can you climb up?"
"Not possible!"
"Well, what isn't broken?"
"My teeth!"
"That's good! I'll throw you a rope, you bite down on it and I'll pull you up!"
I can rely on my wife! With a superhuman effort, she pulled me up, the rope tight between my teeth.
I wasn't quite there when she asked me, "Are you holding up?"
I replied, "Yes...," and I fell back down.
So are the women!
An African proverb says: "Before you marry a widow, you must first find out what killed the husband." And you can leave it like that. Before getting married, everyone should be sure that they are the right partner. This is supposed to mean that women are - in principle - difficult, much more difficult than us men.
Black chataaaaaaaa
Black chataaaaaaaa eeeehhh eeeehhh
Rhino: pande zote za mtaa wanajua mi ni masta
Black chataaaaaaaa
Black chataaaaaaaa eeeeh eeeehh eeehh
Rhino: nakaba mpaka vivuli ona winga inavyokata
Black chataaaaaaaa
Black chataaaaaaaa
Black Chataaaaaaaa Black Chataaaaaaaa eeeehhh eeeehhh Rhino: All sides of the road know mi ni masta
Another example of how women think.
In hospital. A doctor. After the examination. She looks me in the eyes.
"What is it?" I ask.
"You only have 5 months to live!"
I look at her, had to think, then I asked her, "From what?"
No answer, of course, just a somewhat unintelligible look.
Many women do not understand us men. That is a fact.
Hawa mapungazeze wala hawafikiri
Risasi zao ni maji kwangu hazina dili
Na wala hamnitishi hata mkija wavili
Ujanja wangu mitindo yangu sio ya kuikabili
Salute nastahili/ kuruti hunikabili
Nanyuti ukijenga chuki hunikuti kimashairi
Mi ndio namba 1 gangstar, eeh namba 1 rapstar
Namba 1 for real we namba 1 wanksta
Mi ni don wa madon/boss wa maboss
Kama fire mimi nina burn wananiona mi mikosi
Eeh kaa mbali ni kama nakupa tu tahadhari
Jihadhari usishindane na mimi kwa mistari
Mi ni soo / jooh/ nimepita sana madojo
Ulimi laini kama mifupa ya wabogojo
Unaona bwana/Waeleze waeleze bwana black chata bwana we are
These idiots don't think their bullets are water to me, they got no business And they don't scare me even if you two come My tricks, my style is not to face Salute 1 wanksta Mi is Don from Madon/ Boss of bosses How fire I' I'm burning they see me mi mikosi Eeh stay away it's like I'm just warning you. Be careful not to compete with me on the lines. Mi is soo / jooh / / Tell 'em to say Mr. Black Chata sir we are
It's always the same. Once again I must return to my beloved wife. Every day the same, every day the same fight. The fight for the blankets. I've gotten used to it by now, so I sneak into bed, and every damn night I'm unsuccessful. So I lie down, cover myself up. Try not to move me, because that can have consequences. However, it doesn't help! Well, I lie quietly on the bed, don't move, it doesn't take long before the first comment comes: "What are you doing with the blanket?"
Friendly as I am, I answer: "Mmh..."
She cannot be satisfied with that. Would be even nicer!
"You're shoving the whole blanket on me! It's heavy!"
"I didn't move at all!"
It's just a little hint.
"I can not stand that!"
"What can I do?"
"Hold the blanket!"
I hold the blanket tight, it's pulling back and forth like crazy.
"It's better now!"
Honestly, I don't know which is better, but I'll leave it at that. This is our daily blanket fight. This is repeated at least once more, until peace finally returns.
I have advertised! Looking for a woman! What's funny about this is that only men answered me, they all wrote to me: Take mine!
things are there!
Kudadadeki naflow nablow style zangu zinachoma kama moto
hebu check ninavyoblow
Heiiiyaaaaa!!! wanauliza mbona mimi sitoki
Namba moja kila siku kwenye chati sitoki
Naflow nafloat siwezi kulost siwezi kufanya mambo yatakayonikosti
Hawani-malizi hawanikatizi sifanani nao kama macho yawa-chinnese
Sifanani nao check level za anga hizi mimi mgumu daima nitadumu
Wao kama mayonizi na bado nimo humuhumu na kato sitosizi
Sichimbiki sipimiki na sifunikiki kama mercury sakafuni mi huwa simwagiki
Hii ndio desturi asiyenipenda ona atajenga chuki
The Dan dada nasoma jalada nachoma mashada/hapa mi ndio kada ok…!
Kudadadadeki naflow nablow my style burns like fire let's see how I blow Heiiiyaaaaaa!!! They ask why I'm not number one on the chart every day. I'm not from Naflow nafloat. I can't lose I can't do things I don't want to. I dont lie
Leaving aside the easy, the ridiculous, let's get serious.
Which one of us hasn't changed? And those of us who haven't changed! What happened to them? circumstances change us; someone's death changes us; Misconduct changes us; illness changes us; crying changes us; the days we've spent alone change us; unity changes us; responsibility changes us; the weakness changes us, the more we grow, the older we get, the better we understand our situation, the world and the people we change! We stay away from people who have tired and hurt us, so let's change! Who among us hasn't changed and stayed the same? Change is inevitable, but we hope to change to maturity, stronger, more merciful, and not for the worst and ugliest.
The older you get, the more quiet you become. Life humbles you so deeply as you age. You're realize how many nonsense you wasted tume on.
We change and we are changed. The little human interest that a pure heart can only feel is reserved for immortality. We will not achieve immortality, we humans are too weak for that. What makes us strong is our women, no matter how much we complain, only they make life worth living. Think of the woman as of that first woman who made your pulse race, over whom no other of her sex had power before.
The time when the year comes to an end is always the time when you set yourself new goals for the coming year. This is at least the first step on the way to happiness. Just as there are 7 things that lead to happiness, there are also 7 things that don't lead to happiness. And that's when any of few things aren't there.
The goal said only therefore. Only an apparent goal is mentioned. But there is not even a hint of the will behind it to want to start it. It's just meant to appease those around you.
It's just a goal imposed by the environment. Parents, partner, friends... would like you to set this goal. But there is no interest.
After 1.1. everyday life begins again with its daily recurring goals. These necessary daily goals usually ensure that one's own set goals fade more and more into the background and fall out of consciousness. Only with the next turn of the year do they come back into consciousness and the game begins again.
However, many a goal is too ambitious and cannot be achieved from the current point of view and thus quickly loses attention again. However, dividing a large goal into several intermediate goals increases the feasibility of the final goal.
Goals don't reach themselves. In order to achieve a goal, you have to do something that is conducive to the goal. Of course, it could also happen that the environment changes in such a way that the goal is reached, or someone helps to achieve the goal, for example with a gift. But something has been done here too. Something has changed the environment and you should at least let the helper know his goal so that he can help you achieve it.
In order to achieve a goal, one should reach the goal precisely, otherwise one has achieved something other than the actual goal. Then excuses are necessary that explain the other goal.
During the day one achieves several thousand goals, one's own and those imposed by one's environment or voluntarily adopted. Just how many are we aware of? But this is exactly where the reward for our efforts awaits. If we have reached our own goal, happiness awaits us here. But only when we become aware that our own goal has been achieved. And if we have achieved someone else's goal, the success, the social recognition by a happy face, could reward us.
But why do we need a special deadline to set our own goals? Let every day be a New Year and constantly set new goals for yourself, no matter how small, and happiness will be your constant companion.
Never leave a true relation for few faults. Nobody is perfect, nobody is correct, and in the end, affection is always greater than perfection.
"Schau Schazi, mir is doch eh kloa,
Dass des von dir a bleda Schmäh woa
Owa Schazi, ind jetzt bisd baff
Bei mir schdehsd a auf da Saff
Du glaubst vielleicht, du kannst mi roll'n
Des ham scho Aundre vor dir woll′n
Wiasd scho merkn, dass i ned so deppert bin
Du glaubst du schbüsd di da mit mir
Dabei schbüh i mi doch mit dir
Was wett ma Schazi, um was wett ma, dass i g'winn"
Original text by Wolfgang Danzer, it needs a translation so that everyone can understand it.
"Look darling, it's very clear to me
That that was a stupid joke from you
But now darling, and now you're speechless
With me you stand on the soap
You may think you can annoy me
Others have tried before you
You'll see that I'm not that stupid after all
You think you can play with me
I'm playing with you
We bet honey I'll win."
Finally, a poem by Jura Soyfer.
song of the common man
We may have once been human
Or will it be one day
If we recover thoroughly from all this,
But are we human today? No!
We are the name on the passport
We are the silent image in the mirror glass
We are the echo of a torrent of phrases
And echoes of dead echoes.
All humanity has long since been crushed
Let's not keep up the empty appearance!
We in our deeply dehumanized cities
Should people call us? No!
We are the street dust of the big city
We are the number in the land register,
We are the line in front of the stamp office
And all of our own shadows.
Should the human being in us one day free himself,
Is there a way to do this alone:
Hourly asking if we are human
Hourly give us the answer: No!
We are the poorly designed sketch
Of the person who first needs to be drawn.
A poor prelude only to the great song.
you call us humans? Wait with that!
Think man!
To my wife, I have to add one more thing, as difficult as it is for me: I love you!
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