Life is a storm, my fellow talkers

You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you an elder is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as @patco did to @Mundu Mulosi Bs Ms Ma PhD and ScD when threatened with exile to Siberia. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you: as villagers, as elders!

The Scythians (about 9 BC to 4 AD) neutered war horses.

Hii kijiji watu huichukulia serious ka blood presha:D:D

Some ask for the storm then complain when it begins to rain…or vice versa… :smiley:

Some people have no friends, family or any social group. Online anonymous forums like this one is all they have for fun and interaction.