MY SCAR MY CHOICE

MY SCAR MY CHOICE                  

     Childbirth moments are the toughest for any women and for the big boys who care to stand by their ladies in that room where mums swear by their mother’s names that they will never get back. How painful it is for mums in Pumwani where an agent of syndicate arrives as soon as the innocent baby’s cord is separated from the mother!

Caesarean Section popularly known as C-section has become the way to go for many of those who can swipe the card and would rather do with a bikini scar and run away from the pain and ‘agony’ of labour pains. Respect to all mothers and especially older generation who had up to eight children without the C-scar on them.

So, the big boys want their ‘gals’ to remain intact and suffer no pains and so they approve of them to get the scar in place of a less painful birth. A few cases warrant for the C-scar. However, most young woman are opting the C-way. It has become so trendy that normal childbirth appears to be the abnormal way. We choose the names, we choose the hospital, we choose the country of birth, the date and finally, we choose the ‘abnormal’ way in the place of the normal, even when we can do it in a normal way.

The Swahili proverb ‘Uchungu wa mwana aujuae mzazi’ (only one who has  borne a child knows how painful it is) made a lot of sense to me when I first left the delivery bed. I am not sure it would have impacted on me the same way it did if I went the C-way the first time, by choice.

Even with the advancement in technology and financial resources, it would be nice to bear the heat of motherhood and mother own child the normal way. The proverb (no pains no gains) makes a lot of sense and there is the joy in holding that little bundle of joy after going through labour for any woman. I feel that giving birth the natural way whenever possible is the way to go and not ‘my scar my choice’.

By Esther Mwangi.

HOW TO BLOG

Blogging can be quite tasking especially for people who are not typical writers.A group of communication graduate students opened bloghttp://mac6030teamawesome.blogspot.com/ an the following is their experience.Enjoy!

THE RENAISSANCE OF THE LOCAL BAR

What happened to local bars actually being local? When I say local, I mean same quality of product at a fair price. Now there is no difference between going to a club in bourgeois Westlands and going to a bar in Nairobi West.

The average person would want to spend not more that Ksh 2,000 on a loose night out and this is when you are feeling philanthropic to have tipped the waitress and the bar keep. What happened to beer being less that Ksh 100 (its not like they are using a new formula to make the stuff) and you are left with some extra cash to buy yourself a pair of socks. Yes, you can shop at a local bar. You can get anything from a nail cutter to a spare tyre from the discomfort of your bar stool.

At a local bar, the method for payment is always post paid. At a club, you pay upfront. I have always hated being asked to pay before I even feel the temperature of my beer bottle. Now, I am begging for it! At a local! I don't want to be caught off guard by a bill that shrivels the testes. Once bitten, twice shy. I had to ask for the manager so that he can explain to me the kind of establishment that he was running. Please, we need these demarcations. Don't entice me to a heavy bill. This girl still wants to go a club afterwards Mr, Manager.

I cringe every time the budget is being read because the only people who are penalized are the consumers of the EABL products in the name of sin tax. Which sin is this that I am committing? The places where these products are sold help people find love, strike multi million deals, escape from their wives and host the occasional 45th birthday party. You can discuss about the most trivial of matters when actually hearing what the other person is saying because the volume of the music is at a respectable level. We like this comfort, but shock on us Local lovers when a police lorry is backed up into the entrance of the establishment and the only way you can go is up with you boxers firmly affixed in your butt crack. Surely! Serikali, which sin is this that I am committing by enjoying my beer slightly after eleven. I am practically in my own house.

And the food, healthy food! Kuku Kienyeji, I maintain that this is the best chicken in the world. even if you bring KFC or McDonalds. Galitos is the only one close. I still await a worthy challenger. Your wife's cooking even! I will be brought some tepid water and a lemon to wash my hands and sizzling hot food just minutes after. Oh, the service. At the club, I just usually die of hunger and all she wants is shots! Jesus, save me! Those smokies outside the club are killing your libido people, even those eggs, eating them with your dirty hands, OUTSIDE the club. Have you no pride!

The last local bar association was interrupted by the police, ofcourse! Most of us have been scared to gather but, mark my words, there is a revolution coming. A renaissance of the local bar. Freedom is coming tomorrow!

Using 10% of the brain

Sunday 10pm, Julie Gichuru, one of Kenya’s most successful lady news anchors is signing off this week’s episode of Sunday Live(a show that airs on Citizen Television) . I am seated on the comfy sofa covered with a warm duvet as I lazily slurp the last sip of a cup of hot delicious chocolate. “Wow, this woman is quite a force to reckon with!”… Oh no! Its 10pm! My brain finally registers the time...I can’t believe the weekend is over…again! ‘I need to use my weekends better’ I mumble as I rush up the stairs into my room to start my ten page assignment due tomorrow. This has become my routine; the sudden realization that I have no time.  Why do I keep doing this? Why do I always seem to not have any time? Tomorrow is Monday, am so tired…it feels like a Friday, sigh!

 I started my graduate studies earlier this year with a lot of enthusiasm. I even attended the ‘not so popular’ orientation, did back to school shopping and made sure all my friends knew that Carol has gone back to school. I am that person who always loved academics. It is my dream to have about three master’s degrees and a doctorate. (My alter ego is laughing so hard at this point.) A dream that seems quite far -fetched at this point, do I realize that I cannot afford to use the same undergraduate script to get through graduate studies?

William James, a popular American philosopher and psychologist stated in the book ‘Energies of men’ that “We are making use of only a small part of our possible mental and physical resources”. From this, various researchers, analysts, bloggers, rumor mongers and even people who were just trying to sound smart came up with a myth that we only use about 10% of our brains. A movie titled ‘Lucy’ was even released to prove that the average human being uses only 10% of their mental and physical resources.

Lucy Official Trailer #1 (2014) - Scarlett Johansson Movie HD

I pride myself on being an innovative, ambitious, self driven woman of excellence. I am that person who gets things done. My bosses at work are happy with my performance and my teachers in school are not complaining either; All this while using only 10 % of my brain.Did I forget to mention that I work well under pressure? Hold that thought. When I talk of pressure, is this pressure external or is it self-imposed? Mmmmmh, now that’s a tricky question. How can I talk of being able to work well under pressure, yet I piled on all this pressure to myself? Why am I only starting my 10 page assignment at 10pm on a Sunday? Yes I will get my work done. I will deliver the assignment dully completed and well lets be honest…, averagely researched. I will sleep late and wake up tired, on a Monday! I will sluggishly go to work and give my average best… well am tired remember? Doesn’t this mean that I am simply a bad time and resource manager? Ok, I think I should stop there before I lose all the faith people have in me. Remember, I am still the innovative, ambitious and self- driven woman of excellence. But how much more innovative would I be if I utilized my time well? Perhaps we lose the 90% mental capacity while we waste time. We live in a generation that is thoroughly entertained and has time wasting as a hobby. Perhaps if we cut out the entertainment and the waste of time in meaningless engagements, we would be a generation that utilizes 100% of their brain. Imagine the exploits!

By Carolyne Kiambo

ENJOY DON'T ABUSE

By Patrick Mburu.

Thursday, Friday, Sato and others kila siku, are the days that we walevi call a time to reduce stress or  just be merry from the hassles and bustles of life; from school, work, draining relationships (both family and otherwise), to the nearest local pub, favorite bar , minibar or any other alcohol drinking zone.

Alcohol is a social drink, it is drunk for the people to be merry, even Benjamin Franklin once said that  ‘Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. There is a reason why Jesus changed water into wine and not into another nonalcoholic drink, food for thought.

Though you may want a release from everything negative from your life, don’t abuse the drink in front of yah, enjoy it. That is, don’t drink to get drunk simply enjoy the drink, drink for you to remember the events of yesterday, be the person taking photos of other drunk folks, if that’s your thing, be the person who enters a matatu gives 1 K for  a bill of 100 bob, and demands for change, be that guy. History tells that there is no shortage of alcohol but there is limitation in terms of your youthful self. Be drunk yes, but just enough for you not to forget and let life pass you by. Regret, is waking up the next morning and not remembering what happened yesterday, that’s  a couple of hours you won’t  be able to recover. 

Alcohol is meant to be enjoyed, a fun factor with the guys or ladies not a means to a way. Looks at the famous quotes known in Kenya today from Jameson, Jack Daniels, Pilsner, all beers, whiskeys, Gin, brandy and the rest, having them with the pals, is meant to be enjoyed not abused, because who will carry the other except the one who does the enjoying while the rest are abusing and he/she tells the rest how, that celebrity  who bought an entire round of whatever and you missed it, exactly who wants to be the one who is left out when such a conversation is been discussed,  exactly it’s got a bad vibe to it.

So great pals to be, let’s toast to the Easter holiday with a shot of whatever vodka, gin and brandy of your fancy, beer and wine. Cheers , have fun, enjoy alcohol  don’t abuse it.

THE NAIROBI FOOD BUFFET

Let me start by saying I am foodie, as in I love food and I love visiting new places to taste good food up until the day I went to try sea food and damn did I have a shocking realization. That is the day my tongue was so swollen to fit in my mouth and apparently if I stayed any longer my own tongue would have choked me to death, but no worries now I am good now but extremely sad that I will never experiment with oysters and the likes.

Now do not get me wrong I am not bougie, I love class but I like me my "kuku porno " from Mc fry's, but once in a while a girl needs to style up and go have some nice cuisine food, well definitely not sea food. So my dear readers today you will get some tips of choosing a restaurant to visit coz guess what you are what you eat. And just a side bar we foodies don't count calories because chewing is also exercise, just kidding, we walk it out later relax and have some fun now.

1. There are some obvious things like please know what you are planning to have for dinner whether its vegetarian, to Chinese, Italian or even the local joint nyama choma.

2. Proximity, the Kenyan people and anyone I know likes to sip on something grown up at dinner and sometimes it can be a little bit over two glasses and oh no way are we spoiling the fun with the hand of the law up our business. So make sure its close to home and no alco-blow will blow the party away.

3. Space and atmosphere. Do I really need to explain this, when you got out of the house you knew the kind of crowd your feeling like, jazzy soft music or you all the way turn up ratchet, I trust you to get this in control pumpkin.

4. Recommendations and GOOGLE. Oh this are your closest friends as around may be someone is a silent foodie and you sit right next to them. They will definitely have some insight that you don't so don't hold back and if your shy then Google is your friend. Everyone is on the world wide web these days and if they are not and no one is talking about them, hone y don't that is just a call for help.

5. Fun times, just make sure the place has your kind of vibe when you get there and no one said you cannot walk out the minute you smell a ........ I don't want to spoil your appetite.

From one foodie to another
Cheers to a great dinner party
Bernice Wairima

Review: Dr. Organic Products

As the name suggests, Dr. Organic products are a range of organic skincare products that are free from SLS, parabens, perfermes, artifical fragrances, petroleum and paraffin. I’m quite health-conscious and I read the label on all products before I buy. While in a Healthy U store recently, I came across these line of products and of course, my interest peaked. I went home & did some research on the line, liked what I saw, and gathered my coins to go buy them. I’ve been using them for about 2.5 weeks and so far, no complaints whatsoever.

The first thing I put in my cart was the deodorant. I’d wanted to switch to a brand without all those nasty ingredients but didn’t bother looking for one, thinking no-one would bother stocking it. The ingredients in Antiperspirants, particularly Aluminum, have been linked to breast cancer. Although there isn’t conclusive evidence, I’d still rather not take the risk. There are enough sources of cancer in our environment as it is so I’d rather keep my hygiene products as natural as possible. This deodorant won’t stop you from sweating because it’s not an antiperspirant. Sweat is 99% water and it only smells when exposed to bacteria outside the body. That’s where the job of deodorant comes in. It eliminates any potential odor. The first few days of using it, I kept asking my friends to smell me and tell me if I was reeking of body odor. Luckily, I wasn’t. It has a mild smell that’s fresh and didn’t interfere with my perfume. The liquid cream roll is is applied just like regular roll on and I recommend you apply it immediately after your shower, before oiling and dressing, so you can give it time to dry

I recently started Oil pulling (<—please watch this) every morning with Extra Virgin Coconut oil. It’s the first step I took towards a healthy oral routine it was only natural that I follow with another natural product! I’ve had bleeding gums on and off and since I was a kid, my dentist made me use some horrible toothpaste called Paradontax. Even though it worked, I seriously hated everything about it! Since I started this routine, I haven’t bled even once and it’s been almost 3 weeks! The toothpaste has a pleasant taste, a nice texture, and although it doesn’t foam as much as regular toothpaste, my teeth and mouth feel really clean and it leaves my breath fresh

Their shampoo also comes without the nasty stuff. I’ve been using regular shampoos since I started growing my hair back after the Mohawk I did 2 years back, coz I couldn’t find Sulphate and paraben-free ones anywhere. I hated shampoo days as my already dry hair always felt even more dry and stripped afterwards. I’m so used to nice smelling shampoos that foam like crazy so I’ll have to get used to this one as it smells just okay and doesn’t foam a lot (due to lack of SLS). It cleaned my hair and scalp well and didn’t leave my hair feeling dry which is what I was looking for. Next time I use it, I’ll put a small amount it in a bottle with a nozzle and mix it with a little water so I don’t end up using as much as I did the first time

Thanks for reading,

With Love,

GLADYS 

The Kenyan Metrosexual Man

    Remember the days when the salon was the preserve of women alone? Not anymore. There is a growing number of male customers in the salons and spas in Kenya with proprietors of these businesses changing fast to accommodate the newcomers.

    For the guys, this is commendable and the Eves do appreciate the new guy away from the  dry skin and rough nails as experienced from the traditional Adam to a sexier refined one who values his looks, loves style and fine things including fine liqour. I recon that you have to tweeze your eyebrows, apply some clear nail vanish and exfoliate that face to give the fresh smooth skin texture.  Your bathroom shelf holds several mosturizers and sunblock to maintain the smooth, fine look and feel.  Not forgetting your sleek lip balm to keep your lips soft. Yes, cracked chapped lips are hard to find on a Kenyan metrosexual guy.

    Not familiar with the buzzword yet? A metrosexual man is defined as a strait sensitive well educated urban dweller who is in touch with his feminine side. He is not a gay man.

    For avoidance of doubt, I appreciate well groomed men and there is no excuse for not taking care of oneself. Clean, neatly shaped nails and toes is not only hygienic but also trendy. The hair cut and the fine trim on the beard, waxing and hair mildly relaxed and tinted black gives him a polished look that one cannot gues his actual age. Ofcourse  many of us want to defy our age and appear younger, ladies being the biggest culprits.    

        Just a close look at the metro salon where the metro guy patronises,  situated on a big mall or a house with change of user to commercial user are the highly trained and friendly hair stylists  male and female adorned in their white uniform, the male stylists mainly do the hair trimming while the female beauticians perform other treatments and massage. On my next blog, i will discuss why most man preffer a massage by a masseuse (lady) to a masseur (man). Just one more thing, sharing of personal effects is a no no! so he carries his shaver to the salon.

    When i asked my friend Eva out for a drink at our usual home joint, she was quickly answered that Thursdays is her perfect girl's night.  Your gues is as good as mine, her boyfriend (Tevin) is a metrosexual who is keen on style, spends a relatively high amount of money on personal grooming and style, shopping for designer clothes and shoes and once in a while visits the gold souks in Dubai to update his jewellery. His ride speaks volumes whenever he drives it around the town or at a joint where he meets his boys. Sorry i digressed. So, his salon appointments falls on Thursdays but she doesn't accompany him to the salon, i gues he receives more attention than her but didn't want to interrupt as she continued continued explaining the much attention she receives from the public in his company.     

        Back to my conversation with Eva on Thursday, after two double tots JD ( Jack Daniels) she begins to open up and confesses that though she loves Tevin and really likes the looks of the refined man, the relationship is unfulfilling since Tevin can hardly offer anything close to what she grew up considering to be a manly task. A simple one likes fixing a bulb or a leaking tap in the house has to pay  the caretaker or a fundi, tasks which her dad used to do as a normal tasks. He defends his unwillingness to perform the tasks as he just had a manicure the previous day plus he needs to play golf the following day with a friend who placed a good bet on the game and cannot spoil his nails.

    Their bathroom is full of expensive lotions, sunscreens and scrubs and she has to wait for him in the car as he takes longer to leave the mirror whenever they have to leave the house. Shopping for man-targetted beauty products costs him enough money to give 'wings to fly' to a Kenyan bright needy child, thanks to Equity Bank for the initiative.

    The problem with the modern metrosexual man in Kenya is the lack of discernible depth which he needs to correct. It’s not as if there haven’t always been men who dressed well and appreciated beauty and class. It should however be that one part of their overall personas, and it certainly shouldn't be the main thing. When all is said and done, they are men first: husbands,fathers, boyfriends, protectors and hands on guys. They shouldn't be inclined to compete with their woman for the title of who looks the best and avoid manly tasks at the expense of style. It is given who should put the most effort into that, and who should continue hogging the mirror and taking more time in the salons and shopping malls.

Esther Mwangi

BAD MEMORY

Sometimes you are listening to someone or yourself, the T.V., a song or you are reading a magazine or a status update or you have an experience and something sticks. I have the memory span of a pigeon, so I am always excited when this happens. I’ll try and put down 5 statements, thoughts that have resonated and stayed with me. I hope they will resonate and stay with you as well.

1.      If you are not prepared to be wrong, you will never come up with something original.

This might be true. This statement has made me more daring, so I am usually making a fool out of myself, but in the end, I have realized that I was glad that I tried.

2.      I’ll probably not go down in history, but I will go down on your sister

This is funny because it can be true.

3.      The devil is a lie!

Once again these rappers blew my mind, with their double entendre and deep poetry.  Then I heard the same statement in an R&B song. Statements like this are meant to keep you guessing. My guess was that the black man should refuse his fatalistic instincts and start taking responsibility and charge of his environment. I suddenly became interested in curing cancer.

4.      Feminists have sex for pleasure

This was the hardest and busiest afternoon of my life. It ended with a lecture and I was convinced to stop watching porn.

5.      Does the question, “When are you going to settle down?”

a.      Motivate you

b.      Amuse you

c.       Provoke homicidal thoughts

As soon as I read this question on this magazine called Couture, I started looking for strong sturdy areas where I could secure a rope with a noose. I became obsessed and I was now scanning roofs in the office, in class, street lights. Apparently it had the answer on the next paragraph. This motivated me to stop reading fashion magazines.

We should all try and forget more. Gin helps sometimes!

TILL THE GRAVE DOES US PART

I have heard about girls dating older men…I mean, really aged men; but I have never had a personal experience on the matter. Now hold your horses, refrain from your judgments…no, I am not the one dating a super senile guy, I am just trying to say that I have never interacted with anyone who likes them old. Speaking of judgments…am I being judgmental when I say that people should date people their own age, or at least a small age gap? What on earth would you find attractive in a 67 year old man? I know people have very bizarre fetishes, but surely...Old, rugged, droopy skin? Certainly not! What fulfillment would a 20 year old supple beautiful, well educated girl find in literally robbing the grave? Ops, forgive my ignorance. I forgot about the money. It’s all about the mulla right? After all, a girl must hustle and hustle hard.

What world have I been living in? I mean, I have seen the ‘Girls in the playboy mansion’ –a popular reality show on the E Channel, watched movies where ‘robbing the grave’  was the order of the day…but nothing had quite prepared me for the shock I received last Saturday. I met Sherry through Melisa whom we have been friends since high school. Sherry is one of those obviously beautiful women. She is always clad in well fitting, flimsy and motley clothes. Her hair is always in place and her feet are forever in six inch high stilettos. At her age, she is the most educated woman I know. At 23 years of age, Sherry is pursuing her doctorate in clinical psychology and has a very well paying job.

It is this background that sent me to the shock of my life when I learnt that Sherry was dating a 67 years old big bellied man. Melisa had invited me for her birthday party which she insisted we must bring a date. In the spirit of obeying the birthday girl, I forced my boyfriend suit up and join me for the evening occasion. The occasion was well attended by Melisa’s friends.Me being a melancholic sat in the corner with my boyfriend. After all, these were all Melisa’s friends whom I didn’t know. At around 8pm, Sherry strutted in a little black dress accompanied by a man who looked like her father, uncle or even grandfather. Happy to see a common face, I dashed to say ‘hi’ to her completely ignoring the man. No sooner had I finished hugging Sherry than she introduced me to her fiancé. The horror in my face betrayed me. Let’s just say Sherry has never spoken to  me again and I did not get an invite to her wedding.I have resigned my self to  getting updates from her Facebook and Instagram  accounts.I guess for her,it For better for worse,until the grave does them part.

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A LONG DISTANCE KIND OF VALENTINE

         The weekend of love is finally here and trust me the ladies in Nairobi have been looking forward to it and they all have different reasons for it me included. The Nairobi 'mamacitas' have already faced so much disappointment from the banning of the 50 shades of grey movie so the men who thought they could get away with it this weekend, all plans cancelled now they have to pull up your socks especially if you had not made any plans at all. Words of wisdom guys, if your to late or too broke to afford dinner reservations, just make sure you have good chocolate and good wine not the cheap brand and not wafers that is not chocolate.

             The world today is different in terms of love and relationships. There are ladies who have agreed to fit in the box of friends with benefits, basically the ladies that do not expect a lot from any man this weekend and she has agreed to settle to meeting up with her beau on the 15th or 16th. Then there is the legit wife or girlfriend, the lady who knows its her and her alone to be catered to this weekend then the single woman, yea that chic in your office who has already bought  herself a box of chocolate and a bouquet of flowers and has made sure you have all noticed, but deep down she knows she will be sleeping alone and she might not get a good night telephone call from that man she has been eyeing. OH! Lets not forget the young lady being kept in limbo by a certain guy who cannot get a hint even if it him in the head. But there is one particular lady who I worry about the lady in along distance relationship. How does she do it?

                  Sometimes it can really be hard for a lady to deal with having your loved one far from you but this is the part I say "honey child thank Jesus for the internet." Thanks to the internet long distance relationships have been made simpler you can now have digital face time with apps like skype, viber, facebook, snaptu which sometimes are the same sites to credit for the culmination of these kinds of relationships. In this article I will give two of the best ways to spice up the romance while kilometers apart.

                  According to the Spoon University website, one way to do it is serve and have dinner together not forgetting the candles and wine. Basically it will be like having dinner together. I understand you will not be able to hold his hand or tap him on the back when he makes you giggle but its time together you can get that you couldn't get together before the internet.

                     Number two, send each other care baskets to arrive on the day you are scheduled to have dinner. Send each other things that would help the rate of missing each other. Ladies try and make it a bit tantalizing, put one of your lingerie pieces that he has utter fancy for, oh! and don't forget to spray your cologne on that, it might him make him come home faster.

                     Ladies and gents no one is holding you back from a bit raunchy this valentine with your beau, its valentine for crying out load go ahead, the site did not say you have to have dinner with your lover in dinner dresses if you feel like dressing up have fun and if you feel like being half naked then it's just the two of you, make it count. At the end of the day you know your significant other better than anyone else if you have been listening to her I have no doubt that this valentine will go well for you , but please rise up to the occasion and don't say anything that would make date night go wrong.


From one lover to another,
Happy valentines.
Bernice Wairima 

DANCE IN KENYA

By Patrick Mburu

Dance has always been celebrated in Kenya,  back during the hippie times to now in our generation. But unlike in our grandparents and parents time where dance was about  practice, innovation to a more better and attractive move, dance today has stagnated. Today, the so called dancers have to be paid to dance innovatively, Kenyans  are dancing  like how they see in music videos, i.e. if they can hack it in our limited dance floors in the many clubs and bars in Kenya. If they can not hack the music dance then they opt to do the same remedial dance that they were taught the first time. That dance that took  them to their happy place. Ladies grind their asses, and dry hump that dude they like or intent to know better and guys pretend they like it just to be able to chipo her later on.

From the rave in Westy, to the one in Langata, to the one in Rongai, to the one in Town, to the one in  Roysambu, to the one in Kasarani, to the one in Naxs, to the one in Naivasha, Coast, Machakos; the trend is the same. It’s like there was a kamkunji that limits you from fully changing the moves to something better. It’s sad that sober guys dance the same moves like wasted people, what's with that? Where is the ulevi pride? Fadhali ungespend pesa buying yourself pizza or some non-dietary foodstuff or even spend that money buying something nice for your parents than drinking yourself to kingdom come, then dancing like your sober, what's the point??

At least that old guy who was there during the 80’s try and blend the new and the old, if he or she doesn’t break a bone and it is easy to do. A young guy who is a copycat will try the same moves to impress and get somewhere, but when there is a change in songs the copycat will crawl back to their shell and do the same remedial dance as before, like two steps forward and fifteen steps behind, that’s retrogressive. According to studies , the first dance practice is in front of a mirror first alone, then in front of family or friends as the audience. Out of experience and observation from different counties, makes me wonder, where is the progress, maybe the next generation will shame you. 

It’s so bad, that ladies dry hump even to gospel, whatever happened to respect to The Almighty or at least religion, just because gospel is being played by our club Dj, your mind hits grinding, that just sad, how is dry humping related to gospel?? Don't say that we are all sinners, even the devil himself respects God, but our club dancers, seriously?? 

 On the bright side, guys who can't dance can imitate people who try to, with their amateur dance moves, in those small dance areas in clubs and bars. Practice in front of the bathroom mirror and perfect the small acquired skill and then go brag that they have the best moves in town, they might get laid as a result, because it is amateur night.