I actually lived with a guy from Kenya for the better part of a year. Man was quite the Mad Pimp. I wish this song had been around for me to stick on his computer at the time, so he could endure the suffering I had fielding the calls from his thirty or so girlfriends on a nightly basis. :P
! I had a student from Kenya this year. Nice fella, good student, thoughtful and kind. He gave a presentation about why Kenya is the best place to visit in the whole world, with lots of reasonable tips.
My roommate once gave a presentation on the social mores and economic status of Kenya to my class of World Literature and afterwards, I got to hear every girl in the class talk about him in lustful, melting-into-puddle tones.
He wasn't a bad sort of fellow, also quite pleasant but just very, um, how to put it? Lascivious. Really did prove distracting and slightly harmful to my fragile ego. The powerful smell of musk in my room every night alone kinda threw me.
I've discovered something about college women - rather, chernobylred and kijjohnson educated me about this: Just like boys of that age, they're all full of hormones and spend most of each lecture doing the same things boys do. That is, making eyes, smiling and giggling to their little friends, and starting at guys' belt buckles.
Sheesh. I was better off not knowing that. It's distracting, that fog of pheremones.
And better than Norway for sure. Last summer, I had another student from Norway tell us why he doesn't want to go back. Lives on the northern tip, where it's dark all day for part of the winter. Suck. Kenya is WAY better!
While I've never met a truly Nordic person, I knew an exchange student from Sweden once in HS and he was quite a funny guy. He always spoke highly of Sweden but seemed reluctant to return once we showed him our pizza. He always did a frog dance of some sort to entertain people but I never got to see it.
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He wasn't a bad sort of fellow, also quite pleasant but just very, um, how to put it? Lascivious. Really did prove distracting and slightly harmful to my fragile ego. The powerful smell of musk in my room every night alone kinda threw me.
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Sheesh. I was better off not knowing that. It's distracting, that fog of pheremones.
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I, too, would prefer to live in Kenya to Norway.