By Serah Kahiu News/Propagada/tablod/Kadhalika reaching my roumor-mongering desk is that someone has called an Honorable Kiambu girl the "K" word... as in the (whispering) "KÎRÎGÛ" word? OMG!!! moto itawaka pahali... uuuuui aki ya ngai moto itawashwa! Mûndû nîanyitîrîre ma ndikahiûkîrwo... Kî whaaaaat?! For thee who not knoweth... The 'K' word is kind of a derogatory word given to a woman who has her Clitoris and labia Lips still on... as in they haven't gone through any form of genital mutilation... You see those days of tene, such mutilation was "fashionable" and the word was used to castigate the gals that went against the grain and refused the cut. Who had IT ALL On... Oh wait... when I explain it that way, sounds like it is not such a bad thing to be a kîrîgû... means the gal's got ALL her assets in place! hmmm forget 'kuwasha moto' let's drink and celebrate the wonderful and courageous Tûrîgû's across Kiambu county! These gals are on fire physically and Intellectually... They are the lifeline of this county... heck due to the 'completeness' of their assets, it is the reason that the county is the most overpopulated @2million... coz these women enjoy the act of baby making... And science of hormones(Endocrinology?) also asserts that a 'satisfied woman' is also very creative in biashara and other sectors of life! unlike nahuko kwingine naskianga wanang'oa everything to leave an inhumane ugly scar and a tiny hole!!! You'd think that one of those wannabe, striking Cosmetic surgeons would come up with a Pussy/Clit Reconstructive surgery to makeover the mutilated gals... instead of those useless eyebrows lift or botox! Soooo... cheers to we all Uncircumcised/Unclitorectomized Kiambu and Kenya gals! We Kîrîgû gals got it going on...and on... and on...!
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