@Taswalu , l saw you boldly scaring people while with @PrimAsiimwe , threatening to have bullied @Ksheebah1 . Anyway; the boldest audacity in the kingdom is a bat attempting to teach the eagle how to navigate the heavens. Listen, let the dust settle on that microphone because empty vessels do not merely make noise , they produce a deafening, discordant symphony of irrelevant rancor. You sit upon a phantom throne of cheap scrutiny, armed with borrowed bravado and venomous rhetoric , desperately trying to clip wings that were forged in the furance of unyielding grit. As the ancient proverb warns,: the dog may bark incessantly at the passing moon , yet the lunar sphere continues it's celestial trajectory , entirely undisturbed by the frantic howling below. Sheebah is a towering mahogany tree anchored deep in the red soil of legacy , while you tirades are merely fleeting chaff tossed helplessly into the wind. Like the parable of the sun and the gale, you blow with bitter frenzy , believing your bitter gusts can strip away her armour , utterling blind to the fact that her warmth and endurance only make her bundle her mantle of greatness tighter. One cannot measure the ocean 's depth with a broken domestic spoon , nor can a spectator who has never set foot on the battle field critique the scars of an empress who commands legions. Sheebah does not answer the chatter of the swamp , for the lioness doesnot consult the cricket before she roars. Retire the petty theatrics , drink from the calabash of humanity and cover up your ugly , smelly lavatory mouth hole. @PlayitLoudNow