SOME A RAY AND SOME A SCRAPE FIND DI RAYS AND SCRAPERS PLEASE

NEIL I HOPE A NUH SO SO BOLAS IN THAT DRAWZ…I SHUDDER TO THINK THAT A MAN YOUR SIZE WOULD BE WALKING WITH SUCH A TOOL

A 20 year old man at Nkawie-Kubin, a suburb of Kumasi in the Ashanti region has cut off his penis in a bizarre suicide attempt.
Ernest Obeng is alleged to have earlier attempted committing suicide by hanging but relatives intervened. He later slashed off his own penis with a knife just when his brother went inside to get help from an uncle.

Ernest was rushed to the Komfo Anokye Teaching hospital where he is receiving treatment. His brother, Kwame Ntim told XYZ News he noticed Ernest was not alright when he accompanied him to join a vehicle.

Kwame Ntim said on reaching home, he realized that his brother was wielding a knife threatening to stab himself and after failing to overpower him, he rushed to seek help from an uncle.

When they returned to the room, Ernest Obeng had cut off his manhood and was hanging on a rope.
RadioXYZonline

Olympic champion expects to bounce back from poor performance … says only London matters

Despite a less than convincing performance in Ostrava a few days ago, when he clocked the slowest 100m time in his professional career, world’s fastest man Usain Bolt says he is unaffected with London Olympic Games just a few months away.

The double Olympic Champion has struggled to explain the 10.04 clocking which, despite being good enough to claim first place at the Golden Spikes meet, looked a long way off an average day, let alone his best. After spending an eternity in the starting blocks, Bolt struggled to overtake the field, but got the better of Kim Collins (St Kitts and Nevis) 10.19 and Darvis Patton (US) 10.22.

my rivals

“I don’t know what my rivals will think about it,” Bolt told UK online publication (www.walesonline.co.uk).

However, the athlete has made it clear that he will not be bothered by only one race and that the focus remained defending his titles at the London Games.

“It’s all about the Olympics. Losing one race, losing two races doesn’t matter, it’s about getting to the Olympics and doing your best.”

However, the last time the athlete failed to break the ten second barrier was on a cold wet night in Toronto, in a race that there were three false starts and he admits that he continues to be puzzled by the performance. Bolt began the season in impressive form with a 9.82 clocking at the Jamaica International Invitational and looked to be well on his way back to top form.

“My legs kind of felt dead. I don’t know the reason. Hopefully I can figure out what went wrong and I can fix it for the next run. I never felt the power out of my legs. It was going through the motions, really.

“Normally when I run I can tell what went wrong. Normally I can. I didn’t feel as explosive running from the blocks. My first 40 was really, really bad,” he said.

“It was just a bad day, I have to get past it and look forward to the next one.

“Losing one race, losing two races doesn’t matter, it’s about getting to the Olympics …”.

A Return to God

I am an only child. By nature, I am very objective, independent, and non-emotional. Although raised by a remarkable Christian mother, I started rejecting Christianity when I was a teenager. By the time I left home for college, I had totally wandered away from any form of relationship with God.

I spent over 20 years focusing on personal achievement and secular success. I majored in finance at Georgetown, studied comparative business at Oxford, received my law degree from Berkeley, worked in stereotypical glass-towered law firms, started my own technology law practice, and served in management for a high-growth telecommunications company. To me, life was about self and success. I didn’t have time for spiritual or emotional things. I operated on a stable and selfish plane — and I liked it that way.

When my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1995, I automatically dropped into my natural state. I provided energy, positivism, and intellectual counsel. I focused on the inevitable victory of recovery, rather than the daily drudgery of treatment. As my mother probably expected, I removed myself from the emotional, and concentrated on my role as the strong-willed only child with the unyielding positive attitude.

On October 5, 1999, everything began to change. My mother had just endured another round of chemotherapy, and she was scheduled to get her test results. She called and asked if I would attend the visit with her oncologist. (My mother had learned to always bring two sets of ears when test results and future treatment options were discussed.) Since her husband, Bob, was unable to attend, I agreed to take a morning off work to help my mom “collect information.”

As I sat and listened, the bottom of my stomach dropped to the floor. In an instant, my detached positivism started to shake at the seams. I listened as we were told about elevated cancer markers and a diminishing list of treatment alternatives. I was trying to get my emotional bearings, as the oncologist and my mother were talking about the tradeoff between ongoing treatment and quality of life.

Then it finally hit. . .

The reality of the disease, the reality of the prognosis, the reality of fewer and fewer treatment options, the reality that this was my precious mother enduring this real pain, the reality of life, and the reality of death. All of a sudden, I felt very awkward and alone. I was shocked by the truth of my mother’s disease and emotional about her uncertain future. It was then and there that I realized I needed to do more than mask feelings with supposed intellect and positivism.

After the doctor left, my mother looked into my eyes and saw right down to my heart. She reached out and grabbed my hand. She prayed — I cried. (Actually, other than casual prayers before holiday meals, this was the first time I had prayed in over 20 years. It was also the first time I had cried in nearly as long.)