Friday, 28 March 2014

The evils that women do in Dubai - Part II

I have never given a thought of the way I would die, albeit in a foreign country. However, dying in the place of someone who I loosely had meaningless campus sex seemed to me not a very honourable way to be summoned to the next life. 

These were thoughts running through my mind as I made my way to Deira, a historically commercial center in Dubai to apparently meet Cindy’s cute, nice and caring Kenyan guy. The guy she suspected was married and was only interested in her strictly for purposes of drinking the milk without necessarily buying the cow (read sex with no strings attached). Arriving at Deira I melted into some dingy corridor, and stopped by a smoky isle where I swallowed half a roll of mutura (read Kenyan sausage) before I checked into Majestic Bar where I was to meet Cindy.

Men who drank at Majestic Bar during the day, majority of them being of African genealogy, looked like junior corrupt civil servants skipping work, or coming to enjoy the toil of their corruption. They wore low-priced clothes and carried fake and cheap four-sim card Chinese iphones. My love with Majestic Bar was due to the fact that it had very cute waitresses with very generous user-friendly blow job smiles. In addition, these sexy waitresses as a matter of professional code of conduct and ethics had taken to wearing sensual mini-skirts and extremely tight spaghetti tops that left nothing to the imagination. And hey in case you didn’t know, alcohol tastes sweeter when served by a sexy pretty thing who is ready to go beyond the call of duty to make the customer 'comfortable'.

Cindy was dressed in a flimsy one-shoulder frog dress. What was interesting even more about her was the fact that she was never fully dressed without a generous smile. And though she sometime spoke like a confused Canadian porn star, had a pansy attitude and wasn’t visually spectacular like an upcoming Columbian movie star, she nonetheless looked sassy, sexy and edgy. She was the queen of opulence and was pretty much unapologetic about it. And why should she be apologetic when some dumb ass had volunteered to pay her rent and buy her all types of weaves in the world?

She lived in a pint-sized servant quarters crib in Dubai Marina where she paid a monthly rent of 100,000 Kenya Shillings. You know with that kind of rent, you can get a four bedroom house in Deira. Of course, she had gone all Nigerian on me (read she put her hands on her waist, slapped me with an angry Yoruba look and cursed the spirits of mediocrity) when I mentioned it to her. Amazingly, that was Cindy for you. She looked like an angel but spoke like a demon.

The cute, nice and caring Kenyan guy had joined us a while later. He was a dashingly tall individual carrying big lips and dotted frustrated scars on his face. From where I was sitting, he hardly represented an image of royal elegance and seemed to have a disturbed sense of humour. I was introduced to him as Cindy’s elder brother. You know, the one who was working in one of those Sub-Saharan African countries where the devil wears high heels, drinks tequila shots and enjoys orgasm. Frankly, I didn’t care so much about what Cindy said about me. In any case, the more she lied about me the better I felt. In any case, I was on an undercover, top secret kind of mission to unravel the guy’s sexual disposition.

His name for legal and socio-economic purposes was Hendricks. In his own words and wisdom, or lack of it, he indicated promulgating the name while in college because he liked the way it slid on his lips. Wherever, I almost blurted. From my preliminary surveillance, Hendricks was a stout, tall black, huge-framed man whose pursuit of happiness involved staring at Cindy’s cleavage and literally molesting skimpily dressed women in the bar with his eyes.

Although Cindy seemed to be taken in by his charm and questionable taste for expensive drinks, for me he was no less than a charcoal-skinned humourless sugar daddy who was carrying angry scars on his face, under his chin and around his elbows. With all fairness, as I chit-chatted with Cindy (remember I was her elder brother) the man looked lost and confused, momentarily hiding behind his exhausted smile. And any moment he got to speak, he spoke as if he had the monopoly of information on what exactly happened to the missing Malaysian Flight 370. 

Hendricks had attempted to indulge me in Sub-Saharan African geo-political conversation, a deliberation which I successfully either ignored or mildly commented on. An hour later, as Samba Mapangala’s Marina tune was playing in the background in ear-splitting volume, it was time to interrogate Hendricks' love life. First and foremost, I wanted to know when he was planning to meet Cindy’s family, you know, our parents. Because from the look of things, I had diplomatically noted in my stern presidential voice, they seem to be serious about each other and about a long term serious commitment.

I swear were it not by the fact that he was a stout, huge-framed man, his jaw could have dropped to the ground. Hendricks had finally caught his breath and whispered something to me, after what appeared as an eternity of silence,. As I shouted at the top of my voice that I couldn’t hear him, he had removed his phone, which was ringing and had indicated that he was going to answer it outside.

Ooh! Boy! This one will be a hard nut to crack, I had thought as I watered my throat with my double Jack Daniels. In the meantime, no sooner had Hendricks left the table than had Cindy who was sitting extremely close to me, with extra-judicial aggression planted an erotic kiss on my holmberry lips. I had immediately slapped her with a blank look sheepishly parched on my face. Clearly not knowing what to make of it, she had leaned closely and whispered in my ears that I should remember that it’s been years, and sadly, we have never had break-up sex.

Since I’m yet to experience the joy of impregnating a woman, every Christian bone in my being had said a boisterous Amen. And as my heart was busy dancing in my tongue, my wicked mind was already busy orchestrating ideas of facilitating the break-up sex. A roaring lion does not catch any prey, goes an Acholi proverb. I had warned my night stick downstairs after I felt some unorthodox movement of excitement. 

Well, for a guy who never let tragedy go to waste, without wasting time I fastidiously sneaked my right hand under the table and into her oleaginous thighs. Armed with the African adopted colonial Supreme Court kind of decorum and judicial audacity, I had moved closer to her and whispered in her ears a parental discretion of me carrying a long, hungry African sausage that seemed compliantly designed to cause fat rocky orgasm.

At that moment, Hendricks had walked back in looking even more confused and sleepy. He had fleetingly slapped me with that impatient look teachers reserve for retarded students. Not to be intimidated, I had slapped him back with that homicide look wives reserve for their annoying mother-in-laws. Twenty minutes later of serious professional journalistic interrogation had bared no success. Hendricks like a cunning village rabbit was dodgy in his answers, rude in his appearance, arrogant in his tone and flamboyant in his outlook. And just as I was about to rudely confront him for phacking ‘my sister’ yet he doesn’t seem committed or serious about her, somehow my spying mission was suddenly invigorated and pretty much given a new lease of life. 

She was slightly tall and flabby. Ostensibly in her early forties and had a fairly dark complexion which gave her an appearance of a spiteful drama queen. She was wearing some kind of a second-hand weave that looked to have purely been invented for prostitutes. Evidently she must have been around six months pregnant. The most noticeable characteristics about her were a curious reluctant scar above her left eye. Scratching her head in mildly irritated contempt, she had quietly approached our table and taking advantage of the element of surprise, without notice she suddenly descended on the poor Hendricks with fits, kicks, and blows.

As she shouted her lungs out, while at the same time punching the poor defenseless guy, she had proceeded to painfully narrate how the lowly Hendricks wasted his poor janitor salary on prostitutes and alcohol (read Hendricks worked as a cleaning attendant in a hotel in Dubai). Apparently, and sadly hilarious, the poor Hendricks had completely ignored providing for his family which included paying rent and taking care of his now pregnant wife. The lady, who it was now obvious was Hendricks’s wife had completely degenerated into teenage tantrums.

Hilariously, while the poor guy was being kicked and punched by his arbitrary menopausal wife to the excitement of drunkards in the bar. Like a wise Cheetah in the Masai Mara National Park, I had sneaked the absolutely flabbergasted Cindy out of the bar through the back door. As we parted ways, I couldn't help but be amazed of how twisted Cindy's life really was. With my boldness now strengthened, my next mission was confronting the odiero. The falling of a dead leaf is a warning to the green ones, goes a Nigerian proverb. 

to be concluded...

The evils that women do in Dubai - Part I

For three years we were at the University of Nairobi cracking our heads to understand the laws of Journalism and Mass Communication, I was the man who solely prided himself in oiling her cleavage. She was a purely minted pretty thing who etymologically caused my heart to thump, my knees to be weak and my faculty of reasoning and judgement be compromised. 

Unfortunately as the gods would wish, we  each went our separate ways after we graduated when she went to Dubai to work. Save for a few pleasantries on Facebook, over the years we did our best to mind our own business, though deep inside I knew our hearts were still synchronized. 

From her a million photos which she religiously posted on Facebook, it was obvious she was a big baller in Dubai, living the glamorous  life on the fast lane with no care in the world, or at least that's the impression one got.  For personal reasons, I never told her I was in Dubai until two days ago when we bumped into each other at a supermarket at Dubai Marina Mall. She gently tapped my shoulder at the queue. As I turned to inquire about the rather Kenyan behavior, there immaculately standing behind me was the beautiful Cindy. 

Interestingly, while almost everyone around me was shopping for bread, milk, vegetables and the like. I seem to be the only one who was shopping for, well, how do I say this without sounding promiscuous? Okay, I was the only one shopping for big church-like coloured candles, an English copy of a miserably translated Kamasutra book and a litre of cheap Arabic massage oil. 

As I awkwardly chit-chatted with Cindy, her eyes somehow couldn’t stop staring at the content of my shopping. Well, not to be startled by her military surveillance, I had audaciously paid for my assortment and was about to melt into the street when she suggested that we catch a drink for old times’ sake. Navigating between the illusions of objectivity and the borders of subjectivity, I had respectfully though frankly speaking, reluctantly agreed.

Cindy wore her skirt so short as if the tailor had run out of material while stitching it, or she had ran out of money to pay for the full dress. She dressed in a way that said she wasn’t a whore and neither was she a virgin. And though she had a laugh that could wake up the dead, she was nevertheless a sparkling voluptuous girl with an infectious smile. She worked as an insurance agent in one of the struggling insurance brokerage firms in Dubai.

As we settled down for a drink at the nearby pub, from preliminary observation, she seemed to be consumed with my appearance, a revelation which I had conveniently ignored. Nonetheless, I must confess sheepishly that seeing Cindy after all these years somehow brought back the good old memories we shared together while young and restless campus lads. As I irrigated my throat with hot Turkish coffee, my mind had hurriedly started consulting my relevant body organ with the intention of promulgating her.

Unfortunately for me, my flight of imagination had quickly dissipated when it dawned on me that she was wearing a wedding ring, or so I thought. Being a keen observer and listener, it didn’t take long to figure out that something about Cindy wasn’t just adding up. As much as she desperately tried to depict a happily-ever-after kind of Dubai middle class lifestyle. Evidently, her misery was palpable on her weather-beaten face and even her attempt to put on a forced smile underneath her heavy make-up kept quickly fading away as she tried to indulge me in non-clandestine cheap talk. Having been taught journalism by the great Viny Kapoor Swami Narayan Guru, arguably the father of South Indian journalism, I had no choice but to squeeze the truth out of her.

Ever since I used to casually oil her cleavage mostly for the exchange of materialistic things, Cindy had always been attracted to men with deeper pockets and a taste for finer things in life. Certainly, she had no apologies for it. Conventionally, as a smart campus fellow, I had no objections with this, since once in a while we used to share the loot she got from her affluent male lovers. And as much as my campus boys used to accuse me of warming my way into her skirt because of her money, for me I was getting the full package – sex and money. Of course, I too, had no apologies for it.

Now sitting opposite me years later in downtown Dubai, Cindy looked harangued, henpecked and limp like a rose flower three days after Valentine’s Day. Quite honestly, being a guy who could never let tragedy go to waste, I had sympathetically inquired if all was well on her end. Cindy in her unmistakably flamboyant way of narrating had a story to tell. I kept listening to her while absent-mindedly nodding my head in agreement like a village goat to everything she said. Frankly speaking, the more she talked, the less I listened. Two hours later, this is pretty much what she was saying: two years ago she met an odiero (read a white man) at some fancy hotel here in Dubai. They started dating on and off (whatever that means). However, for the last four months the odiero has been avoiding her like some Biblical Egyptian plague.

Then four months ago she met, in her own words, this cute, nice and caring Kenyan guy. Problem is - she wasn’t sure whether the Kenyan dude was the one, you know Mr. Right. Her suspicion was fueled by the fact that despite him treating her literally like a goddess (read he paid her rent and bought her expensive weaves). He never picked her phone calls from late evening and has never invited her in his house, preferring to always hang out at her place. Apparently the Kenyan guy says he wasn’t married but Cindy still has her doubts. Now, this is what almost cracked me up. She was considering spying on the guy.

As Cindy looked at me with jaundiced eyes, waiting for a divine-kind of Solomonic wise response, all I could do was stare at her cleavage wondering why it had parallel stretch makers. After making inquiries with her gravely eyes, she had continued. She wanted me to meet both men and help her figure out whether; first, the odiero loves her or was seeing another woman. Two, she wanted to know whether this other cute, nice and caring Kenyan guy was married and if he was just using her. 

Bitch are you phacking out of your mind? I wanted to shout out. But then I remembered the thousand times this daughter of Eve freely and whole heartedly allowed me to oil her cleavage with pretty much no strings attached. Yawa, the least I could do was meet these two idiots and give her feedback of my assessment. Well, with that the die was cast and my brief spying career launched, albeit in a foreign country.

A man, who cannot marry because he is poor, says all women are witches, goes a Nigerian proverb. As for my big assignment, maybe, just maybe, all men were actually witches. 

to be continued...

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

The Dubai Mall: Simply mind boggling

If you are a vivid follower of this blog, I'm sure by now you are used to terms such as world's biggest, largest, tallest and so on with regard to Dubai. Well, it gets even better. Welcome to the Dubai Mall, here we go again - the world's largest shopping mall based on total area.

Located robustly next to Burj Khalifa, the world's tallest building, the Dubai Mall is simply mind boggling. Its essentially a whole City in its own right. Getting completely lost inside the mall is very easy. And perhaps its for this reason that the mall is dotted with thousand of sign posts in addition to security personnel who for more than anything else are reduced to 'tour guides'. 

The Dubai Mall is over 13 million square foot, which is equivalent to 50 football pitches and has a total internal floor area equivalent to 55 hectares (136 acres). The mall has, wait for this, a 250-room luxury hotel, 22 cinema screens, 120 restaurants and cafes. It has over 14,000 parking spaces across 3 huge car parks, with valet services and a car locator ticketing system. 

According to Gulf News, the Dubai Mall attracts more than 200,000 shoppers a day, and in 2013 over 75 million people visited the mall, making it the most visited retail destination in the world for the third consecutive year. Consumed by the curiosity of a village cat, I wanted to find out exactly why the Dubai Mall rocks. My first stop predictably was the Dubai Aquarium and Under Water Zoo. Okay, before I loose you, we are still in the mall.

The Dubai Aquarium and Under Water Zoo
The 10-million litre aquarium tank, located on the Ground level of the mall, is one of the largest suspended aquarium in the world. It houses thousands of aquatic animals, comprising over 140 species. Over 400 Sharks and Rays live in this tank, including the largest collection of Sand Tiger Sharks in the world. The aquarium measures 51 metres in length, 20 metres in depth and 11 metres in height. Visitors can experience the aquarium through a walk-through tunnel below the surface of the aquarium, glass-bottom boat ride above the aquarium, Cage Snorkeling and Shark Dive. The Under Water Zoo is also located in the mall, and I will leave the photos to do the talking. 

Shop, Shops, Shopping
With over 1,200 shops, the Dubai Mall has clearly given the word shopping a new meaning. In fact the mall even as a Fashion Avenue, which features some of the world's major brands and accounts for around 50 per cent of all luxury goods sold in Dubai (Source, the Gulf News). The Dubai Mall has indeed given a new impetus to the Dubai Shopping Festival, the biggest shopping and entertainment extravaganza in the Middle East. 

In addition, the mall also houses the Duba Ice Rink, a multipurpose venue that uses refrigeration plant technology by developing 1.5 inches of ice bed. The Dubai Ice Rink can host a capacity of up to 20,000 guests. There is also the SEGA Republic, a theme part where visitors can enjoy over 150 amusement games. 

Sites and Sounds of Dubai

Monday, 24 March 2014

Let's talk about money: Douglas Waudo open talk on Personal Financial Management

Douglas Waudo shares his mistakes, experiences, lessons learned and achievements on personal financial freedom after going through the Centonomy 101™ – Personal Financial Management Course in October 2013. He delivered the talk during the Centonomy Open Day held at the Nairobi National Museum on January 18, 2014. 
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Sunday, 23 March 2014

The Magnificent Dubai Fountain

I visited the Dubai Fountain on Saturday, March 22, 2014 and I'm honoured to share with you a brief video clip of the amazing and splendid that is the Dubai fountain.

The Dubai Fountain is the world's largest choreographed fountain system set on the 30-acre manmade Burj Khalifa Lake. The fountain can spray 83,000 liters of water in the air at any moment, and shoots water jets up as high as 150 metres (500 ft), equivalent to that of a 50-storey building. Illuminated by 6,600 lights and 25 colored projectors.The beam of light shining upward from the fountain can be seen from over 32 kilometres away, and will be visible from space making it the brightest spot in the Middle East, and quite possibly in the entire world.

The fountain is 275 m (902 ft) long and shoots water up into the air accompanied by a range of classical to contemporary Arabic and world music. It was built at a cost of USD 218 million. The fountain is next to Burj Khalifa, the world's tallest building and the Dubai Mall, the world's largest shopping mall. The fountain show starts at 6pm, every 20 minutes until 10pm on weekdays and until 11pm on weekends. Each show runs between 3-5 minutes and is witnessed daily by a huge crowd. I shared the video just to give you a slight idea of how marvelous and mind-boggling indeed the whole experience truly is.Click this link to check out a brief video clip of the magnificent Dubai Fountain show

Saturday, 22 March 2014

Abu Dhabi: Laid back, shy, coy and polite

Abu Dhabi is the capital and the second most populous city in the United Arab Emirates and also the capital of the largest of the UAE's seven member emirates. I spent three days in Abu Dhabi and it was time well-worth it. In brief, this are some of the key Abu Dhabi attractions:

The Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque
As a visitor, the first thing anyone asks you in Abu Dhabi is whether you have visited the grand mosque. I was asked by the guy who was serving me Jack Daniel's at the hotel's bar. I was asked by the seemingly confused waitress who checked me in at the hotel. Curiously, even Abdulrahim, the valet guy asked me if I visited the grand mosque. 
Well, the grand mosque is this amazingly beautiful, whitewashed mosque and is one of the top attractions in Abu Dhabi. Its the eighth largest mosque in the world and the largest mosque in the United Arab Emirates. At full capacity it can accommodate more than 40,000 worshippers. Best part about the mosque is that non-worshippers are welcome to freely visit the mosque daily and take as many photos as they can. I even recorded several video clips of the place. The mosque is simply a magnificent marvelous art of structural engineering. Its elegant, absorbing, even assertive. The interior is simply absolutely breathtaking. 

Capital Gate
Its one of the buildings I had read about while in Kenya, and predictably I was so curious to see. In fact as the gods would wish the Capital Gate was one of the my awesome and stunning view right from the window of my hotel room, just barely 100 meters away. This skyscraper, affectionately nicknamed the 'leaning tower of Abu Dhabi', is an architectural marvel. It has been specially designed to lean at an angle of 18 degrees (almost four times the gradient of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, in Italy) and stands 160m tall. Due to its leaning gradient, I swear I kept starring at it through my hotel room expecting it to kind of fall down. 

Aldar HQ
I had watched a documentary of how the Aldar HQ was built a few months ago, and quite frankly I couldn't wait to see this amazing art of architectural engineering. This is the first circular skyscraper in the world, and looks like a giant, glass coin on the Abu Dhabi skyline. It houses the headquarters of Aldar, a rather successful real estate company. The Aldar HQ became instantly iconic upon completion and truly is an extraordinary feat of engineering. 

Abu Dhabi Shopping Malls
Having been here for a few days, I came to conclude that shopping seems to be an addiction for almost everyone in the UAE. Spacious, modern and air conditioned, Abu Dhabi's shopping malls are a welcome world of choice when it comes to shopping. With their imaginative designs and wide range of outlets, shopping malls are perennially popular. Here basically the mantra is simple: shop till you drop. Ooh! by the way if you plan to spend lots of time in the shopping malls, which trust me you will definitely do, make sure you carry warm clothes. Malls in Abu Dhabi give a new definition to the concept of air-condition. 

Ferrari World
Is a Ferrari themed amusement park on Yas Island in Abu Dhabi. The central park is situated under a 2.1 million square feet roof making it the largest indoor amusement park in the world. The theme park is home to Formula Rossa, the world's fastest roller coaster. 

My take: 
Abu Dhabi unlike Dubai is a relatively laid back city with a relatively conducive weather and a well-established and reliable transport infrastructure. It's a city perfect for raising a family or for those who prefer a simple, laid back lifestyle. Personally, Abu Dhabi is a place I would love to visit but not settle there. It has a rather polite feel about it that would make those with young and restless heart feel like a trapped lion in a cage. 

However, having said that Abu Dhabi is a great metropolitan city with a rich diversity of its inhabitants and an amazing weather (at least it was during the duration of my visit). Its barely an hour's drive from Dubai which essentially makes it easily accessible. 

Sites and sounds of Abu Dhabi

Thursday, 20 March 2014

My Dubai Desert Safari Experience

It's labelled as a must for everyone who is visiting the United Arab Emirates, and rightly so for good reason. It's an experience and a memory worth every dollar I spent. 

Our tour departed in the afternoon across the desert of Dubai, which is just a few kilometers from the City. Our driver Salim, a Pakistani immigrant working in Dubai for the last 8 years was the man on the wheel of our heavy duty customized 4x4 Toyota Landcruiser. Though Salim's command of English was not close to what the Queen of England would advocate for, nonetheless we did communicate with him heartedly and generously. 

The sand dune desert drive took around 30-40 minutes, with several photo-stops during an exciting drive. This is one of the drives that will make your heart thump, your ankle to buckle and your stomach to rumble. 

Our desert entourage was about 20 cars which comprised of about 50 people from different nationalities, mostly tourists visiting the UAE. And with drivers in their heavy customized rides competing to outdo each other and show-off with spectacular breathtaking and heart-stopping manoeuvres - this one is one safari I would strongly recommend for anyone to include in their bucket list. Salim had asked us to shout two things: 'more' if we wanted him to increase the intensity of the drive and the manoeuvres, and 'less' if we wanted him to reduce. With my appetite for adventure and fun, 'more' was my favourite word throughout the drive.

After the simply amazing and memorable drive, we headed to Desert Camp Gate, a campsite where visitors had the opportunity to do a camel ride, sand boarding and for the ladies, try a henna design on their hand or feet. We were then treated to a sumptous and delicious mouth-watering Arabic buffet and barbecue dinner that came fully loaded with various brands of international recognized alcohol and the Hubbllee Bubblee Shisha, which here is marketed as the famous Arabic water pipe. 

I tell you nothing beats irrigating your throat with a well-blended Jack Daniel's whiskey with a beautiful woman besides you in the middle of the desert as you watch the sun set. Among the other things available for those who are not in a committed relationship with alcohol is Arabic Coffee known as gahwa as well as unlimited coffee drinks. And for those with an addiction with the cosmos, star gazing will prove rewarding at the campsite.

After the dinner, we were treated to an exciting session of entertainment, which included belly dancing by Susan, an freshly-minted Arabian damsel who kept, especially the men salivating for more. By 8:30pm, it was time to head back to the City just on time before the wild desert cold begins to bitterly bite. Oh by the way, the whole package of the desert safari will take your bank account back just a paltry USD42. 

Coming up: Daggiefresh heads to Abu Dhabi, where good and evil are friends with benefit.

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Do not admire a woman with beautiful breasts if you have no money

Do not admire a woman with beautiful breasts if you have no money, goes a proverb from the Zulu people in South Africa. In Dubai, money makes the world go round, literally. Life here is lived on the fast lane with glamour, flashiness, elegance and style. 

Shopping's never been better. Welcome to Deira, a historically commercial center of
Dubai bordered by the Persian Gulf,Sharjah and Dubai Creek. Despite losing its importance during the past few years due to recent massive development in Dubai downtown, Deira is still a vibrant shopping paradise for the Dubai populous as well as foreign traders from across the world. In Deira the slogan is simple: you want it, we got it. My walk in Deira was simply overwhelming - almost everything on earth is found in this place. Well, I plan to rob a bank, then go to Deira and just shop till I drop dead.

The Dubai Metro
This one is dedicated to all African leaders who are spending so much money conducting workshops in five-star hotels and doing countless feasibility studies on how to deal with the menace that is traffic jam in cities. All they have to do is visit Dubai, watch and learn. The Dubai Metro is the world's longest driverless, yes driverless fully automated metro rail network in the world. I used the metro yesterday for the first time and the experience was absolutely amazing. It's efficient, reliable, and fun. It runs at 10-minute intervals between stations located across the city and gives one an absolute 360 degree view of all the major places in Dubai including the Burj Khalifa - the tallest building in the world and the Burj Al Arab - the world's most luxurious hotel. The rail network run underground in the city centre and in elevated railway, with nearly half a million passengers using the metro daily in Dubai.

Come dine with me
With world-class hotels, a trip in Dubai is not complete without a treat in one of the thousands of five-star hotels around. I had the most memorable dinner at my obvious choice, and one of the most amazing hotels in Dubai, the Westin Dubai Mina Seyahi
Beach Resort and Marina, a luxurious world-class resort located on the shoreline of the Jumeirah Beach, a perfect family friendly five star destination. The experience of dining at the Westin awoke all of my senses - right from the sense of touch, smell, taste, see and feel. Nothing beats the anticipation of seeing gourmet chefs in action - the sizzle of food, the tantalizing aromas, and the vibrant activity of a world-class kitchen. The Westin prides itself on ambience, through harmony of subtle lighting, tactile furnishings, and inspiring contemporary interiors. 

Wait a minute! Did she just...
Perhaps if I was still young and restless, I would have already popped into most of the major nightclubs in Dubai. But thanks to my super 30s, everything is now done with moderation, plan, wisdom, and priority. Having had an amazing dinner at the Westin in the company of, frankly speaking the most beautiful, kind-hearted, lovely and awesome woman on earth, together with her friends we had a drink at Barasti, arguably one of the great clubs in Dubai. I didn't expect to see them so soon and so early in the night, and perhaps that's why I was appalled. There were two of them - and I'm sure they are usually more. There were skimpily dressed (by Dubai standards) - and there were hawking their 'lady parts' to intoxicated white men, curiously there choice of clientele. 
The tall one who was smoking endlessly was wearing a ridiculous cheap weave that made her look like a harlot pulled right from the pages of the Old Testament. While the short slender one carrying an unforgettable face kept slapping every man with a blow job smile as if failure to do so would make her turn into a pillar of salt. They were of African decent, and quite frankly I was embarrassed for them. The level of desperation to bag, particularly a white man was unprecedented. They did their flesh hawking business confidently, unashamedly and expectantly. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem for my sisters doing whatever they have to do to make a living. I only have a problem when, especially in this part of the world its not done with a bit of standard, class, elegance, discretion and self-worth. 

Beautiful people
Whether you believe in love or not is pretty much an ideological discussion or debate between you and the gods. As for me, it
doesn't matter what you call it - all I know is that I'm one lucky and blessed man on earth to have her in my life. And to me, that's all that counts, and quite frankly nothing else matters. The Dubai experience with her by my side is absolutely worth it and absolutely memorable. In any case, we only live once, so we better enjoy it to the fullest. 

This one is dedicated to the love of my life. At least I know for a fact that I can admire you, and equally love you whether I have money or not. Thanks for being in my life, and thanks for loving me unconditionally. And more importantly, thanks for helping me understand and believe in simple, true, mature and absolute love. 

And for those who are in love remember this: when you treat her like a Queen, she most definitely will treat you like a King, and if you don't put that woman first, someone else will. 

Coming up - a trip to Dubai is not complete without a desert safari, and later on Daggiefresh heads to Abu Dhabi, where evil and good are literally friends with benefits.