- published: 01 Dec 2011
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Bubiyan Island (Arabic: جزيرة بوبيان) is the largest island in the Kuwaiti coastal island chain situated in the north-western corner of the Persian Gulf, with an area of 863 square kilometres (333 sq mi). The island is uninhabited.
It is separated from the mainland in the northeast by Khawr Abd Allah and from the mainland in the southwest by Khawr as Sabiyah. The latter channel trends around the northern end of Bubiyan Island, separating it from Warbah Island. 5.4 kilometres (3.4 mi) northwest of Ras al Barshah, the southernmost point, Bubiyan is linked to the mainland by a concrete girder bridge over the Khawr as Sabiyah channel, 2.38 kilometres (1.48 mi) long, built in 1983, which is for military use only[citation needed]. During the Persian Gulf War of 1991 the bridge was destroyed, but has been rebuilt. The island itself has been converted to a military base in 1991 and serves as one ever since.
In November 1994, Iraq formally accepted the UN-demarcated border with Kuwait which had been spelled out in Security Council Resolutions 687 (1991), 773 (1992), and 833 (1993) which formally ended an earlier claim to Bubiyan Island.
Ohhh oooo!
The dance hall has to ram, the dance hall has to ram
It has to ram in a style and fashion
The nation has to jam, the nation has to jam
We gonna jam in a style and pattern
Because is I, Papa Winnie, on the microphone stand
The people doesn't know where I really come from
Me tall, me no short, me slim, me not fat
And everytime I rap, me say the crowd hear me say
You are my sunshine my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are gray
You never know, Dear, how much I love you
So please don't take my sunshine away
You are the woman, and I am the man
And everything we do, jah knows we do it real strong
We are just modeling up the dance hall, in a style and fashion
Me and my girl, her name is Liana
The talk of the town, is that we have two babies, twins
One of them fat and one of them slim
We call them Rootsie, Rootsie,
Rootsie and Boopsie, Rootsie, Rootsie, Rootsie and Boops
You are my sunshine...
Sufferation in the land, sufferation in the land
Killing all my natian Lord I can't understand
Famine in the land, tribulation getting strong
They always have a plan to fool we Africans
Creating war in the East
War in the West
War inthe North
And war inthe South
If love were a thing that money can buy
The rich man would live, and the poor man would die