If you have not read Homestretch, you are running before you can walk but no human is limited so have at it!
a genuinely good listener who seeks to connect and see from new perspectives. Robust. Real. With undeniable curves of tenderness, you are the kind of beauty that everyone cannot not pay attention to
feels like the messy work of a psychotic nutjob using a blunt object to stab my chest repeatedly. And on this same bed? I am not recovering from this one
But of all the things that will annoy me in a public service vehicle, seating next to a shameless, arrogant human being who does not understand that they need to open the freaking window for aeration and to prevent freaking TB leads my list
Now that he thought about it, as they passed through a long, dark tunnel in the hills, he was kind of a jerk. The kind of person people do not want to be friends with, unless of course you keep the drinks coming at the bar.
This is a sad story about a boy who loved a girl who loved another boy.
I have met all kinds of people. Uptight people, free birds, outgoing social butterflies, talented people, smart people, good people, not-so-good people
why do we have to torment ourselves with the idea that we should go first so that we don’t have to blame or mourn them?
…don’t they all wear those Maasai wristbands with Kenyan colors? Such show of patriotism right?
Last time around, I was told that I was breaking all the rules of grammar. One avid reader asked me what I was thinking mixing English and Kiswahili, and totally disregarding the laws of punctuation. Well, I still hope they were asking on a light, … Continue reading Two cents? More like pounds…
Kempinski, kibandaski ni ile tunasema potato potato, yaani chips waru
Well, if this goes haywire, this is all your fault Waweru, for making me do this.
That said, I’m glad I finally got out of my comfort zone, I hope you’ll enjoy my work as much as the above-named person did.
Here goes nothing…
At the end of the day and when all is said and done, it all comes down to that one person you just want to be alone with even when all that there is to do is be in each other’s arms, to chill, to be.
Inasmuch as we set such high standards on what we look for in a lover, the most important thing is having someone you look forward to going home to every other evening without ever getting bored or always wanting to stop at ‘Sweet Waters’ pub for a drink or five with Larry and the three stooges to discuss their failed relationships and kagua the bottoms of the female patrons that frequent the dingy joint you’ve been faithfully going to since campo days.
I define loyalty as always going to the same kibandaski and mama mboga, never allowing another barber (other than Mutiso wa doni) to mess with my hair.
But maybe I should go back to the issue at hand and inform Y’all that I am as sapiosexual as they get, I like my women intelligent, independent thinkers, who won’t always say yes to my brilliant ideas and suggestions (I usually have a lot of those by the way, and I don’t mean to be arrogant. I’m just blatantly and brutally honest). It’d be such a struggle for me to spend any sizeable amount of time with someone who cannot create or even sustain conversations about everything.
Let’s face it, when you decide to settle down with someone, they automatically become your human diary, and they have to endure all the silly and intelligent things you say… so if that other person is a yes saying dimwit then you have a problem, a 5-foot problem. Yesses get boring, so do NOs anyway…
I’ll spare you the nitty-gritty of my sapiosexuality, the long and the short of it is that it keeps reminding you why you chose this mere mortal to share such large chunks of your time, your heart and whatever’s next. I’m sure you’re nodding your head in agreement.
By now it’s already a broken record (and a lame one at that) when men say that ‘mwanamke ni tabia’ and that physical beauty is just a bonus after all other virtues are checked off in this ‘perfect woman’ checklist that I need to borrow by the way. Well, you obviously know that there’s no such thing as perfect, and that’s probably why I’m just looking for a pretty, witty, tiny girl I won’t ever get tired of listening to and staring at.
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