Ordinarily, I’d say rap is crap but there are some deep lyricists out there. One rap queen claims love is blind and it can take over your heart. This, sadly, is true. Well, for me, my love is 1/3 blind. But blind is blind, no? My man can take me to the highest of places just by sitting next to me, holding my hand – not saying anything, just sharing the air I breathe.
At other times, he takes me to the lowest of places, no battery or anything of the sort. Just the inane radar in men that ensures that they are so thoroughly insensitive that it can take your breath away.
So I sit there, and take it in, take it in and take in some more. (urghhhhh). Im supposed to marry this guy – he’s my fiancé – I just keep taking it in. One of these days I’ll skip town, head to Europe (preferably Spain coz my cousin has a house there) and I’ll just chill, as a bartender. Screw working for the man, I’ll open my own bar. As a Kenyan, im sure I’ll attract lots attention coz I’ll be the only Kenyan owned bar along the Spanish coast line import Tuskers. Then I’ll become super fit like those Bay watch fellows and ran along the beach in careless abandon then I’ll keep a guy call Manuel to amuse me. Then maybe, my finance can stop bloody taking me for granted when he discovers other girls are not half the woman I am. I can dream can’t I?
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