I havent written in a long time...or rather i have not written any ish worth uploading online...i get my inspiration from reading not mills and boons and silhouttes no, those dont inspire me. i get it from reading works of authors i can relate to...am talking about blogs may they be about politics,love, gossip, short stories, oh and my personal favorite kwani books...i finally read purple hibiscus by Chimamanda Adichie...mmmh awesome piece.for the past few weeks my life has been dull, no drama happening and damn i love drama, they have been slow and peaceful weeks.To be honest when i felt like a walking and sitting zombie because i had nothing meaningful to do..
And then am back to campus and bang! things change drastically...life becomes more fast...i gat to pick up from where i left last sem....from the mistakes i made last sem...from things i refused to deal with when i opted to run away simply because the skul was closing....i come back and all those are staring at me in the eye saying solve me now...SIGH....
been trying to log on my favorite blog for my weekly read and nothing seems fruitful ....as am about to log off the page opens...there is only one article i havent read ...his latest titled babies into ladies...i scheme through it and he talks about ish i can relate to....but since time is far much gone i log out and promise to reread it the following day..
i happen to bump into my friend i will call him jane....he doesnt look like a girl no...he is manly...buh he has beautiful hair....sowie buh who even calls their child jane...jane is accompanied by his friend i will call him tom....reason his dick is always in a hurry(every tom dick and harry)...tom disgusts me...he is the guy in the blog i just read in that blog babies into ladies...i will describe him a little...he is the type of guy who woes ladies esp the innocent looking ones, proffesses his undying love for them, charms them with i donno what because honestly he is minus the good looks and good english...takes them to bed and after he is done he bolts...in 'style' as he seems to think...oh he tells the whole world he took you to bed and labels you a hoe and as they call them hear arnd campus...loose....tom once tried that shit on me when i was a freshman...he wooed me, proffessed undying love (the script is always the same) but he wasnt lucky...he never got me to bed...i guess a first for him because it made him a bitter man, resentful towards me...he did not get an ego boost from me...but he exited in style like he did with the rest....he preached to the whole world how he got me to bed...
as we walk towards where i live the silence is awkward...i smile to myself thinking whether to confront him or not...i wonder why i never bothered to(i know why i have a platform to vent). the two guys try to make small talk but because am there tom is uncomfortable he tells lame stories i dont contribute i just laugh once in a while why because the theory of attraction is working here(story for another day)...am sure tom is waiting for a week before pauncing on his next culprit most likely a freshman...i think to myself in pity and are grateful that my mum taught me well
hey ya'all judgemental junes its not like i have not made mistakes before but am always careful...its human...tom is a mistake not for the people who go to him willingly but to those unsuspecting victims he lures...and then the nature of humans one is forgiven once...but making mistakes(tom) twice, thrice to even four times and crying over it is FOOLISH...but hey am not an expert on this buh i always wonder how a man becomes violent to me once, twice,thrice and i go back to him tears in my eyes begging him for forgiveness for something i did not do and asking him back!!!!!!!its sad...
am at my house in bed thinking...HOW I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE DAY IN A CRUEL TWIST OF FATE TOM WILL GET A DAUGHTER OF HIS OWN..(bikozulu)...am restless as i think how that statement got me thinking karma the bitch is coming to haunt me for things i have done before.....DEAD at the realisation that just like tom i have things i have to pay for...........
