THE NERVE

By the way, people, how hard is it for a guy to claim his girl? Or were you people told that you will be killed if you outrightly put it clear in the air that “You know, so and so is my girl, I love her so much and I just cannot bring some other girl on board.!” Clearly its an elephant task for some of you that I think I know of, and the only option left is maybe for us to, you know, just try living with it. (COVID vibes) This is not an epistle to men by the way, it is something I did try in high school, but failed on the massive attempt by St. Mary’s Yala boys. You know, boys fed with ego, right before they join high school.So,maybe,just maybe if they could not have torn my letter that fateful Friday evening, then perhaps my letter writing skills to men would be so exquisite as at now. Anyways, I see Mbabazi call them ‘Wababa’ in Facebook. Clearly, we all need a new name for them maybe. So, the other day I wrote about Adventist men and my blog almost burned down. Thing is, I am Adventist, and I have grown to faithfully cherish, and you know, respect all Adventist men, because of the solid foundation that I see the church elders and the pastors lay on them. All Christian men expectedly should be straight. (That is societal norm) Sticking to the commandments ‘Do not commit adultery” But its totally hard maybe. I cannot quite put a finger to it. To them, having a girlfriend is something they really should do. So, they have a girlfriend yes, but still want more food added to their dishes. Maybe therefore ladies have occasionally found themselves in a state where they got to agree that they are but mere side dishes Parsee. As in the nerve! The audacity! The temerity, to tell your so called “side dish” that what she really got to do, is come to your house and .you know, spend the night with you in bed, and well,fornicate,just because your girlfriend is in a faraway land, and just the other day, I heard another one say, that he actually needs a girl in bed, because his official girlfriend is the Christian type, that one who has vowed not to break her virginity till marriage, and you know what, he says that he really respects his girl’s decision, and that he has never at all had sex with her. So, wait, the other girl is now your sex toolbox, you know? You calling her, to come to your house and service you, and satisfy your sexual desires, long after she is gone, the respect that had been tied to her and to your friendship relationship will have been tarnished. She has consented into sleeping with you yes, now she is not going to be a virgin on her wedding night, but you are going to marry a virgin, because well, yes it has already happened as it did.

He likes you too?.

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It all usually starts with. “By the way Sylvia, do you know Trey? “😅🤣🤣🤣 OR STILL “Does he date, do you know who he has ever dated? Do you think he might be liking me anyways as he claims?. “Waaiit! He told you he likes you? ” Blimey O’Riley! ‘This guy won’t just stop playing games with girls any soon! He told me that he liked rather still likes me too, he likes Steph, Loice, Vee, and Nancy too.!”

So hello esteemed boyfriends, Yesterday I heard this from a friend of yours, I stepped on it. A, fortnight later I’m on to another investigative discourse, and someone is still laughing about you claiming to like me, or rather love me, if at all love is a drink you toast to anyways. This is of course the kind of sport ladies find themselves in. A situation where they really have to decide whether to consent /give in to a relationship journey.Well, so this is one of the rare types of love that never works. Apparently we can’t quite put a finger on how many of our relationships, (especially those we went with notebooks everywhere spying about the guy),really worked. All the love that has worked, was perhaps the natural ones,of meeting a stranger in the elevators and your eyes both sparked at each other.That for you to put in much efforts investigating about a guy,really slapped your face hard. You prolly heard that he had dated 4-5 friends in your circle,or he is a father(sweet thing though),or he has a girlfriend.Voila! You gotta stick to your lanes. The natural love happens instantly yet smoothly, the kind of being offered a seat by a random girl in church, the kind of getting petals of roses sprinkled at your doorrstep on a crazy evening, or maybe just a touch of a hand in the supermarket shelves. The kind of love that you really don’t have to think and rethink whether you should turn up for a date or not. Talking of which!. so this is actually a coffee cum book date, something I have really been praying so hard to get someone to tag me along, you know?, for since the days God knows when! Yet, when I’m finally invited, I walk up and down in the house, summoning all of my spirits to tell me whether I should go or not. Anyways, just the other day, still, I noticed someone at an event, and perhaps he really didn’t notice me, but I said hi irregardless, and he reciprocated. Hours have not passed and I am already thinking of meeting up with him, or something closely related to that. Both the two scenarios claim to be love by the way!. And as it takes, maybe I’m twisting love to meet my own rules,wish and standards.Maybe I’m just forcing it to happen after all, because now that he’s handsome, or he has the brightest of the white collar jobs, I think he matches my own choice. But all in all, love happens, maybe when we’re both not looking ,not seeing who’s approaching, not marking location and time, not noticing the surrounding environment / people. Some have even failed to notice if they heard music in the background, yet they met at a music concert. Others have not even noticed the novel with a torn page that they both read together in the library. Others haven’t decifered which side of a coin they both picked at a banking hall, coz the love covered them, and melted in their heart like hot caramel. The love naturally got sealed and stuck like candy to it’s, paper, that which has stayed for long in the candy jar. ,and at the end of it all, music has played, that sweet soothing music that overpowered the voice of the love poet, because for once love, did not pose as a backbreaker