I'm trying to imagine my mother being shown a video of me being beaten by my woman for cheating, while she's asking me, "Kwani hautosheki?"
Then my mother pauses the video, removes her glasses, rewinds it, and watches it again just to confirm that the man receiving "ngundi" like free government fertilizer is indeed her son.
Now imagine my friends visiting me in hospital.
Not because I was robbed.
Not because I was involved in an accident.
But because I was beaten for cheating.
"Pole sana bro."
"How many stitches?"
"One woman or a coalition government?"
The worst part is explaining how I got the injuries.
Doctor: "What happened?"
Me: "Domestic misunderstanding."
Doctor: "Who won?"
Me: "...she did."
At that point even the village elders will refuse to hear my case.
Where will I bury my head?
Not in sand.
Not underground.
I will need a whole quarry to disappear permanently.
When a man has seen a lot, he stays quiet.
When a man is working to save himself, he stays quiet.
When a man is winning, he's quiet.
As a man, silence is your best weapon.
askies neh, my sweet angel baby pie @Julius_S_Malema
i'm also gonna be voting eff, we can't afford to lose even one vote by shipping my lil broke ass to prison, think ahead, my sweet darling,
oh! how i love you,
xo xo,
gossip girl,