I’m currently surviving the hardest season of my life. I have no clue what God is up to. Nevertheless, I’m standing in expectation that on the other side of this, there will be joy.
You will wake up at 3 a.m. asking God whether He’s happy with the way you’re crying. “Mara Modimo wa mpona mara”
Solid food won’t make it past your throat. You’ll survive on yoghurt, mageu and 2 grapes. Ge ba kopana le wena ba re “ke calorie cut naa” kante, nah.
You’ll start hallucinating. The kind of hallucinations that either land you in church as a prophet, in a psych ward, or as a traditional healer.
At 1 a.m. you’re awake because your body somehow feels hot and cold at the same time. You remove the blanket, 2 seconds later you’re freezing. You cover yourself again. Repeat that cycle 47 times before sunrise.
You’ll cry in the middle of meetings at work. When they ask, you’ll say your grandmother died. Nako so she died 20 years ago.
I’ve made peace with the fact that i may never find genuine love or get married.
Now it’s Work, make money, enjoy life and nurture close friendships.
Lmao.
That's not freaky, that's vanilla. The real freak is when he eats you after he has nut in you... But let me chill, I've been judged for talking too much about sex this weekend.