The last girl I dated took cocaine as the cane to her pains,
A chained soul,
Lost & found
Found in her own world; a tattered world

She took mad drugs like mandrax
Had to kanyaga on mad tracks to get Konyagi
And on the nights I tried pillow fights…
with her,
It was a dark willow move
Hard for her to move
Move from her mood

She couldn’t chase me back
Couldn’t because,
Her alcohol wasn’t chased
So I ended up being the chaser
Each time she went to flash the toilet, drunk

I Johnny felt bad,
Felt bad that the Johny Walker she liked couldn’t make her walk,
Walk into deep conversations
Couldn’t make her work,
Work out her obese troubles,
Couldn’t make her awake,
Awake for our dreams
Dreams that couldn’t even be stopped by Lawson’s,
Because I wanted her to bear me sons by law.

I remember asking her to join me for the morning glory,
To weed off the weeds that devil was trying to plant in our lives,
But on the mornings she tried to join me into weeding the devil from our firm,
She ended up blunt,
blunts.. blunts.. blunts..
Weed at the balcony each morning glory smoking weed

Am not sure whether to be sentimental about her,
because I tried,
I tried to babysit her into my bedsitter,
But she said I can’t sit on the bed
And I said
Okay baby-sit where you want to sit.

Am not pure to be judgemental
Because,
Am a victim too,
A victim of hard drugs
Hard drugs like caffeine in coffee ,
Coffee in the morning,
Coffee in the mid-morning,
Java while writing about the last girl I dated

However when she asked me
What’s your favorite liquor,
I tell her with a smile,
“Kagwe Special”
She stares back, eyebrows raised asking
“Hio ndo gani beb?”
(what’s that baby?)

I answered back in Kikuyu accent
“Shausage Biri Na Shoda Moja”
(Two sausages and one Soda)
She laughs back.

Yours Truly❤︎