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Things I’ll remind you;

One,
Never change the story being told unless it’s your Story.

Two,
Learn to talk and agree, learn to talk and disagree too because it matters.

Three,
Stop thinking you can’t be friends with the opposite sex without sex. Some friends last longer than mates.

Four,
Normalize keeping long lasting friendships without turning them into a relationship because you are an adult now.

Five,
If you can’t trust what you feel, trust in what you know. You’ll be safe.

Six,
You only get one first time. Cherish every moment.

Seven,
Social media doesn’t need every achievement you make. Normalize silent moves.

Eight,
Stop fighting people who suffer from something bigger than them because you will never win. Choose your battles well enough.

Nine,
Tables don’t turn anymore, so change your seat.

Ten,
There’s nothing meant to be, we decide what lasts forever

Eleven,
When breakup brings peace, you won. Walk away from troubles.

Twelve,
100% is rare this days. Don’t beat yourself over things survived by others already.

~ Yours Truly ~
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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❤︎

And you & your soul are more alike
Bitter and entangled on the pasts
Past that never made it to happiness
You’d want to admit
It’s more a little alike
So heal it
Would you sit with yourself
And heal it?

There’s no need for you to get to another soul
And yet you can’t make your real settled down
Can you do that?

And sharing your soul too
When do you see yourself doing that?
When you find yourself in yourself ?
And when do you think that should be?
When you get in love?
Aren’t you in love with yourself?
Would you rather say that you love yourself,
You have never stopped loving you?
Or as far as “being in love” …..
You don’t know

Is it flowers & rings you want to yourself?
You are courting yourself now,
Yourself,
With literally everything you want for yourself
I suppose you deserve to sweep yourself off your feet
In ways
Ways you can’t even imagine.

Yours Truly writer
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