Dear King Remember you are raising my wife....

Who is raising my future wife?

The aloe taste in my tongue oozes insanity, foul fury and disgust to the revelation that I just made another serious life mistake. If beauty was a person I could immortalize her into a statute and mount her on my heart whereas if sexy was a lotion then I could prescribe for all plumb women out there.

Am talking of angel angelica a princess I met the in Livy suburbs’ of the cool Nyali estates of Mombasa. Luck can’t fully capture the change of events that materialized into a love candy crush! A game that has cloned my persona. A true testimony; men love by seeing while all ladies loves by hearing! The sweet ocean currents of romantic words coupled with a million seductive gestures imprisoned the Qatar native in to a pure love zombie. All men are true poets, with their lyrics caressing the deepest edges of any lady sinking her into a love trance; a comma of love dogma!! I believed.

I was not ready to surrender although she thundered with powerful dosages. I was hesitant, our social status never rhymed at any point. They were cliffs apart. I wanted to jump off the hook but YOLO kept inspiring me.

Innocently obedient,  I was not ready for the drama that had started erupting day after day unveiling the nasty cannibal of life. Money attract money but also love spurs love. It was that complex. Life threats came flying and flashing from all corners. I missed for once my peace of mind which was drifting away every beautiful day that passed by. Juicy love turns a sour love circle. Angelica was not ready to let go while on the contra the family was not leaving any stone un-turned. I saw fathers’ fury, I witnessed mothers’ desperation and at the same time I was basking at the comfy compassionate arms of a princess’s love. As a total orphan I wondered how world had coined its cruel fangs on me! What wrong did I do to deserve all these animosity?

The dawn of the much speculated but unexpected so soon splashed live threat crushing  me on a Monday morning while relaxing at the cosy garden of my village hut. The boys in blue abducted me and ferried me to an unknown destination. I was artificially blind for 3 days. The serious slashes on my body gave me a burning sensation that was uncomforting. I was abandoned in a deserted area. No biota survived in that area. The ranging mirages were the only visible phenomenon at my vicinity. NO people, NO life NOTHING!! This was my 96th hour without anything for my crumbling stomach. All my taste buds had been dwarfed.

At a distance i spotted a crawling insect that was so malnourished but I sought a meal from it. I walked miles upon miles on very hostile environs. I wrote this on my 108 th hour sipping  a cold drop of the numbing morning dew of AHBRAT... Hoping the next 40 minutes will unfold the glory of success after a taunting nightmare sandwiched in a love miasma.

Dear King Remember you are raising my wife so relax an take a chill pill.

 

 ©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you