Because I’ve been there and done that and I’m tired. I have fought before – multiple times in fact. Because I was young and in love, and I thought that love alone was enough. But it always ended terribly. And I was always left wondering why I wasn’t good enough.
Mama, to hell with our so-called culture if it’s going to take away my happiness! Isn’t it this same backward culture that wanted you to drink Ol’man’s bath water after he died? Or the same culture that said you had to spend the night with the corpse??
Mama had asked me several times where I was going. “To a work gala with Mawuli” was my response. Because there was no way I could explain to her that I had gone through all those pains and gotten this dressed up just because of a date.
So I had two weeks to prepare for this mysterious date. Luckily, my custom-designed dress was going to be ready in that time. The stylist had a whole look planned out. She had me send in measurements. Sheena refused to tell me what this lady charged – she said this was my treat. And I hadn’t really asked but I had a feeling it was a fortune!
The second part is out! (Already!! Don’t I deserve any accolades please? Lol!) Thank’s for the feedback on the last one guys! PS. It might get a bit steamy in…