Nigga Please

After being away for a while a few things have come to my notice ;

I haven’t written about guys in a long while so today I will have a field day. I had a friend who asked me out in his words he said, ‘babe you are not getting any younger.’ That was one of the reason he gave that should persuade me to be with him. I thought to myself, am 24 and yes he was right I wasn’t getting any younger but still I wasn’t ready to settle for second best. For the part where he invited me for meals and drinks and made me pay for them, his argument being I worked, so I should be able to pay as for women now days are the ones who keep the man. For fear of using bad language I will say that’s bullshit emancipation I am all for in regards to similar or better salaries but when you invite me for lunch its only common decency that you should pay. Nigga please.

The one who took me for lunch on getting there he said he didn’t want to eat. Being me I thought dude what the heck I aint eating while you watch me eat. So I insist that I couldn’t eat alone. He orders, I order, we eat..and he asked them to add me more drink I must add. When the bill came, we both stared at it for a while, till I pick it that’s when he suggested that we go halfies. After that hour I told myself that’s it, you want to woo me don’t make me pay for my own lunch and part of yours. Nigga please.

The one who decided to take me to all these places he paid I must add, but we hardly had anything to talk about and when he got tipsy the best he could do was laugh at anything and everything. So when I chose to chill with my mates on the occasions he just turned up at my spot outta blue..he got upset..i said to my self , if I didn’t come with you, I am not obliged to sit with you. So don’t you dare lose you temper just b’se am chilling with my mates and not you. Nigga please.

The one who was a gentle man, asked me for dinner paid for it and then up and left the country and expected that if he called me at midnight I would have the time of day. Nigga please

The one who sent me Air time anonymously and then called me thinking that for that I was obliged to meet with him. I can buy my own AT. Not forgetting the one who accused me of not picking his calls and when he called me on a different line I picked,I have things to do and I must add I aint your girlfriend to start explaining myself. Nigga please.

I had a crazy, fun ,busy eight weeks but to crown it up was meeting the chic I had heard about but never meet. Who assured me of breaking up a happy home and looked at me as a common whore who was beneath her. Never have I ever been bother by someone who doesn’t feed me, cloth me or put a shelter over my head. But this one chic got to me. Thank God in anger I am usually one of few words and this time I believe he had his hand on me b’se all I could think of was I earn more than you do so don’t you dare think I am beneath you. You can have your happy home for all I care I ain’t the fighting kind and you ain’t about to get me started b’se to be honest you are nothing to me. She left a bitter taste in my mouth.

And on that note I concluded my holiday.