I don’t like to see myself as weak! I don’t care if a person says I’m impulsive or arrogant or stupid or rude, I will not conceal my true self for appraisals or accolades or whatever. If you know me, have met me, you will understand that I am a strict human, fearless and courage is something I am overdosed with, most of the time I’m funny and talk alot, I’m always in a hurry, too spontaneous for my liking, I make plans everyday and change them all the next day.
I don’t give a fuck about men and that does not even mean I don’t fuck them.
I hate being in a place for long, my body have a way of telling whether I will like a place or not.
If I like a man or any of his attributes, I will walk straight to him and tell him, most of the time I
kiss on my first date, except I don’t like you enough, I have never been in a relationship, I have lost more friendships than I have found them.
A lady stopped talking to me cos’ she thought I was bi-curious, I actually am, but I have never gone that far to suck a girl, the most I have done is kiss, not even suck a boob.
When I first took my first skunk, I thought I would spill out stuffs, but I didn’t so..
Second trial was awesome, I danced and sweated, I had this extra energy and weightlessness, I felt it for days.
I have never enjoyed sex and I have had it 29times with 11 different people. I don’t even know what I like, maybe touching myself.
I liked cigarettes alot but now I just skunk alot and drink socially.
My mother is always afraid she will loose me to the world, what she doesn’t know is that she has lost me.
My body amuses me, I wish I was thicker and beautiful, life would have been easier to navigate, but I’m petite, small butt, my boobs are, well.. Just there, my hair is short, refusing to grow and badly scrapped edges.
I’m not a good cook, I only cook what I can eat.
Breaking out from my region is hard, too hard a thing.
I wish I had a daddy figure, again, I don’t wish I have.
Sometimes I imagine my family was richer. we have breath and health, my mom says that’s wealth enough.
If I look too hard at my mom, I see myself in her, but she says I’m more of my dad that I am of her.
Last week I was bitten by a tse tse fly got the first time, I did not get the sleeping sickness.
I hate bright colours.
I don’t think makeup is a thing.
I choose my books same way I choose my pornography videos, takes me time.
I don’t wear white as a habit.
I want to get a tattoo of my dad on my arm alongside Hitler.
I hate religion, its another name for politics.
I hate my English name.
Finally I hope there is heaven or hell or neither.