Love, Sex and Comedy

I have not yet seen it all but I have seen a share  of it. Since childhood, I have always wanted so much, but everytime I wanted it more something better came to my sight. That was never the case for John. John had it all, to my eyes. From the staff I had to those I never did. To me, he was living the life. One thing stood out from him. John never, I repeat never boasted of it. Being my best friend, I never felt awkward walking with him. He was raised in a family that had it all. The parents had a good life. The father was a CEO and the mother was a lawyer. So I know you have an image now.  I came to know John back in primary. Our parents knew each other since back then. We did those children escapades together. I remember once we took a morning stride to town. Before I continue, back then you could never walk alone in town. You walk alone with no supervision of an adult, get your ass prepared for a spanking. If every town had a gate to enter, our parents would still w...

Let us just be realistic, I don't want you to go the moon and back for me, We are past that, Furthermore if you go, who will be with me before you are back? I don't want you to swim in the oceans for me, what if you drown? or a shark attack happens? I'm no pessimist but.. I don't want to introduce you to my friends, as the one who makes me not sleep, I want to say you are the source of my happiness, I want to disrupt you from meetings with my texts, I want to be make your workmates curious who I am, You are the one who I want to take photos of, Have wild selfies with you, I want to have embarassing photos of you, I want you to make me like a robot, Unable to disrespect my master, You may be a Sunday afternoon for six days, And a Friday evening for one day, But still I don't find you boring, I want my mum to ask me, "How did you do it" You make me feel wanted, I make you feel needed, I want the pasto...

Dear Miss, Heey honey, it's me. I don't know whether I still qualify to call you such sweet words after what happened. I write to you as I sit on my bed surrounded by three walls and a thick grill for a door. I thought I would have handled it for a few years, but it's months and I can feel as if my life is crumbling on me. Life in prison has got to be the hardest ever. Right now I wish I remained poor than trying to get rich illegally. I wish I still remained in my small business. It still fed me even if it provided less. I'm making regrets & noting them down on the wall beside my bed. First of all I have a confession to make. I'm sorry for not telling you what I was up to. Maybe all this could have been avoided from the beginning. Maybe I couldn't be writing this letter from where I am. Maybe I would be writing a different letter than what I'm writing. I was never like this from the beginning. I had viewed my life with you from a different persp...

I’m tired of living a normal life, Who said we got to do things like others, We can live our own way, Do our own things, Compete who arrives home early, Take a road trip but with different cars each, Lets try pepper eating, Who ever looses buys chocolate, Cook dinner for each other, On the same day, Who ever cooks the sweetest, Haves his/her food for supper, Who evet looses pays the rent, Try crazy projects, Plan on taking over other peoples business, Race with our vehicles, Who ever looses fuels both cars for a month, Play truth or dare, With whisky on the table, And see who ever gets drunk first, Take on our fears, And see who is brave than the other, Try different hairstyles, I take you to a barber, You take me to a salon, You do the style to my liking, I do a style to your liking, And we see who gets ridiculed the most, Compete who takes the other on the most beautiful date, Surprise each other with unexpected gifts, ...