Tag: Dating

I meet her on Thursday at the barbershop. She’s the masseuse washing my head and giving me a massage. “Kwani ulipotelea wapi?” She asks.

When you thought of some girls, you saw the image of a pigeon and dirt under fingernails but not when you thought about her. She had a shape

Remember the first time we met? It was in that café along Banda Street, you were in a cream frock and I had a cold yet for some

I have been rejected three times this week by the fairer gender. The first one was in a petrol station. She was in newly done braids. Newly done

“I don’t want to get my knickers in a twist by saying which woman is better than the other, every woman has something to bring to the table.”