when you no longer want me,will you tell me?

Exactly that

when you no longer want me will tell me? at least say goodbye to me? not make up stories?

We meet people and come to love and end up living with them but

  1. are they worthy of our love?
  2. are they worthy of time?
  3. do they deserve us?
  4. are they honest enough to be trusted with our valuable info?
  5. are they honest with us?
  6. can we take their word for it?

When a boy sees a girl and approaches the girl, it seems like it will be forever and ever. But when a man meets a woman is all about compromise, lies and heartbreak.Why is it like that?

You come to love him warts and all but they have special goal they want to achieve out of meeting with you. I understand you can’t just meet a person without his especially after a certain age in life. The honors lies on you to be honest with the other party. Whether you twist the truth to suit you but at least hint regarding your history.

If I no longer fit into your plans please don’t string me along.

Don’t lie to me.

Don’t abuse me.

Don’t cheat me

Don’t steal my stuff when you leave.

Leave my money alone and most definitely my kids too.

I dated this foreign guy and we eventually moved in together and had 3 kids together. He spoil t me in the beginning however he no longer does that instead he beats me up at every corner and chance he gets. I support the both us as he no longer can but it’s okay. Now he came up with a new version to his predicament of not making money – he lost his papers and he needs money to sort them out. We have been together for how long -18 years? They can’t find his fingerprints on the computer and he has to go back home to sort them out. Yes you guessed right he is moving on with somebody else other than me. He has enough of me hence the beating now he wants to make off with my money that I work hard for.

Why is it difficult for him to leave me just like that-disappear? Why must he steal my money? Why lie to me? Yes I should have left him the moment the beatings started but ……..

Yes I do sleep around and blame him for that. I suspect he knows but doesn’t give a hoot about me. He leaves early and comes back in the early hours of the morning. He doesn’t even touch me. It’s like I am repulsive.

Why do I allow to be treated like that I dare ask.


I have no answer for you and I don’t think I will ever have.


A day in the saloonp


My daughter dyed her hair blue. Blue I said.

Funny some 20 odd years I also braided my hair with a blue hair piece. I didn’t realize it last year when she was looking for a blue hair dye. I looked at her kind a awkwardly however her look ¬†for it. I totally forgot that I once went through that phase of color.

For me then it was a vibrant color, youthful for me. The color suited my skin color. Haha by then I was aspiring to be a business manager. Imagine business manager with blue hair. Now it is my daughter with the same hair color. When she came home with dyed her I was amazed actually surprised that she finally got what she wanted.

Yes it might come as a surprise to you but the daughter is following in mom’s footsteps however differently so. My mom seemed kinda more stable not the venturous type when coming to her looks. She was more of lady than I could ever be. (God bless her soul).

People’s comment seemed not have any effect on me, didn’t bother at all. Yeah it still does not. My daughter seemed to have inherited the same trade which is good for her.

Her son was mesmerized by her look, kept on touching her and complimenting her. Saloon is part and parcel of every woman’s life. Home or otherwise it is part of who we are and who we become.

My baby is bluetiful. Love her look.



How is they are done?

In most cases introductions are sealed by handshakes but this one was different from normal introductions.

We went out for over 6 months without touching or even kissing each other. On your this particular day you choose you decided that it was time for me to meet your family and to know your place.

You came to collect me early in the morning around 6 o’clock. We went for a champagne breakfast and after that we were given a picnic basket instead we went to your house. It was my first time there but definitely not my last. We were just two of us there if my memory served me.

We ended up in the master bedroom and we stayed there for the rest of the day. That day I saw a horror movie in the broad daylight. No mercy shown on the poor partner in crime.

We had a shower and followed each other out of the bedroom, looking for food, hand in hand out of your bedroom only to find your whole family there waiting for us to emerge. My eyes were red from crying and I was still complaining whilst you were grinning from ear to ear.

my shock when I saw them and meeting them for the first time. ” Well Mrs ……… meet my family ” as you introduced them. You were proud very proud indeed only to find the bloodied t-shirt we used in the sitting room on top of the table everybody eyeing it with smiles.

Yep it was a very special day for you. Your birthday and your horn that you have been blowing proved to be correct. Indeed I buckled under you, you were the MAN. Your family was very proud of you especially your father who gave you a pat at the back, your brothers paying up the bet you had about me.

I couldn’t look them in the eye I still can’t but you didn’t give a hoot it was your BIRTHDAY and you had your best present ever on a silver platter.

I don’t know how you introduce your girlfriends in your household but this ………….


What did you do with my photos? Yes the ones you took of me.

I never saw them cos you took them without my knowledge and my permission. They told me about them people you shared them with.

I know its hard to forget me but you didn’t need photos of me to keep. Yes I never forgot you even though I loath you.

How easy love turns to hate. I am just curious.


Yes visa. That is permission slip for married men out there. However that surprises me though, how does it work though?

He is here everyday, every night he is by me with me so when does your permission slip expire? Does it ever expire?

Do you know where he goes when he asks for that VISA?

How does he apply for it? Via email? Facebook perhaps? Via text? Via whatsapp? Social medias?

Yep we love making jokes of ourselves ne. Enjoy.

I guess when the cap fits wear it, with pride.