So, driving to work along Enterprise Rd this morning, I was witness to something which always, without failure, manages to get on my tits.
After a great holiday involving a shyte-load of green bottles and loads of bull-mangoes, I’m finally back in Hahahare and ready for another go-round at the life thing.
From my observations in the recent past of my male peers, it seems to me that a lot of them are in need of some reeducation on the point of the female psyche.
In my not so numerous dealings with black men, a phenomenon manifests itself inevitably, when within a few short minutes of meeting them, they utter the words ‘I love you’. Now if you want me to break out in hives, and run screaming into the hills, this is probably the best way to do it.
An acquaintance of mine had a party this weekend. So a sister decided to invest in some glad rags and bring the dancing shoes out of their forced retirement.
The satisfaction I derive from my job can only be compared to committing suicide by gouging myself repeatedly with a rusty and blunt nail.
….after almost a decade of European glory ManU(re) have been dumped out of Europe!
…are the best. Like a russian and chips from Sunflower, a game of pool at Chicken Inn 9th or a coffee at Haefeli’s. Yes people, I’m in Bulawayo, and i’m loving it!
Ever noticed how many single women there at weddings? I mean, it’s like they call some sort of rally on wedding days, where they show off their cutest dresses and pose…for more than just the cameras!
What a weekend. Bachelor’s party on Friday, loads of sport on Saturday, a bit of fun and games on Sunday.
Today shall be one to remember for me, what with all the changes happening in my life, and all around me, particularly in the world of sport.
Well, since you guys seem to have all these answers for these social issues let me drop in with something which caused a huge fight with my man the other day.