Wanyama saved by the master
Artcle By Simon Ashema .
In high school, I happened to be among the selected few who could sweep a girl off her feet by penning down a love letter that would confuse any skirt wearer even the most saved C.U chair lady. The little poetry that Edwin (the chairman and the treasurer of the selected few) had taught me coupled with all the scripts I had mastered during the drama festivals made me one of the most sort after men in the land where men are made.
Douglas Wanyama, then a mere naive form one student sort my services after failing to confuse a single girl in his maiden drama outing. Back in the days we called that whistling. Armed with my little scripting knowledge, I penned down this piece to help him confuse Adlight (not the real name), the love of his eyes.
Douglas Wanyama, then a mere naive form one student sort my services after failing to confuse a single girl in his maiden drama outing. Back in the days we called that whistling. Armed with my little scripting knowledge, I penned down this piece to help him confuse Adlight (not the real name), the love of his eyes.
Hey Adlight, my nomenclature is Justin. That is short for Just-incredible Dougie. I was at Kimilili Boys for the drama festivals and I noticed you noticing me so I have decided to give you notice that I noticed you too. Wow! Your physical contour has got more curves than a triple integral. I am not being obtuse but you are a cute girl in fact you are the solution to my homogeneous system of linear equation. You must be the cause of global warming because you are hot. If looks can kill then you’re a weapon of mass destruction.
I am a mathematician and I can figure out the square root of any number in ten seconds. You don’t believe me? We will try it with your phone number.
If you were Sin x and I was Cos X then together we’d make one. How about you and I form a covalent bond! Because whenever I am near you, I undergo anaerobic respiration because you take my breath away.
I can’t help it...my mind is still trapped in the gravitational field of your beauty. Baby, you make me vasodilate! Baby, you give me premature ventricular contrition yaani you make my heart skip a beat. For a third world country, you are pretty well developed.
Now I know why King Solomon had 700 wives... it’s because he never met you. I believe one of my ribs belongs to you. If you need a prayer I am certainly willing to lay my hands on you.
You better have a driving license because you are driving me crazy. I think you are Gillette, because you are the best a man can get! Or is it Nivea what men want. Hey! Can I be your equity bank, “your listening caring financial partner?” You see; if I was judge and beauty were a crime, then in my highest authority I would sentence you to life imprisonment in my house.
My love for you is like diarrhea. I just can’t hold it in. Do you believe in love at first sight or will I have to walk besides you during the districts again? Well I am Mr. Right and somebody said you are looking for me.
I am addicted to yes and am allergic to no! So what’s it going to be?
I smell something...victory!
I am addicted to yes and am allergic to no! So what’s it going to be?
I smell something...victory!
Rumor has it that he managed to confuse the said Bukusu darling....
(To be continued.)
(To be continued.)