Dear Lord,

Thank you for opening my eyes to realise that there are beautiful women out there. You know God, when I met my wife, I thought she was meant for me but I came to realise that WATER and OIL do not mix. It is true that I like to look at other women but I only do that to appreciate the beauty of nature’s creation. But sometimes I just can’t resist these women after all I am and have my weakness. My wife calls me PAPA. I often feel like a pensioner.

Other women call me Darling, Sweetie, Dear, then I feel young, energetic and moja. She likes complaining and nagging. Or is too tired to go out with me. Every weekend she goes to attend so and so’s funeral and goes straight to kitchen parties. Women outside are wild, grooving and can do a thorough job when it comes to Huuuuuuuu.   

Another problem with her, dear Lord is, she is good at spending my hard earned money. When we talk about budget she is referring to my salary. Her salary is her secret and confidential. She has appointed herself my minister of finance but my economy is not improving. Her family comes first in everything. When I bought my mother a pair of Kitenge for during this chilling weather, she complained that I know our financial problems but I keep giving People our money. When she bought her mother a pair of boots, jacket, blanket and a heater, she said that I know her mother is struggling. (Oh God). I visit my parents once in a lifetime but her family needs her constantly. God, I met her at a party. But these days she wants to remain indoors. No friends should visit us without appointments. I must sit and watch the Isidingo, La mujer, The Bold, Days, Generations, etc. Every Sunday she drags me to this Nigerian Christian like church. I had to part with Kshs 30,000, as an offering to the Pastor. My church is too boring for her liking.

Heavenly Father you will realise that I have lost some weight. Everyday she wants me to take her to Steers, City Cabanas or Nandos for breakfast, lunch and dinner. My favourite ugali wa ‘Kuon anang’a or Bel’,Apoth, Dek Obambo is a thing of the past. She will never allow such nonsense in our Townhouse. Oh God I yearn for my favourite Guiness Madiaba, Tusker Lager and Johnny Walker on rocks are the only beers and whisky with a surname. These days I only drink mineral water. So God I hope you know why do I always look at those ladies and wish that I could spend more and more time with them.

Amen

P.S. Oh God won’t you please take Her headache away. She has it everyday, especially when we go to bed!!!
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 This is an original Maik Kwambo Composition. You can get more of his stuff at http://www.maikwambo.net16.net

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this is just crazy u ve rocked my day ROFLMAO

Saturday 26 December 2009, 19:25

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