ONE FOR THE TRIBE

Beauty is a perpetrator

It blinds and throws you in an abyss

It leaves you a victim,

To suffer circumstances ,

To evolve

To heal on your own

Cry over neglect

Let's you look for a mantra,

To carry on your sad life.

Allow me to tell you a story.

Ooh wait. Before the story;do you have people who can get you literally what you want? Those that promise liberty? Those that randomly say "if you need anything let me know." You must be lucky.

Back to the story

The first time I met her, my heart melted.

My jaw dropped.

I wondered how the almighty might have fashioned such a phenomenal thing. How can one be accorded such beauty by their maker.

She lived in town. Right at the CBD. The heart of the city. Living in Nairobi CBD is expensive right?

I envied her a little. How she spent days seeing the bustling city right below her. She probably even saw crimes going on.

Bubbly in her space, I wondered how come no one bagged her. Given a chance I wouldn't waste it.

Her rays were bright. One that even on the gloomy days of August, she was enough to be the sunshine.

Let me take you back to July 26th. I recall how she called me as I made my way to railways. Time is a memory. I stopped careful not to zone out in town or have my bag cut like last time.

She was in Sasa mall. How was a gem like her doing there?

In my conviction ,she belonged to a place where less people would reach her.

A place that wasn't stuffy and overcrowded.

Why was she in a place where 'slayqueens on budget Nairobi babes visited.'

That's where I saw her first.

The next time I needed to see her, I forgot the place. Was she in sasa or sawa mall?

I thought I'd lose her forever. Just the way I lost people,things.

I literally had lost a gem.

I thought of how she flattered her hips,

Bit her lip,

How her radiance lit up the place,

How ;

If she could carry conversations,

She'd tell me how I looked at her

How she always wore my favourite colour, yellow.

How she got attention from men and women

How women like me wanted her

How men saw a wife in her

Or rather their wives in her

Of how everything about her amazed people .

Figuratively speaking I didn't lose her completely because the last time I saw her was 7th August. I believe she's still around.

I went in to her store and asked why she never moved

Why people never took her,

I asked her owner and she said,

"You know this dress is from Thailand. Others like these have sold out but given that's it's yellow, not many people love it."

How much are you selling it for? I asked

"3500"

I'll come for it

She is a dress guys.

Can someone get her for me?

Before she walks out leaving me empty like an abandoned anthill.

I promise to wear it on my birthday.

It's okay if I be one of those slay on budget Nairobi queens.

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Hello lovely readers

I am so happy and this being my first entry making an inanimate thing appear live, I'm somehow nervous.

My hope is I've kept you hooked thill the end.

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My head is in cloud having August as my birthday month and the universe seemingly cooperates to make every day of August a memorable one.

On the dress part I'm serious😂😭I want that dress badly. You can offer to buy it for me

Okay bye

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