This is a post about yesterday. Great day for me. I still feel different. Ever gone to church and the pastor prayed for you and you just felt full of the spirit. I feel like that only this time I didnt go to church for the feeling. I went to town. Nairobi town. In slippers. Plastic dirty slippers. It was a very stypid idea to be honest but I was drunk idle and I felt adventurous.
You see, I see people who honestly dont care about you or what You think and I've always admired that. Girls who'll squat and pee next to you without a second throught. Old men who hit on young women and fuck them without the slightest iota of guilt. I used to think they were uncultured, crass even. Then I got older and realised, the truth is that they don't really care about me and my fucking judgements. They are living their lives, irregardless of my approval. I've always wanted to set myself free from society. I dont like the grip people have on each other. I always said to myself, the day I'd set myself free of it the day I'd be comfortable enough to go to town in slippers. Bare. To be dismissed. To be judged. To be looked down upon. To be ignored. That way society would dismiss me. And in return I could tell them to go fuck themselves. And yesterday I did just that. I was surprised how much you can win wen u know and people understand you have nothing to lose.
I went in a motorbike. Got dropped in the city centre. Wasnt planning on hitting on random women. I havent done that in a long long time. I just assumed I wouldnt get through. I see two girls standing by the a bus stop. One hot, the other okay. I approach. I shoot a compliment. A shameless worship compliment. I know, compliments dont make for good openers. Bt what the hell, I cant come up with anything better and I hate canned openers. She smiles. Thats a good sign. I ignore her friend. Classic mistake. Bt I dont really feel like talking to her. I took the blue pill. I can do whatever I want. I show them my feet. They laugh. I tell them im not usually this shabby, I just came to town in a bike to see a friend on very short notice. We make small talk. I turn to her friend. I look at her well. She's pretty. I completely shift attention to her. Another shameful worship compliment. They both giggle. They must think I'm nuts. The hot one says they have to get somewea. She seems genuine. I get both their numbers. When I'm saving the hot one's number I save it as Betty. She's looking at my phone. Then I type in Msawa next to her name. She blushes. Msawa means hot. Kinda like Betty the hot one. I leave. I walk away wondering what just happened. I didnt do anything extraordinary and women still responded well. Maybe I dont need to do anything extraordinary for women to respond well. I think back to all those days I used to hit the gym, take care of myself, dress very well and I still couldnt get anything going on for me with a woman. Inner game beats outer game. All the time.
I go to Archives, a landmark in Nairobi. Opposite archives we have another bus stop. To a place known as Buruburu. Buruburu has a reputation, If you know a hot chic either she grew up there and moved later or she still lives there. I see one. I approach. She says she has to go get the to the bus. She doesnt seem any bit interessted. I understand. Its a numbers game, you lose some, you get some.Its dark now. I see another girl by the corner. I approach. We start talking. She tells me she's from work. Hard day, she just wants to get lose. I tell her i'll fuck her good. She laughs. We stand there and start talking. This one still hasnt seen that Im in slippers. I doubt it would matter. I tell her I didnt have cash on me and I needed to get money from an mobile remittance agent. She obliges. We walk. I tell her ill fuck her good again. She laughs again. This cant be happening. I ask her If she's a prostitute. She says no, obviously offended. She starts talking alot. I notice she has an accent. I dont like accents. Unless they are foreign. We get to the mobile money shop. I get my cash. We leave to the stage. To home. She says she wants to hang around town. Get wasted first, then we can go home. She's asking me to exchange alcohol with sex. Haha. I almost laugh. I'm a cheap guy to start with and I dont feel like spending money on a girl like her. Sex would be guaranteed bt id know I bought it and she was straight up average. Nothing to fuss about. I let her go, she takes my number and says she'll call wen she's done drinking.
Abit distracted now. Theres this place down town where alot of campus chics go to buy clothes. I start walking in that direction. Then I see a hot girl. This one even seems classy. The kind of people you can tell are educated without having an actual conversation with. I follow her. I say hi. We talk she's cool. I tell her im in slippers she laughs. I tell her I want to take her out next week. She asks what I do for a living. Major red flag. She asks for how long have I been working. Another major red flag. By now, I know what kinda woman im dealing with. She says she's in a stable relationship. I insist. She says she lives with dude. She says she's practically married. Her boyfriend was actually saving up for a ring. She says it was really brave of me to chat her up. She could smell the alcohol on me. We hug goodbye. I start walking back to where campus chics buy clothes.
Along the way, I see another hot girl. This one seemed like a campus chic. I say 'HI'. She says hi back. She starts walking real fast. I match her pace. I tell not to run away, Im not a thief. I just look like one. She laughs. I explain the whole coming to town abruptly thing. She understands. I ask her what she does. She says she is applying for jobs. She really wants to work in a bank. I tell her thats not a really smart idea. I tell her she needs to find a highly scalable business. One where everyone in Nairobi can give her a shilling for a month. She likes what I'm saying. I look like I know what im saying. I actually know what im saying. She says we should find somewea to sit so we can talk some more. We are near a hotel called Marble Arch. No where to sit, just closed shops. We see a empty seat on the street, the ones where watchmen sit in. She walks towards it. I follow. She inserts her ass on the plastic seat like a spoilt child. Im supposed to stand and entertain her with my knowlege while she sits. She must be crazy. I tell her to stand. She stands, Girls like to be told what to do. I always know that. Today, I actually acted on it. I sit and motion her to sit on my lap. She does and I circle my arms around her as we talk. She looks at me like im her father. She told me her dad passed wen she was younger. We talk. A watchman comes I give him 100sh and we leave. She says she's headed somewea with her cousins. She really has to go. I try to convince her otherwise, she wouldnt budge. She really has to go to this thing. She didnt even have her purse with her, it was with her cousins. I let her go. I didnt have my phone on me. It was charging in some back alley. I dont even have my phone number offhead. Its a new line. Judge, I dont care. I give her my cousins' number. I'v had his offhead for a long time. She calls him. Then she asks my name. I'm in. We hug. Still not believing what happened. Did she not see how I was dressed? Didnt she see my slippers? She sat on a stranger's lap after 10 minutes. And she's hot. Still havent taken her number from my cousin yet. He's asleep in his room with his girlfriend. Good for him
I go to the place where chics buy clothes. Its empty. Nobody's around. It even looks like u could get mugged there. I leave hurriedly. As i climb the flight of stairs. I see a really hot chic. She's standing with her friend. Cant even remember what her friend looked like. I dont even say hi. I throw another shameless worship compliment opener. I stare. From a distance, I tell her I havent seen a girl that pretty in a while. She knows I'm fucking with her but she smiles. Her friend didnt like it. I really have to learn how to disarm the other girl. Her friend pulls her away. I dont follow, I just tell her she should feel shitty for ignoring a guy who thinks the world of her. Of course im playing. She can tell. She's smiling walking away, She tells me an introduction and a hi before a compliment would have been nice. They leave. I start walking back to the stage.
I see two women. These were not girls but women. Not older, or classy or anything just the type that looked like they'd be offended If you called them girls instead of ladies. They are dressed in flowing white dresses. They must be anxiously headed to hijack a rich man's All White Party. I open them with a simple "Hi". They dont want to talk. I try again. They dont want to talk again. I walk straight ahead. In my slippers. My slippers hitting the floor hard. I imagining a huge wave of dust hitting their snotty little noses as I fluff my slippers moving step to step. After a while I forget about them. Its late I want to go home.
I go to the bus stop. I get in. Ordinarily, wen I get in a bus I go sit next to a man. That way I can concentrate on being a loser. Today, nah. I scout for the hottest chic in the bus and sit next to her. I ignore her for a bit. Then I start talking. She has dreads. Those well kept dreads that say I might have dreads but im not a weed smoker neither do I think being a rebel without a cause is cool, I just like how they look. Those kind of dreads. I point to my slippers. She laughs. I tell her about the wonderful day ive been having being a careless person without a worry and how women responded. I tell her about the secret society and tell her ive been hitting on random women the whole day. She laughs. I ask her how can women respond much more openly to an idiot in slippers who doesnt care what they think and even sit on his lap and yet can't even pay any mind to the same guy when he's well dressed but moves conservatily. She told me: Confidence. Apparently, its everything.
For women, they want a man who can face the world boldly. And when a dude is young the only indicator he can handle whatever life throws at him is his confidence. How capable does he think he is. Thats the single strongest indicator women go with. Everything else is nonesense. As she said nonesense, she seemed like she meant it. I pay her fare. Its the only thing I can do for her. And I tell her she's too hot for fuck boys. I tell her to never mess with fuckboys. She smiles. She doesnt ask what a fuckboy is. I think she already had her mind made up on that particular issue of her life before I even talked about it.
I'm home now. Still feeling like a different person. Aint smoking again, aint drinking again. Life's too short for cheap thrills. Lets get it. Be Bold. Be Strong. Be A Man. Peace.
You see, I see people who honestly dont care about you or what You think and I've always admired that. Girls who'll squat and pee next to you without a second throught. Old men who hit on young women and fuck them without the slightest iota of guilt. I used to think they were uncultured, crass even. Then I got older and realised, the truth is that they don't really care about me and my fucking judgements. They are living their lives, irregardless of my approval. I've always wanted to set myself free from society. I dont like the grip people have on each other. I always said to myself, the day I'd set myself free of it the day I'd be comfortable enough to go to town in slippers. Bare. To be dismissed. To be judged. To be looked down upon. To be ignored. That way society would dismiss me. And in return I could tell them to go fuck themselves. And yesterday I did just that. I was surprised how much you can win wen u know and people understand you have nothing to lose.
I went in a motorbike. Got dropped in the city centre. Wasnt planning on hitting on random women. I havent done that in a long long time. I just assumed I wouldnt get through. I see two girls standing by the a bus stop. One hot, the other okay. I approach. I shoot a compliment. A shameless worship compliment. I know, compliments dont make for good openers. Bt what the hell, I cant come up with anything better and I hate canned openers. She smiles. Thats a good sign. I ignore her friend. Classic mistake. Bt I dont really feel like talking to her. I took the blue pill. I can do whatever I want. I show them my feet. They laugh. I tell them im not usually this shabby, I just came to town in a bike to see a friend on very short notice. We make small talk. I turn to her friend. I look at her well. She's pretty. I completely shift attention to her. Another shameful worship compliment. They both giggle. They must think I'm nuts. The hot one says they have to get somewea. She seems genuine. I get both their numbers. When I'm saving the hot one's number I save it as Betty. She's looking at my phone. Then I type in Msawa next to her name. She blushes. Msawa means hot. Kinda like Betty the hot one. I leave. I walk away wondering what just happened. I didnt do anything extraordinary and women still responded well. Maybe I dont need to do anything extraordinary for women to respond well. I think back to all those days I used to hit the gym, take care of myself, dress very well and I still couldnt get anything going on for me with a woman. Inner game beats outer game. All the time.
I go to Archives, a landmark in Nairobi. Opposite archives we have another bus stop. To a place known as Buruburu. Buruburu has a reputation, If you know a hot chic either she grew up there and moved later or she still lives there. I see one. I approach. She says she has to go get the to the bus. She doesnt seem any bit interessted. I understand. Its a numbers game, you lose some, you get some.Its dark now. I see another girl by the corner. I approach. We start talking. She tells me she's from work. Hard day, she just wants to get lose. I tell her i'll fuck her good. She laughs. We stand there and start talking. This one still hasnt seen that Im in slippers. I doubt it would matter. I tell her I didnt have cash on me and I needed to get money from an mobile remittance agent. She obliges. We walk. I tell her ill fuck her good again. She laughs again. This cant be happening. I ask her If she's a prostitute. She says no, obviously offended. She starts talking alot. I notice she has an accent. I dont like accents. Unless they are foreign. We get to the mobile money shop. I get my cash. We leave to the stage. To home. She says she wants to hang around town. Get wasted first, then we can go home. She's asking me to exchange alcohol with sex. Haha. I almost laugh. I'm a cheap guy to start with and I dont feel like spending money on a girl like her. Sex would be guaranteed bt id know I bought it and she was straight up average. Nothing to fuss about. I let her go, she takes my number and says she'll call wen she's done drinking.
Abit distracted now. Theres this place down town where alot of campus chics go to buy clothes. I start walking in that direction. Then I see a hot girl. This one even seems classy. The kind of people you can tell are educated without having an actual conversation with. I follow her. I say hi. We talk she's cool. I tell her im in slippers she laughs. I tell her I want to take her out next week. She asks what I do for a living. Major red flag. She asks for how long have I been working. Another major red flag. By now, I know what kinda woman im dealing with. She says she's in a stable relationship. I insist. She says she lives with dude. She says she's practically married. Her boyfriend was actually saving up for a ring. She says it was really brave of me to chat her up. She could smell the alcohol on me. We hug goodbye. I start walking back to where campus chics buy clothes.
Along the way, I see another hot girl. This one seemed like a campus chic. I say 'HI'. She says hi back. She starts walking real fast. I match her pace. I tell not to run away, Im not a thief. I just look like one. She laughs. I explain the whole coming to town abruptly thing. She understands. I ask her what she does. She says she is applying for jobs. She really wants to work in a bank. I tell her thats not a really smart idea. I tell her she needs to find a highly scalable business. One where everyone in Nairobi can give her a shilling for a month. She likes what I'm saying. I look like I know what im saying. I actually know what im saying. She says we should find somewea to sit so we can talk some more. We are near a hotel called Marble Arch. No where to sit, just closed shops. We see a empty seat on the street, the ones where watchmen sit in. She walks towards it. I follow. She inserts her ass on the plastic seat like a spoilt child. Im supposed to stand and entertain her with my knowlege while she sits. She must be crazy. I tell her to stand. She stands, Girls like to be told what to do. I always know that. Today, I actually acted on it. I sit and motion her to sit on my lap. She does and I circle my arms around her as we talk. She looks at me like im her father. She told me her dad passed wen she was younger. We talk. A watchman comes I give him 100sh and we leave. She says she's headed somewea with her cousins. She really has to go. I try to convince her otherwise, she wouldnt budge. She really has to go to this thing. She didnt even have her purse with her, it was with her cousins. I let her go. I didnt have my phone on me. It was charging in some back alley. I dont even have my phone number offhead. Its a new line. Judge, I dont care. I give her my cousins' number. I'v had his offhead for a long time. She calls him. Then she asks my name. I'm in. We hug. Still not believing what happened. Did she not see how I was dressed? Didnt she see my slippers? She sat on a stranger's lap after 10 minutes. And she's hot. Still havent taken her number from my cousin yet. He's asleep in his room with his girlfriend. Good for him
I go to the place where chics buy clothes. Its empty. Nobody's around. It even looks like u could get mugged there. I leave hurriedly. As i climb the flight of stairs. I see a really hot chic. She's standing with her friend. Cant even remember what her friend looked like. I dont even say hi. I throw another shameless worship compliment opener. I stare. From a distance, I tell her I havent seen a girl that pretty in a while. She knows I'm fucking with her but she smiles. Her friend didnt like it. I really have to learn how to disarm the other girl. Her friend pulls her away. I dont follow, I just tell her she should feel shitty for ignoring a guy who thinks the world of her. Of course im playing. She can tell. She's smiling walking away, She tells me an introduction and a hi before a compliment would have been nice. They leave. I start walking back to the stage.
I see two women. These were not girls but women. Not older, or classy or anything just the type that looked like they'd be offended If you called them girls instead of ladies. They are dressed in flowing white dresses. They must be anxiously headed to hijack a rich man's All White Party. I open them with a simple "Hi". They dont want to talk. I try again. They dont want to talk again. I walk straight ahead. In my slippers. My slippers hitting the floor hard. I imagining a huge wave of dust hitting their snotty little noses as I fluff my slippers moving step to step. After a while I forget about them. Its late I want to go home.
I go to the bus stop. I get in. Ordinarily, wen I get in a bus I go sit next to a man. That way I can concentrate on being a loser. Today, nah. I scout for the hottest chic in the bus and sit next to her. I ignore her for a bit. Then I start talking. She has dreads. Those well kept dreads that say I might have dreads but im not a weed smoker neither do I think being a rebel without a cause is cool, I just like how they look. Those kind of dreads. I point to my slippers. She laughs. I tell her about the wonderful day ive been having being a careless person without a worry and how women responded. I tell her about the secret society and tell her ive been hitting on random women the whole day. She laughs. I ask her how can women respond much more openly to an idiot in slippers who doesnt care what they think and even sit on his lap and yet can't even pay any mind to the same guy when he's well dressed but moves conservatily. She told me: Confidence. Apparently, its everything.
For women, they want a man who can face the world boldly. And when a dude is young the only indicator he can handle whatever life throws at him is his confidence. How capable does he think he is. Thats the single strongest indicator women go with. Everything else is nonesense. As she said nonesense, she seemed like she meant it. I pay her fare. Its the only thing I can do for her. And I tell her she's too hot for fuck boys. I tell her to never mess with fuckboys. She smiles. She doesnt ask what a fuckboy is. I think she already had her mind made up on that particular issue of her life before I even talked about it.
I'm home now. Still feeling like a different person. Aint smoking again, aint drinking again. Life's too short for cheap thrills. Lets get it. Be Bold. Be Strong. Be A Man. Peace.
