C and F#

The greatest thing a man can ever do is teach, provide, and protect. No matter how much money you make or how many exotic women you sleep with, you’ll still feel empty. Utanunua chang’aa ya 30, ulale chini ya bridge, because deep down, you’ll still be missing the one who kept you in check. The one who said, “We fanya hivi.” At the end of the day, ni usiku, and you’ve got no one.

I’m saying this because at my age, I’ve got regrets. I used to mess with escorts, and now it’s coming back to haunt me. I can’t form a real connection anymore everything feels transactional. My age-mates are married, engaged, building something real. There’s that ache in my chest, my body telling you that I need someone, but my heart knows you can’t have them because of who I became.

I had a girl once. I made her feel not enough. I made her feel scared. Sahii niko hapa najiuliza at what point did my taking become self-slaughter?

The other day, I saw a young couple selling chapatis by the roadside. They had nothing, but they had each other. And I swear, I’d give everything to have that. But no amount of money can buy it.

Phone iko dry ni hoes na escorts. No love, no depth, just noise. I’m not the man of my dreams, only a product of my own limitations.

Achana na escorts, bro. Usikue kama mimi.