In a different world,
I found myself inclined to oppose my convictions,
Perhaps even falling in love once more.

She embodied the very essence of virtue,
A living embodiment of heavenly sustenance.
Her beauty knew no bounds, a fusion of form and intellect,
Radiating allure and reason’s grace.

She possessed a distinctive hallmark that distinguished her from others of her ilk,
Calm,
Poised,
Grounded,
And not only visually captivating but also a delight to listen to.

She was a dream, distinct from that of Martin Luther King Jr., yet a dream worth cherishing.

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In my youngish days, confidence seemed an elusive star,
But my upbringing, woven with care and love, set me on a unique path.
With access to all life’s offerings, yet missing self-assurance’s glow,
I struggled to grasp the courage to seize opportunities and let my inner light show.

My ebony skin, unfairly associated with “ugly” by society’s decree,
I felt like a shadow in broad daylight, my ears and nose too prominently free.
Unaware of the treasures hidden within, I was lost in those throes,
Unseen beauty and potential, hidden beneath society’s imposed woes.

Then, fate intervened with the gift of fashion, my life’s turning key,
It became my voice, a conduit for self-expression and discovery.
With style and purpose, I walked the streets with newfound grace,
Fashion bestowed a name upon me, a new identity, a radiant face.

Slowly, I started to see myself through a clearer lens,
A masterpiece of God’s creation, with no need for amends.
Tall, dark, and handsome, I met the world’s admiring gaze,
Transformed from a timid boy to a confident young man, in a triumphant blaze.

Embracing self-love and the journey to find my inner core,
I realized confidence wasn’t about appearance, but the heart’s grandeur.
So, with newfound wisdom, I stepped into my own splendid story,
A journey of self-discovery, wrapped in love, grace, and glory.

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Imagine, if you will, a young man venturing into a world where femininity rules with grace, a narrative as intriguing as it is poetic. Picture this voyage, for my tale unfolds in this enchanting domain.

Surrounded by youth and beauty, I was like a lone star amidst a constellation of radiant comets. How did I feel, you ask? At first, I confess, it was a bewildering trek. Like a fawn wandering amidst the regal lionesses, I pondered how to navigate this realm. How to safeguard my dignity, keeping far from the siren call of workplace gossip.

As we fast forward through the chapters of my story, I can now reveal the outcome. Temptations, like beguiling sirens, whispered tantalizing secrets in my ear. They claimed I was blessed with a simple task – to deceive, not for love, but to fully satisfy ‘sexual desires,’ as they coyly phrased it.

Now, you might assume that the allure of these lovely ladies proved too irresistible. Believe it or not, I triumphed over that unending thirst. Admittedly, they were enchanting, their charm a compelling force. The allure of some playful negotiation beckoned like a hidden treasure. Yet, I heeded my mother’s wisdom, a lighthouse guiding me through the rocky waters of desire. She always urged restraint, especially in the workplace, to spare me the turmoil that might unfold.

And so, in this realm where femininity’s grace holds sway, I emerged unscathed, my mother’s voice my constant guide. I navigated a unique world, finding my place in the poetry of life’s curious narrative.

@okelododdychitchats

How can you tell I’m fresh off the village trail?
Is it my deep Luo accent that tips the scale?
Or the way I gawk at tall city heights,
And marvel at kitchens with shiny delights?

You see, I’m used to thatched roofs and smoky air,
Not frequencies and gadgets, it’s quite a despair.
So, come on, tell me, why am I from the sticks?
Is it my bafflement when modern talk quickly ticks?

My fashion sense? Well, it’s work in progress, you see,
Since we first met, I’ve aimed for a style less “country.”
And when I stroll, do I look like a dog confused?
Checking out town girls, perhaps I’m easily amused.

Now, what’s that brown flour they put on their face?
It transforms them, adds a touch of beauty.
As for wooing their hearts, do I stand a chance?
Or must I sell ancestral land for romance’s advance?

So, my friend, tell me, how do you know I’m from the rural lot?
The village boy in the city, adjusting quite a lot!

@okelododdychitchats

Today, let’s dive into the past, my high school days,
Where wearing well fitting trousers caused quite breach.
Did our teachers not grasp the style game we played?
Or were they in the dark about being well-arrayed?

And what’s the deal with shoes minus any laces?
Seems they wanted to keep us in our places,
But I still ponder why these things led to disgraces.
Kenyan schools, truly unique, in peculiar cases.

Now I’m stuck, contemplating my bygone skills,
My art of seduction, with teenage thrills.
Thinking being nice to a lady was the key,
And yakking ’bout school, our strategy.

I had multiple “relationships” in my claim,
Though I hardly said a thing, just the same.
Believing phone numbers would win a heart,
A pocketful of letters, works of art.

Side hugs, the highlight of a week or more,
We’d boast about them, our trophies to adore.
Holding hands made us feel like kings,
Claiming academic chats had romantic wings.

We conquered hearts with empty pockets and brains,
Unbelievable how we danced without the reins.
So what’s changed, what’s new in the present day?
Is it still the same in the teenage fray?

@okelododdychitchats

In the quiet chambers of my soul, a spark did dwell,
Lingering, dormant, in a silent, secret spell.
But then, fate intervened with a touch of grace,
A meeting so divine, in her enchanting embrace.

Her beauty, a canvas painted by the stars,
Her intellect, a symphony played on nature’s guitars.
She breathed life into that spark, so tender and small,
And it danced and flickered, heedless of all.

In her presence, I felt a warmth, a light so pure,
A flame born of admiration and allure.
With every thought of her, it grew, untamed,
A radiant fire that in my heart was named.

She, the catalyst, the muse, the guiding star,
Ignited passions I had kept hidden, afar.
In her, I found a world anew, a different shore,
A flame transformed, burning forevermore.

So, in this tale of love’s profound decree,
A spark met its destiny, to be forever free,
In the glow of her presence, brilliantly it came,
A love so bright, ignited by her name.

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In her presence,
I struggled to summon my courage,
My steps faltered and unsteady,
I staggered along,
My legs felt weightless, as if a gentle breeze might whisk me away.

When she began to speak,
My mind seemed to freeze, lost in a fog of confusion,
I couldn’t form a coherent thought, just gazing at this magnificent creation,
Her finely crafted face and gracefully curved body,
It was like watching a scene in a captivating movie I’ve cherished.
I must confess, what I witnessed left me stumbling over my words,
I couldn’t speak coherently, trembling, unable to articulate a single thought.
In her gaze, I regressed to a state of childlike wonder.

@okelododdychitchats

Hey there,

Apologies for my silence,
No explanations, I won’t pretend,
You know I despise those lame excuses,
I won’t be their grim reaper, no abuses.

I understand you might be mad,
But let’s not make it too bad,
How was your weekend, by the way?
Mine had its good and bad display.

Saturday brought me joy galore,
Gor Mahia’s win, a victory to adore,
Manchester United, what a comeback delight,
Even managed to beat Bache on PlayStation,
So, that was a high point, no exaggeration.

Sunday, though, turned rather dull,
Arsenal’s win made me feel so small,
I had my hopes on Manchester City, true,
But luck wasn’t in my favor, who knew?

Oh, I almost forgot to explain,
I’ve been here before, I must abstain,
You caught me in my previous game,
But this time, no competitor, I claim no fame.

I know my weakness, ladies do entice,
But this weekend, it’s just me, no dice,
I’m trying to curb that thirst within,
Working on self-control, let the games begin.

Before I say goodbye and depart,
I promise to mend my communication, from the heart,
I’ve said it before, I know it’s true,
But this time, I’m really working on it for you.

So, please don’t grow weary, my dear,
I still love and miss you, have no fear,
This time, it’s not just words I’m conveying,
From my heart, my love is here, no delaying

@okelododdychitchats

I am a fractured soul, torn apart by life’s relentless force,
With jagged edges and no remnants of love’s sweet course.
Don’t venture too near, don’t form a binding thread,
Unless your heart’s as unyielding as steel, strong and well-led.

I am a shattered piece, pleading you to stay clear,
Embrace my existence, but don’t draw me near.
For disappointment and heartbreak lie in this space,
As fractured as I am, you’ll find no lasting embrace.

I am a wounded fragment, don’t bear my past’s weight,
You, with your grace and virtues, are truly first-rate.
A precious gem, you need not suffer in love’s name,
I’m a fractured soul, craving solace, not seeking fame.

I say this, so you’re aware, don’t let emotions ignite,
I appreciate you deeply, under the moon’s gentle light.
I’m just a sexually starved soul, longing to satisfy my sexual need,
But I don’t want your heart to break, out of love or heed.

Know that I care for you, though my scars run deep,
I cherish our connection, a secret I’m willing to keep.

@okelododdychitchats

I attempted to resist, but it was futile!
My mind constantly replayed that moment,
When I held you close, fingers tracing your delicate waist,
Drawing nearer to your beautifully shaped lips for a gentle kiss,
My eyes closing as I envisioned the possibilities stemming from that first touch,
And how deeply I could savor the sweetness, like honey in a pot…

Rather than distancing myself, I found myself entranced,
Longing for more than just a kiss,
Acting whimsically, sending messages to myself, pretending they were meant for you, and eagerly awaiting a response,
Showering with my phone perched on a nearby towel,
Sleeping with my phone tucked beneath my pillow, a thin thread connecting it to my ears,
Waiting for a message that only imagination hears,
I’m trapped in this fantasy, I must confess,
I’ve become completely, hopelessly obsessed!
I’ve become consumed!

Consumed by your charm,
Your touch, your words, your all I crave,
I’m helpless, your captive, your loyal slave,
I’ve tried to escape, but here I remain,
Obsession’s prisoner, in love’s sweet chain.

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