Mercy Geno Apachi
Not many people envision having children with me.
I guess they imagine responsible women come in long dresses and block heels- not buggy jeans and T-shirts.
I guess they also imagine responsible women neither laugh like he-goats nor post memes.
Probably they think I am capable of running away in the middle of the night to the bar with an infant to drown out their annoying midnight cries
I guess I am the kind of woman they admire but wouldn’t desire romantically because feminism is ‘ chaos.’
Or the kind of woman whose attraction is enough for one-night stands, not for serious relationships (whatever those are)
But not Olobo (let’s just call him that).
TODAY Olobo ASKED ME FOR A CHILD!!!!
As in you guys, someone sees me in all of this messy being I am and wants to have children with me!! Cheyiii!
Olobo says the first day he met me in the bar with bright red Bata slippers and heard the ‘oluzungu /Leb Munu /Accented English that came out of my weirdly pink lips, he knew I could handle any Parent-Teacher Meetings in the future.
Olobo says the first day he met me, touched my face and found no trace of foundation or make-up, he knew that in all of my ugliness, I will not be bothered enough to waste so much time in the future doing make-up, so he will be on time for his programs with me.
Olobo says he wants a child with me you guys!!!
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