The night is here, longer than I expected; I’m staring at my colourful yellow bulb that fully illuminates my bedsitter to the four corners,
It’s almost midnight, the night clubs and casinos have been shut, the Mugithi live performers have finished their job, it’s now pay time,
Loud voices of both rich and poor drunk men can be heard as they are forced to vacate the local bar, it’s almost curfew time!
Some are giving directions to taxi drivers, others have their own private drivers while the other class of poor sons are walking on foot back to their wives,

All this time I’m laying on my bed, alone, meditating on my next move in life after a one-year period of healing,
Not from an injured limb but from a broken heart, after I gave it all to one grand daughter of Jezebel who pushed my heart between a rock and a really hard place,
The memories are still fresh in my mind, but the wounds have healed completely, once again I’m happy but with a different perspective of love,
They say you can’t cross a river if you’re not ready to get wet, personally I would rather swing on a chopper or a kite, a bird, anything that can fly…

If you’re married with kids, good for you, actually congratulations for making it, but if you’re still in your twenties, broke and without a stable job,
Still running from the horn of Africa to the south of Limpopo looking for a good life, so that you can marry a beautiful lady and live happily ever after…
Continue young chap, you’re on the right track, but for me and my small heart we shall continue enjoying stress-free single life, until it’s time,
An old man once told me that, “marriage is like a prison, so young man, choose your inmate wisely, marriage is an expensive institution” trust me those words sunk deep!

If you ever ask young girls whom they wish to get married to, just take a pen and listen carefully as they narrate characteristics of non living things,
Research has it that most women don’t fall for you, but for who you’re in the society and most important they must peruse the size of the wallet before risking it all,
Assuming that you lose that job when your little boy is in a fancy school, man, you will be slapped by a divorce as early as three in the am,
I’m not discouraging anyone who’s willing to marry or get married, ofcourse marriage is Godly, but as for me, I’ll marry when I want…!