Woman Crush Wednesday.

Talk to me, you know I miss you. I'm not naive neither is this obsession, just being inspired by adventure and driven by passion, too passionate it seems ugly maybe. The world keeps reminding me of its danger but I'm still trusting to chance, all for you, stranger.  I got some regrets but my past won't keep me from my best, maybe I'm fated for the better but I want you. 

The other night I spilled half the milk. Crazy how I had my eyes fixed on it, my hand on the stove knob but still, you were in my mind, Wa-akili. Mum had nothing to cry off, she just said: if she can't use your comb, you better not bring her!

Black women with natural long hair drive me crazy. A lifetime of never-ending work, molded in beautiful genes that demand attention, indeed holy is the black woman's hair. 

Talk to me, I hope today I will be alert with the milk, Mum will go bananas if it happens again, or should I just tell her about you? Suave and savage and debonair all that at the same time. your genuine full-text smile that is crazy. About your whiter-than-white lower_caps teeth and that I lost myself the day I gazed into your brown bug eyes. So you know, she asked about my coffee-stained shirt from that evening we met at the shopping Centre coffee house.

 I bet she'll think I'm crazy, how do I tell her I picture you as a pile of dreams shaped into a human body, humble for you made out of the earth and noble for you made of stars, you the kind that never needs a man, you are what a man needs and that I only said Hi, didn't even get your name just because you were sitting at my favorite spot and smiled suggestively or I was just shy.

Talk to me, I want to see you again. Tell me you are crazy, are you intimidated by flightless birds, personally, I am. Do you think it was the egg or the chicken that came first?

Are you into politics, Aliens, or treasures? Let me guess, you pursuing law, hey Wa-Akili, a quick one, how can  I get you off my mind? Are you religious, I can be waking you up religiously for morning glory, or perhaps you are into music. I rap when I'm in love, I romp too but my waist hardly moves, usually my arms, but it's funny you should see it. Just anything to see you smile.

Are you stunned by heights, how high can you get? Are you into hallowed drugs? Next week am moving back to my hostel. I can sneak you to the rooftop, my caretaker doesn't allow it, but by midnight his always dead asleep. You know if you want, we can watch the moon the whole night. perhaps you are my type, moonlight- sunlight.

 Maybe stare and count the stars because it will take a lifetime or two. I don't know who smokes weed on their first date, but I wouldn't mind us. Pull you close as venus starts to make its entrance and the cool breeze kicks in. Hem you in, and nuzzle you to feel your essence. I know a spot where the wind doesn't blow that hard, with little zeal to add to mine.

Ohhh sh*t  milk, huh, gotcha. still not boiling huh?

Hey, talk to me. So, what do you do for fun?  I take pictures, that's why I picture you and me together. You see in my mind you are perfect for me, sadly in reality I don't know you. Hey Wa_akili, if you love something, you can let it go free, if it comes back then it's yours to keep, if it doesn't you hunt it down and take it by force. Nowadays am an hour earlier for my coffee desiring to meet you, coincidentally, of course, hahaa. Will I get to see you again or should I hunt you down? Oh sorry, that's not a threat, you just drive me crazy.

So, do you love kids? I'd love a pair, of left-handed twins on a farm, away from the city with a bunch of goats and sheep. Anyways, just curious, if we happen to be making any; are you a slow smooth rhythm person, background music, or do you moan your own? Oh, do you light up your way or do you love it dark, do you walk with socks on your feet or you must feel the ground? 

Are you into sweet pains and stimulating torture? Do you drive sometimes or all the time perhaps lead? I love dogs holding them by their leash. Maybe one day we could live off metaphors, junk food, and love. Do you have a man? If so I definitely understand and am happy for you. I mean, you are beautiful, and am sure he’s a nice dude. No, cut the crap. 

Maybe I should find out his name, where he stays and works, track him then run him down with my bike then give you time to let him go then I'll chip in with a shoulder. Ultimately, we will be left to each other, and live happily after ever.

Talk to me. What's your idea of a perfect life? Oh, I go first! Ok, well. A big ranch, grandkids, a pickup truck Mmmh a yellow wire ni ngombe cap, maybe jacket and gumboots. Pay my taxes, retirement money get a dog. I love  Golden Retrievers, a Panasonic record radio for rumba, and a big library, should I mention you? Oh, on holidays in Bora-Bora, make sand castles out of the sand or visit the  Coconut Palace. Your turn. Ooh boy, look at me blushing, smiling like crazy.

Oooh, shit shit, the milk. Not again today your liquidy piece of....

Mum: what's her name?

Me: I call her Wa-Akili, didn't get her name, just said hi and lots of crazy crap I feel ashamed to think of.

Mum: look at you wasting my milk over an imaginary crush.

Me: she's not, she's real. Black natural hair, athletic body, clean feet, and brown eyes. She speaks too much  Queen’s tongue though.

Mum: sure you'll meet her when you guys resume school.

Me: ooh boy, we resuming full house. From the confused freshmen to zombied fourth years, you don't wanna hear about the odds of meeting a person you don't have contact with.

Mum: Then don't go on wasting my milk!

Looks like a tough semester already. Hey Wa-akili before you go, will I see you again?

I want to say goodbye if that will make you cry. Oh shit, you're not real. My seat is not that comfortable since I first and maybe last saw you in it, and my coffee too. Becoming too cautious, still can't figure out how I ended up spilling it on my favorite shirt. Maybe it's a thing with stunning beauty, the woman of your dreams right? You not real, anyways let me get busy you've had enough of me already

Just shoot your shot ladies and gentlemen, unexpressed emotions will never die, tell the beauty or king the kind of sensations they trigger, Love or lust. Nothing is ever lost and it's better to find out once and for all, you won't die bwana!