One time he had brought some Mutura and bananas to our riverside date and told me that their farm was
approximately ten acres and that his dad had showed him the parcel he would inherit. All I heard was “I
am financially stable and ready to start a family”. My delusions as a woman are deep rooted.

My dating life is a sequence,

Knotted in a blue rope

I have been in many ships,

The name of my home encrypted in their banners,

I have boarded and alighted

We fall in love with three types of people in our lifetime;

There is the ‘I was young and dumb kind of love’. hmm

The crazy one where you confuse a frog for a prince. You confuse a toxic pattern for “love” ,You get hurt, depressed, broken, eventually, you take the little dignity left of you alongside the lessons you took ages to learn and move on, and maybe, become a bitter feminist who strongly believes that men are trash. Whichever the case, your bruised heart survived.