Have you ever met someone who makes you forget your morals? I mean, you forget that your mother told you to make sure no one but your husband squeezes the fruits of your chest. Or that your virginity is only for your husband to break. Or that you have to make sure no other man comes close to your garden of lilies. Have you felt so deeply ‘in love’ that you don’t care if the other person loves you back? Like, “Hey, I have enough love for you and I, okay?”
I’m a ‘good girl’, I haven’t drank, smoked, gone clubbing, or had sex. I have no extra piercings, I don’t wear anklets and I’m even too scared to think of getting a tattoo. This is not entirely because I don’t want to. Well, it’s because I’m told those are for the ‘bad girls’ to do. Nobody likes the ‘bad girls’. Apparently, the boys who sleep around with the ‘bad girls’ always come back for the ‘good girls’ like me.
What Who am I?
The girl your African mother wants you to be. Continue reading