DONT THINK COZ AM PRETTY AM YOYO


 
so its one of those weekends and me and my gals have chochana'ad' to turn up. Definitely we have to keep the dressing elegant and simple as we dash out, like a normal girls night out, a little bit of dancing and boozing as we pass the night away. Out of the blues a waitress is at our table asking me what am taking, so I'm a little bit confused i had already placed my order and was simply enjoying it and I'm like what is she insinuating before Jane reminds me it must be from some secret admirer. So we go for baileys and we all enjoy it. Money has a way of making people think they can get basically anything. 
as the night progresses i notice some guy staring so i look back and smile as i enjoy the music which was so good. the gaze is constant and this becomes a bit bizarre, it made me uncomfortable so i walk to his table and ask whats up with the gazing. its like the guy was waiting for an opening, so he starts blubbering and the only thing that gets my attention is when he finishes and says 'so can we go now?'. What!!!! did that guy just confuse me for some 'chips funga', that really got me into some nasty mood that didn't end quite well. What do these guys really think when they see a pretty girl having some fun..... just another yoyo I'm guessing. 
It is no surprise that a majority of celebrities have got this idea in their heads and act like they run the towns in their tours. We may say the groupies encourage this notion but we cannot just generalize every chiquitta is up for this madness. You'll find that a celebrity wants to sleep with a female presenter just because they offered them some interview and act like that is normal. Not only that,.. too bad for u if u associate yourself with those scrupulous producers who lie to you about having dinner with this celebs and leave you there. Definitely this is a 'cloud nine' moment for most ladies but this should be no surprise if the next morning you wake up in some strange bed with only a thousand shillings note attached to some sticky note 'late for my plane'. If you choose to walk out of this situation  and go home too bad for you as most definitely you'll have to wait for a life time before you get another big opening and you'll be called 'ule dame mshamba' as the posh cars follow you while skidding on the road side to scare you on your way back. 
In short as that beautiful girl that I am, ill have to be deal with low self esteem issues as a result of any of the choices I make when i'm caught up in such a situation. The degradation of us pretty girls is real menace and that idea should be totally ditched. Don't think coz am pretty am yoyo.



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