I Like It
Oops! My sisters in crime will maul me for saying that. Maybe I should wait until I buy the whole Colorado Buffaloes football gear: vests, leggings, shoulder pads and the helmet, to protect myself. I must also buy a Prime Time hoodie to hide my face from shame, but I will still put this post in the mail.
1. I like it when a man pulls the chair for me at a public place.
2. I like it when we are on the pavement, and a man walks on the road side. It first happened in Harlem N.Y. I asked Carl why he did it. He said to protect me from cars. Oooh! Sista sista! Isn’t that cute?
3. I like it when a man opens the door in a building, steps aside to let me in first. It enables me to concentrate on what and who is in the room, while he covers my back. It is also for selfish reasons, to make a statement that the fine wine behind me is mine for the day. Unfortunately, it’s like that with men, one day at a time. Tomorrow is not promised, to quote a song by Kizz Daniel, a Nigerian musician.
4. I like it when I ask a man to text me the event address so that we can meet there and he says: “How about if I pick you up?”
5. I like it when a man looks at me across the crowded room and I know it’s time to go home.
Your place or mine? Very important. Yes I have a car. I just love the way he makes me feel in public.
By: Nonqaba waka Msimang.
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