My Apologies Sisters
I like it when a man opens the car door for me. Gives me a chance to say thank you, like mama taught me.
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 Coach Prime 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 is before me 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 Nigerian musician Kizz Daniel.
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.
Nonqaba waka Msimang
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