MY ADVICE TO YOUNG GIRLS

You see, I grew up just like any other
normal child. Played football just like
any other child. Played kalongolongo
just like any other child. And just like
any other normal child I grew up with
love. And there was love. And here
there was love. I saw mama raised my
wife-to-be. Taught her the basic rules
of love and always bonded as two
together. There was this time we had
to kiss each other. And that was way
back when I was 6 year old. There
was love. I could see it but I just didn’t
know it. But times just changed. The
girl I was in love with, I saw her grow.
Her hips bulged and her boobs were
there, big as never before. All of a
sudden she changed. To clubs she
went. She ranted and raved. Got drunk
and flushed her morals. Exotically
danced. Clubbed. And came home late.
Just all of a sudden this lady I grew up
with. Now sixteen years old. Became
the talk of the neighbourhood. Every
other boy wants to have a piece of her
pie. Ony sixteen but has the physique
of a 20+ year old lass. She now don’t
sleep at home. Every other watchman
in town knows her. Every other club
bouncer has some tales about her.
Then there she is. A rauble rouser. A
club banger. Alcoholic guzzler. Grand
hustler. Golddigger. Player. Sex maniac.
Twilight mogul. Pole dancer. Skimpy
dresser. Eyebrows raiser. Hellraiser.
Then there she was. a paper-born
lover.
Only sixteen, and teenagehood
adolescent had wrecked the hell out of
her. She had seen more than twice her
age. She had experienced what she
never experimented. And life was
tough.
Only 16 and she was having sex for
breakfast, lunch and supper. Her
lifestyle was her heaven. Then here
came her morals: Rotten and decayed.
She was this kind of a girl who could
do anything worse just to achieve
whichever of the sort. Apart from
everything else. She was an active
cannabis puffer. She took puff after
puff and her nostrils were not
different from any smoke-sooted
exhaust pipes I’ve never came across.
Things were hard coz she was tough.
Then again there she was, indulging
her life in the cosmos of para-
hardknock drugs. Decayed morals.
Embarassing loyals. Blood-drenched
royals. Then at one point she came
into light. Took a test and tested
postive. Took another test and it was
positive. Took other tests and they
were positive. She was HIV+ POSITIVE.
And a couple of other communicable
diseases were already within her.
Then there she was thin and thinner.
A once beautiful girl was now not
different from a sack of cassava being
stepped upon by some uneducated
tout in the midst of the overcrowded
Machakos Country Bus Station.
She was just surviving for this one last
breathe. Her only dream was death. I
couldn’t believe life can be this unfair.
How can an angel just transform to a
lucifer in a period of one year. Only
sixteen and we were yet to bid her
farewell. Say how nice she was in the
life before and how good God will
treat her in the life after. Good girl
gone bad. And how can a princess
ever define herself a bitch. Or when
did beautiful ever changed it’s
meaning. Times are hard. She died. Her
name was Lynda.
My message unto you ladies. Always
play safe. Strive to love and stick to the
one you have. Sleeping around aint no
hobby. And getting laid just to get
paid has it’s own reserved
consequences. Death. Hate. Remorse.
Regrets. And above all. If you were
once beautiful. Kim Kardashian. Amber
Rose. Tyra Banks. Et al. You’ll become
ugly. Sandra Benhard. And if you
resort to choose narcotics over
everything else. Then your fate won’t
be as different. You’ll mess your
system and eventually die young.
Things happen. Life’s short. Play safe.