I know I am not supposed to snoop, But it was there and I was curious,It lie on my bed side, Her camera was begging me to look through it, To Invade her privacy, Like a girl who is left with a mans phone, While he is in the shower, And all she wants to do is just see the call log. All I wanted to do was invade her privacy.
that afternoon my phone had no charge, But it is princess who was to blame for that too. I bbm'd her the whole night before, It was tortue having to spend the day phone less, I had it but I couldn't use it, So it was like I technically had no phone. Don't say you don't understand and you know, Everyday and every time, You would rather forget you jacket on a rainy day, Than forgetting you phone!
Technically I had no phone, It screen was as blank as death, I needed a socket as soon as I could get, But I was already in town, It's not like I could go into some random persons office, Then ask them to charge my phone.
In this society of unkindness and suspiciousness, Do that and you will find yourself in an asylum or the police cells, And since your phone isn't charged be sure to spend two or three days there!
I was enjoying my sisters company,
Over nice coffee,
We were bonding,
But mostly laughing,
The fact that the restaurant allowed me to steal their electricity,
And connect my phone made me even more happier,
I imagined there were a million missed calls, That's what you imagine when you phone is off, But sometimes it is a proper disappointment. This time it was far from a disappointment, If disappointment was the south pole; Then what I got when I switched on the phone was north pole.
The red light blinked,
There was one notification, She had written on my wall, All the other Facebook notifications seized being a priority,
*am in Nakuru"
That is what she wrote on my wall.
I dropped everything in excitement,
My education was dropped, There was no way I was going to court that afternoon; My bad attitude at the slow waiters dropped too, But I think that is mainly cause I was hungry no more.
Their is something about love,
That makes you say, "these days I do not eat" And actually mean it. And I dropped my phone to, Out of the shocking excitement, She was in Nakuru. We were in the same town.
"who was that?"
"why are you so happy?"
My sisters sense of humor became flat, She was being inquisitive, She knew better than continue with the stories she was telling me. She sensed someone had touched my heart, Taken all my attention, Just with a phone call.
"I am coming back, be nice to her"
And thats all I said. Then went to look for my princess. she stood there, In her purple top, Almost white but cream pants, Not tight like any girl would wear, They were almost lose like a sophisticated girl like her. Not saying I don't love tight ones, If she wore tight ones I would start to love them,
Not cause she would wear them in such away they would look elegant,
Which she would, But largely cause she just wore them.
Her hair was braided and black as unedited letters on Microsoft word,
And it was lose but arranged like the letter 's'.
Her skin was as light brown as the background of the Notepad of an iPad.
She was beautiful.
And her lips we red, And her hips wear screaming out of her trousers. And I was in purple and blacked checked boxers, And I was breathless, not that my boxers were out in the open, They were inside but they matched with her top,
I watched her wave casually to me. To tell me I was there, But what she didn't know is that I had seen her. I could feel myself begin to fly,
"Do not run! Do not run!"
"Be cool! Be cool! "
I told myself, But it was as if the spirit was willing, But the flesh was weak.
My body wanted to run and hug her. But my mind was telling me to be a Cool guy and not run. I swear I must have run, Cause people saw me, And I hugged her for days, I think the people around noticed it was for days, Except us,
Or is it that they noticed cause we ran to each other?
Most probably it was both.
I should have remembered, To be cool, and not ran, But who cares, We hugged, and it felt like love and sex. My sister gazed as we walked to her table, With my princess in my hand, She now understood who it was on the phone. And princess met my sister with a smile, That made me so happy.
My almost-girlfriend met my sister with a smile.
My sister, Me, My princess, And my princess's cousin, We all sat together. My cappuchino was already cold, But my heart was warm, She looked hot, And that is what warmed my coffee, I took it that way. Her coffee was brought by the waiter, And it was steaming hot like she is. We had warm beautiful conversation; All of us. Teased each other. Then I held her hand,
Pulled her away from the crowd.
It was going to be just us, Just her and me, And so we went for a walk, And left our coffee their in the cold, We were going to a warmer and more private place, Not our hearts, But somewhere where we would be, Just the two of us. She put her hand around my arm, And I sank that hand, In my pocket, As her arm ring-ed mine. I felt like such a man. We kissed, But her lips didn't feel like they did, Their was something dry about them, Something not wet, Not passionate enough. It must have had something to do with her worry, That she left my sister with her camera. And you know blood is thicker than water,
Even though my sister liked her at first sight, She would snitched about what she saw on the camera at the blink of an eye.
Her kiss was not as passionate, She must have been a little worried.
We had gotten to the tennis court. My heaven. And we were going to defile it, I could feel it with my balls, You must not think i felt it with my tennis balls, Just cause I was on the tennis court!
So even when my lips didn't feel her kiss, My heart felt it, Felt them. She laughed beautifully. She smells wonderfully. I could almost eat her! And my hand on her... I felt her softness. She is soft. I loved it. But we didnt sex!
When we had had enough. We walked back from isolation, Back to civilization, Where you see and not touch, You crave but are forced to be civilized about it. Talk of man eat man society! We make rules that just hurt us ourself. We were back there, With the third and fourth wheel. My sister and princess's cousin. She sipped her already cold coffee, And I sipped my cold cappuccino. And we sipped each others, Like it was the normal thing to do; To sip each others drinks.
I guess we were so excited, That our excitement was heating up the coffee, We laughed. We gazed into each others eyes. And loved.
Time moved as first as our heart beats. If we sat their any longer it would be next year! It was getting late. Time passed so first. She had to leave, They had to leave, They had a long journey ahead. We all pushed back the seats to the table, Naturally like well bred people do. But then we walked out of the restaurant indecently, Like careless lovers do.
An elderly lady intersected us,
"Oh shit shit shit,"
And as she shook my hand. And my hand left princess. She walked away. I was ready for a reprimand. And as she shook my hand, I felt a paper in it,
I looked at it, It was a valuable paper.
Why was she giving me money?
"...is that your girlfriend?"
"that is something small to buy her coffee"
And she smiled and almost winked at me. And I smiled at that wise old lady, I even almost winked at her As a reward for making me happy, As a reward of acknowledging young love.
I found them waiting for me,
"what did she tell you..."
We had to get coffee. We have to obey the elderly. Hehe! So even though we were late, We went to find my princess coffee, We bought chocolate instead,
As we walked into the shop, A lot of important people shop at that hour,
my dads old business friends waved at me. She was in my hand, I didn't care, I waved back at them. Cause I was proud of her, Proud of what I felt for her. The whole world should know, I could open the window to the whole world,
Make love to her as they watched, And envied me, For having her.
When we got back to the car, It was tinted, We kissed, and did other things
That were almost sex.
And as she Drove off back to her town, I raced her, She was on the left side of the road, And I was on the right side, If we were a bit more daring we would let her Right side car mirror and my left side car mirror, Touch each other in the same way as, Her right hand held my left hand,
As we took a walk that afternoon. But she was late, And it was evening,
Turning to night fast. We couldn't let our side mirrors touch.
I had to turn back somewhere, And she had to drive on until she got home, Her window was open. She was in her black peacoat, I could see her moving further ahead, And I could see my car slow down, I turned back, And my smile turned upside down, And resembled a sad smiley.
I wished I could drive for her till home, And I hate driving and love drivers. But for her anything... But she had to go alone. And I had to stay alone.
I promised to charge my phone all times, So that it would never feel like she left, She could reach me whenever she wanted, It was a beautiful day.
I know I am not supposed to snoop, But it was there and I was curious, She had forgotten her camera in my bag, Somewhere between changing cars.
I switched it On and immediately my love for her switched off, Photo after photo I felt my heart die. And it reached a point I wanted to bang it on the wall, So that it breaks and resembles my broken heart. I couldn't take it anymore. So I stopped going through those perfectly heart breaking photos.
But i couldn't sleep, It lay there by my bed side, As if begging me to go through it a little more, So that I could stop being curious and sleep.
I gave in to my curiosity, like a curious cat gives into it curiosity till it dies.
I snooped to my heart's content, Until I was satisfied completely.
Then my world sank, completely. You remember how the titanic sank. I didn't even text her good night that night. It was over....
"Do not run! Do not run!"
"Be cool! Be cool!"
I told myself. Fight with her. Don't walk away, Deal with it. If I let it slide I would be letting my heart slide away from her, I was raging my heart didn't slide though. I decided to stay and fight.
"Why didn't you protect me?"
"Why? Why Why Why?"
"you knew those photos would hurt me"
"why didn't you protect me"
"if you told me in advance they were there at least..."
"I would hurt yes, but it's always good to be prepared before hand"
It's as if she was crying. She was on the other end of the phone so I wouldn't know for sure, Whether they were man-made tears,Those are what we call Crocodile tears these days.
I wouldn't know for sure, whether they were genuine tears, Or whether they were just sound effects of tears but none of them dropped, I chose to believe they were real, Just like what I feel for her in my heart is real.
"you should have told me before I found out"
"you should have protected me like that"
It's like bragging to a girl's ex on how good she treats you in bed, not knowing you are bragging to the guy, Who taught her that, And when it downs onto you, You are stripped of your ego and pride. And a mans ego and pride is like a girls bosom and behind. Imagine stripping you off you behind and front, It's always good to be prepared. But she did not prepare me. She didn't tell me about the photos. I was stripped off of my behind,
I thought you would watch my ass baby?
I thought you would watch my pride.
I stuck for the fight. She stuck for the fight. I stuck for the fight. I felt like i wanted to walk away. But I told myself.
"be cool! be cool!"
"don't run, don't run"
We fought, Until we sorted it up. The details I shall not tell, Cause even when you air your linen in public, You air the lingerie and not those awful panties; That could be as big as parachutes. When you snoop to your hearts content, And your pride dies and your tears fall, But what you feel for her is so strong, And you know you are better off, Joined rather than broken, All you can do is say.
"be cool be cool"
"don't run don't run"
Cause you know when the fight is over, You will have something even greater,
What doesn't break you makes you stronger, doesn't it?
But only when she makes you say,
"be cool be cool"
"don't run don't run"
When you see her walking gracefully towards you,
And you can't wait to hug her.
But if she is not worth it, And you snoop through her phone, And your heart sinks like a trageic story, and you feel she is not worth a fight.
"be cool, be cool run"
"run! Run!"
And now I plug my phone to the wall, So that if she decides to surprise me again it will ring, She has to find me easily, For her I am always easily available, To miss classes I will, And when I doubt I should do that, I remember the lady who asked me to buy her coffee, She must have seen love, I remember my sister smiling at her, And she doesn't easily smile at the girls who hold my hand, When I doubt what I feel for her, I remember dropping my hunger,As testimony to all lovers who declare.
"they don't eat, or drink"
"all they think about is you"
And when I doubt you I remember in particular, You are so hot, I next to you, drink my coffee cold, Thats how she warms my hot coffee without a micro wave.
It is a free country,
Express your freedom,
'be cool, be Cool'
'run! Run!'
Or,
'be cool, be Cool!'
'don't run! Don't run'
