THE MISADVENTURE THAT NEVER WAS

I last kissed passionately when i was 19,

Just after being a teen,

With Moreen,

A fellow teen,

Near the University canteen,

Oh, again with Prossie,

With whom we got cozy,

By then, no quaranteen…

That day, Pepe Kale,

Was coming to my Hall,

So i dreamed having this whole,

The kind of filled hall,

Not so holy,

Lord have mercy!

At University Hall,

The only compus hall,

With mama kakyaala,

Unleashing her moves..

We begun with a Fanta and kindazi,

With this mico west,

Before being wasted away,

Then some tastey jesa milk,

As we climbed stairs,

Leading us astray,

With the warden,

Wording most flukers away,

By the way..!

Again, like Kafiti,

The village Wag.