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Dear miss single successful

I am seated in front of my DELL LATITUDE/E6400, scrolling down pages in my surgery books, I am thinking, thinking of that man I saw with a large fleshy mass protruding from in between his buttocks, buttocks that were wrapped in a loosely fitting white boxer, with streaks of red (from the mass) and green from the opening just above the mass that is the anus. My phone rings, it’s Jordan, he sounds edgy (he is not good at concealing any emotion), shit, this is the tenth time he has called, I swear I didn’t hear it ring, wait, I forgot to remove the silent mode. He wants us to talk; I can smell a break up. I am almost sad but a break up will be cool. Don’t think I don’t love him, he is tall and not so dark (my type), he speaks amazing English (fish is his staple food), he is a banker, he cooks (I love love this), he is an excellent dancer, he goes to church though I haven’t heard him confess that ‘yesu ni bwana wa maisha yangu” he is the man I want, but he can’t have me, I can’t have him too. He talks too much about money and the economy, and appreciation and depreciation, he hates blood and the way I talk about pus and foul smelling vaginal discharges as if I am talking about vanilla scented condoms. He hates quickies, I love them (they are time saving). He hates it when I wear a lab coat on top of my chiffon blouse. My pediatrics textbook (Nelson’s textbook ) is too heavy he can’t lift one, I have about six like those ones to read and he thinks three straight hours of reading is too much. He is always thinking about babies, I am always thinking about my finals. He is just like the lawyer that he replaced, who was just like the accountant he had replaced.
The dreams of children clinging onto my wrapper, a husband dropping me at work, fat in-laws to deal with and a messy house to arrange are slowly fading. The only men who understand my kind of life are my classmates, but they think I am too old for them (even though they got their first erections before my breast buds appeared), they still sag their trousers though. The qualified doctors are all married to teachers, nurses, and jobless women, and besides they spend too much of their time oscillating between the hospital and the bar and I don’t want to be a second wife to some toothless drunkard surgeon.
My youth is far spent, my biological clock is ticking. school will soon be over, I am moving towards money and money is moving towards me, but farther and farther from men. the closer I move towards my dream car, the farther they move away. One thing is for sure, I will cling to my dreams that is why I have this feeling, that I will end up like you miss single successful woman. Tell me how did you end up like that? Choice or circumstance? How do you live in a five bed-roomed house alone? Isn’t it lonely? What dreams do you dream, wet or dry? Do you have sex? With whom? How often? Do you ever long for another cuddling mate besides your pillow? Do you ever long for whispers and hot kisses?
I love the way your car keys dangle from your well manicured hands though, I want to be able to walk in those six inch stilettos of yours, and look down and see short men. The way your skirt ends just above your knees, the pink bra that you wear beneath your black chiffon top, the way your hips swing this way and that way when you walk, the smell of your perfume, it pulls them to you, they wink, they shake their heads (in approval), they follow your form with their eyes, mouths and their manhood. But you single successful woman, you walk on, head up,  hands clutching your handbag as if nothing is happening, I love your focus, but do you want to tell me you never notice? That you do not feel light headed with all those winks?

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mwisani
mwisani
6 years ago

I luv it

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  mwisani

I am happy you got entertained and informed.keep reading

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  mwisani

I am happy u loved it ….mwiswani

Kimuya
6 years ago

Beautiful writing. New follower alert

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  Kimuya

Thank you kimunya

Gracious
Gracious
6 years ago

he hee this is hilarious i swear! med student syndrome well put.

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  Gracious

True anyika

molyna Molly
molyna Molly
6 years ago

Wow great read

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  molyna Molly

Thanx molly

Kimuya
6 years ago

Oops, the one typo there that raises my eyebrows..KimuYA is the name

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  Kimuya

Wait kimuya?

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  Kimuya

Kim

faraji
faraji
6 years ago

nice read I love it

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  faraji

Thanks faraji follow the blog for more

Kim
6 years ago

quite interesting-truth bare knuckles-more…..

K.C
K.C
6 years ago

You had me at ‘Quickies’

Njoki kijo
Njoki kijo
6 years ago

i love this new hobby of urs….very entertaining.and well timed seeing as soon money and medicine wont come together.two observations though….why did u think of fat inlaws?? 🙂 and ‘babu~u~know~who’is not a toothless surgeon.

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  Njoki kijo

Hehehe

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  Njoki kijo

Hahaha

that_babe_britty
6 years ago

I know i wanna be and I’m gonna be that woman and maybe worse, I’ll be ranting about cadavers? a pathologist maybe? I’m still figuring that out, in med school they tell you to wait till your clinical years then what you wanna do will magically be revealed to you, lol. The lesser time I have for my friends, I move a step closer to achieving my dreams but there’s always that thought… what if… or what next. after achieving all that, then what next… I like… no, love this piece. touché

saringin
6 years ago

Britty this are my clinical years but i still have no idea what i want

Nancy
Nancy
6 years ago

Nice read.. love it

Joan Nyakara
Joan Nyakara
6 years ago

Wow…entertaining

saringin
6 years ago
Reply to  Joan Nyakara

thanks

Engraved Words
6 years ago

Hmmmmmmmmm… ☺

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