This Michael Jackson picha contains
fedora, waliona kofia, homburg, stetson, trilby, and kofia feli.
There might also be
boater, leghorn, panama, panama kofia, baharia, skimmer, kofia majani, kofia ya panama, kiparara, kofia ya majani, mavazi kofia, high kofia, opera kofia, kofia hariri, stovepipe, juu kofia, topper, beaver, kofia ya juu, kofia ya opera, kofia ya hariri, kofia, biva, suruali kwa muda mrefu, kwa muda mrefu suruali, and suruali ndefu.
17 mwaka old Michael was start at a new high school.He never had many Marafiki because he was a military child and they were always moving and he was always so shy. He never really had a girlfriend either, girls always thought Michael was sexy but since he was always moving he could never have a decent relationship with anyone he was alone.
This mwaka might be different for me I could have Marafiki possibly a girlfriend i'm always alone stuck with my thoughts to comfort me. But today I won't be the shy nerdy kid. Today I will be the cool,playboy type. I put on my koti, jacket and snap back "Michael the...
Maris could see where Michael was coming from in regards to their relationship, and she was quite taken aback kwa Michael's feelings towards her. "I don't know what to say," she replied as tears started to swell up her eyes, and before they knew it, both of them started to cry. "You really do upendo me, don't you" she asked, "yes," Michael replied, "more than wewe ever you". "How long have wewe felt this about me," she asked, "I don't know where to start, baby, it was at the chajio, chakula cha jioni party when I first saw you, and I wanted to get know wewe as well. I knew I loved wewe the moment our eyes met subsequent...
"Can you come here?" Michael paused and then reentered his bedroom.
"Michael?" he heard his name called through the doors.
"What is it?"
"Can wewe come here?" Michael paused and then reentered his bedroom.
The sight that hit him was a dream. Stray candles all around his room had been lit, his patio doors had been opened letting in the fresh storm air, and there, in the middle of his own bed, was his biggest and darkest fantasy. Mark's masculine figure was lying, bare, with his sparkly comforter pulled just high enough to make Michael's head spin.
"Mark...," Michael whispered. Mark looked back at him with such eyes. Michael knew what he wanted now for sure; it was...