Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 mwaka old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother alisema to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the kitanda to give her a hug.
“I upendo wewe Daddy.”
“Love wewe too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in upendo with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 mwaka old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother alisema to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the kitanda to give her a hug.
“I upendo wewe Daddy.”
“Love wewe too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in upendo with.”
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
wewe knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
wewe hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
wewe went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but wewe didn’t want any of them hurt; au dead.
wewe saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
wewe start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a ngumi, punch to the face.
wewe fall into the mud, shocked kwa the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
wewe feel a hand on your shoulder as wewe get up. wewe grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” wewe thought. “This is fun.”
wewe understood why they liked these so much.
wewe knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
wewe hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
wewe went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but wewe didn’t want any of them hurt; au dead.
wewe saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
wewe start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a ngumi, punch to the face.
wewe fall into the mud, shocked kwa the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
wewe feel a hand on your shoulder as wewe get up. wewe grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” wewe thought. “This is fun.”
wewe understood why they liked these so much.
