MY STORIES

 Kale wantama, so full of contradictions Claiming to be corporate, but lacking in convictions Your values are shallow, your selfishness vast Kale wantama, you're living life fast Your favorite song changes with the trend Your feelings lead you, where will they end? No substance within you, just a facade Kale wantama, you're playing a charade One day you're angry for coming home late The next day for coming early, your mood dictates What do you truly desire, what is your aim? Kale wantama, playing a foolish game You claim to be unique, yet follow the crowd Confusion surrounds you, lost in the crowd Do you even know what you want or need? Kale wantama, lost in your greed You say you're ready to leave, but hesitate When asked to go, you procrastinate Help yourself before pretending to help me Kale wantama, it's time to set yourself free Claiming to date men of high class While befriending those you claim to surpass Such hypocrisy, such a facade Kale Oli Kabi, you'r...

  EPISODE FOUR JONATHAN’S POV Sometimes I really wonder whether Charline loves me or even cares about me. When our relationship had just started we had disagreements on some occasions. One time was when I walked with her from our campus to Cream restaurant which is like 500m away. We were chatting and she was looking gloomy. I asked her why she was like so and her response was not all that convincing because she was in deep thoughts. I insisted that she tells me what the problem could be but without a clear response. Given the small knowledge I have on ladies’ moods, I decided to give it a break for I knew that later I would ask her and she tells me what was bothering her. Our conversation changed to a different one to avoid further ugly responses. I asked her opinion of her about talking about her past relationship. She quickly told me about her boyfriend who was always controlling her. I further asked what she actually meant by him controlling or what exactly he did that sh...

EPISODE THREE Brenda’s POV I looked at Jona (I call Jonathan “Jona baby” in my fantasy world) while peacefully sleeping in his soft bed. I knew that actually he was not peaceful inside because he had received the worst of information he could receive about the supposed love of his life. I decided to pick his phone shut it down and leave with it and left these words; You are my feet without you I can’t walk You are my nose, without you I can’t breathe You’re my ears without you I can’t hear I printed those words from Vryoota’s song hoping that when he wakes up he will find them and call me. Obviously I had left with his phone which I knew would make him kinder confused on what feeling to give attention too. If he saw the love words from me he should think about what I feel about him and also think that may be someone stole his phone and guess what? He would have to look for me. Meanwhile I should get a way of making Charline feel bad towards him. She is busy calling him and ...