In the anonymity of cyberspace, we attain our dreams and fantasies. We are all mirrioneas who drive vintage Bugattis, date supermodels and drink choice champagne.
In this space, behind a keyboard, little dysfunctional shits like Manki can become all-powerful moderators, psychotic twats like Jirani can beat down anyone, and hormonal pygmies can acquire the beauty of Nefertiti.
Old one-legged geezers tottering on the grave like me and Gashwin can become rampant stallions, and gender-neutral organisms like Kabuda can become Cassanovas.
It’s all well, I guess it beats going out and shooting random people.
Today, however, I want people to speak the truth. Just tell this village something, ANYTHING, about yourself that is real.
In real life, am a short bald & brown Kikuyu hustler in my late 50s. I suffer from erectile dysfunction (not all the time) and my missus left me for a Luo.
He he…eti hormonal pygimies? As for me behind keyboards or phone, I own nothing. I know nothing. Not much of my real photos appears on any of my social profile. I like it that way.
In real life am that way too but those with a keen eye n close acquaintances knows the opposite.
I can never pass a joint that’s selling Summit lager, obviously within Mututho hours. I have a big wife(non violent) and I don’t like breaking petty laws.