As I more and more contemplate my own mortality, I am unwittingly developing a huge bout of baby hunger.
No, no, idiot, I don’t mean to want to eat babies. I WANNA MAKE ONE this year.
I’ve been scouting for possible candidates since Memsahib says that at 42 she’s beyond all that morning sickness crap. Bitch!
There’s Nafula, the mboch. Shiru, the secretary. The 22-year old dirty titties from Lussegetti, near Thigio (am leaning this way more and more). Tracy, the rich bitch with an attitude higher than the Mountain of God. The hot singo matha mama mboga…
Choices, choices, choices.
But I gotta get me a baby this year, before my balls calcify.