But that girl you say is not my "class" on account
of her not having gone beyond S.4 delights in serving me. Her eyes shine
like the moon when she kneels to serve me a cup of tea, and her face radiates
at every sip I take.
Thrice or more a week you suggest that we eat out because
you're too tired to cook or could it be that you don't want to spoil your nails
by peeling matooke? Meanwhile that lady you call ignorant finds joy in fixing
my favourite dish because she cares for her man more than she cares for her
nails.
When I surprised her with a new dress she shed a tear of
joy. But when I surprised you with a pair of shoes you complained that I should
have consulted you first, you said you would have preferred a new phone
instead. Your arrogance and insensitivity make me shudder.
Being with you is tumultuous like the waves pounding the
sand. But that 'ignorant' girl listens to me and treats me like a king. She
delights in loving and taking care of me as men ought to be loved and taken
care of, why shouldn't I reciprocate? Who wants to be stuck with an
educated albeit quarrelsome lady when the one without books is tangibly calming
like watching the serene waters of a river on a beautiful evening?
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