April 2, 2013 — Kmplx M
April 2, 2013 — Kmplx M
This stuff is starting now. It’s the same feeling I always seem to get around you. There’s no mistaking. I’m clearly taken by the simple mere thought of you.
My name is Kmplx, and I’m a snoozer. Still baffled how I can sleep through our three surrounding mosques’ 4am yell for prayer, but my alarm somehow penetrates the fog every time.
The moment I wake up, before I put on my makeup, I say a little prayer for you.
I’m convinced I was a songwriter/poet in a former life. I’ve also been known to be convinced of other things, like being the next Whitney, Halle, Chimamanda etc. Back here on earth, I live in a gorgeous, naturally-ventilated, cozy haven, smack bang in Dakar’s notorious gangster ghetto.
Find light in the beautiful sea, I choose to be happy
Cold shower or warm bucket bath? Why do I even bother debating — cold showers will forever suck. Dress code is still London-shabby. I could conform, but I struggle to afford find someone capable of being as anal as me, and thus, I forgo the customary “Trad Fridays”. With my strategy of maintaining low expectations, I can almost get away with it. Almost.
I give myself away, so You can use me.
The heavy African accented French mixed with Wollof flows freely at lunch, over plates of oily, crap Thiep (rice) served at our simple canteen. Incomprehensible to most, this comic banter could provide ample material for that award-winning sitcom — The (African) Office. Post-lunch ‘ataya’ (tea) provides the sugar shock needed to drag me through the day.
Cause all I want is time with you, and don’t need nothing more!
Getting home, the Spy’s hugs await, and I nestle against my gentle hulk, my sanity restored. We chat, laugh, eat and work.
Everyday am hustlin’.
Before eyelids shut, I blow a kiss over the phone. And, there it is… that sinking feeling of missing F.
Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move makes me feel like I can’t live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to staaaaaay.
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Kmplx is an on-off blogger who thinks in song lyrics and finds it extremely odd speaking in third person about herself. A cynical optimistic realist, I am still figuring it out by testing out bizarre hypotheses. I currently live in Dakar with poor language skills, and award all credit to God for my continued existence, because nothing else makes sense so far. Adjoined to a sturdy Spy, I hope to launch my own design consultancy, make a real difference in people’s lives and visit every country on the African continent. Despite what this post suggests, I am actually more than a half quarter way to all these goals. Think that’s it…? Oh… Confession… I’m only a quarter Nigerian, but I do speak pretty good pidgin. Sometimes.