In my wild thoughts and visions, I see you like a small baby. That charming, adorable and delicate. One man once said that men are like small kids just know how to treat them ryt.
My man, I’ll handle you with care. I’ll carry you like a mother does to her baby. Now because you will be my baby, my responsibility will be to guard you safe and tenderly both in my heart and mind.
Oh my visionary man, my imaginary man. How I see your cheeks attractive like those of a bubbly toddler so attractive that I always long for mounting a million kisses on them.
Baby… I’ll make you a coat in the backyard garden where I’ll be laying you in the afternoon and swing you back and fourth to cheer you up.
How fast will my heart melt like oil on fire when I’ll be looking at the reflection of your smile on the mirror as I comb your kinky African hair in the morn after shower…
I’ll be waking up early then kiss you on the forehead, stare at you for a minute as I envy your baby morning sleep. Then, I’ll cover you up and come back to wake you up so that you can go take a shower. As you’re in the shower I’ll make sure my morning delicacies send a deep aroma that will always make you run to my kitchen and tease me as I cook.
That heavy mouth watering breakfast for you my lovely baby… I’ll be the answer to your rumbling stomach chipmunk always serving you the best
After we take breakfast together, I’ll be packing your break time snack at work which will be your favourite sandwich or a piece of ‘mokimo‘ or deep fried muhogo, ngwaci or ndūma and an apple remember baby an apple a day keeps the doctor away
My lovely babe buoy you know your mama took care of you when you were a baby but now I’ll be taking care of my handsome babe buoy
At 12.00noon I’ll be expecting my phone’s screen lighting with my baby buoy’s photo on calling to ask whether lunch is ready. And my answer will be dud yo mama ever delayed lunch when you were a kid? Then why should I? I’ll have sworn to myself that my babe buoy will never eat lunch at those restaurants at his workplace because I’ll be his senior chef and he will be addicted to my recipes. And when my babe will be heavy with work to drive home for lunch he has my number on his finger tips its just a second of dialling and I’ll not be ashamed to make lunch deliveries at his office. Those rosy cheeks girls eyeing at my babe buoy at work will have to stop immediately i land there swaying my hips side to side valancing a dish with sweet potatoes in my head and on my hands a flask of ‘mdalasini’‘ tea wenye wivu watajinyonga kwa chewing gum au vipi?
My lovely babe buoy i wanna assure that by 12noon lunch will always be ready because no baby eats late lunch nor skips the same under what circumstances.
To catch the next part on my illusionary man view my next update tomorrow