Anyone who stalks my Spotify will have noticed something interesting this past week: I can't get enough of Tragedy.

It's got a fantastic beat, and the percussion is breathtaking, but once I got over these superficial aspects, I noticed its unique lyrics.

The protagonist, who I'll assume is Justin Bryte, effectively warns someone against falling for him because he’s what we affectionately refer to as a fuckboy.

It's not the happiest message or the most hopeful outlook on love, i.e., not my usual go-to, but boy, is that honesty refreshing. I might’ve found my favorite kind of fuckboy—a considerate, mindful fuckboy.

I'm a very literal person. Nine times out of ten, I'll tell it like it is, even if what it is is ugly and paints me in a bad light. (Virtue signallers: “Why doesn’t she tell it like it is 100% of the time?” 😒)

Naively, I want the world to be literal back at me, lakini kwa ground, I’d equate it to how our microwave warms the container and the food’s edges.. basically, everything but the bulk of the food that needed that heat.

And I’m not just talking personal relationships. Why would you keep me in your store for half an hour looking for something you know you don’t have?

Anyway, thank you, Fly By Midnight, for being that rare beacon of self-awareness and candor for people whose minds work like mine. As a token of appreciation, here's $0.5 from all my streams.

Ofisi Ya Mzalia Mudavadi

Those aiming to marry up got a publicized reminder that it's beneficial to have an actual better half.

I’m just picturing Musalia and co. reading my audacity post and going, “That’s cool. Now, on steroids.”

Even more fascinating is the discourse on Twitter and her less-frequented cousin, Reddit. (Did you know there’s a r/Kenya subreddit?)

The average mwananchi is obviously and rightfully vexed, but look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t want to be paid to do essentially nothing. 👀 Thin is the line between corruption and connection.

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