(This post was edited by Grammarily for a penny for my thoughts , a cleaner, of course longer version on Patreon. There is a picture, too, but is a penny you should, Ahsante kwa kazi ) for Ooops, Baby! from the Underground Nine and twenty years is so much pressure on an individual. The third decade so often indicates a human’s potential and ability to serve the utmost goal. First car, successful job, tight circle of friends, grownup kids, a loving husband et cetra seem to be an ecstasy amongst my peers. On the contrary, like any other girl named Ivy, I had no plans nor showed any signs that I was achieving any. In my possession, the most expensive thing was my room which was filled with excess building material from the construction of my stepmother’s house (and a couple of personal things I want to rid of my life.) Well, even so, I had no hands in the building of her new home, her children did. I find no pride in this but I console my bittern...
Hadithi njoo, uongo njoo, utam kolea!