It's ingokho, not my useless degree, that will win beauties from the East

As I used to tell bullies during my high school days, I am a lover and hardly a fighter. Haters heard coward but I cared less as long as the babes loved it. That is why I tell Michelle that she is lucky to have me, but the woman doesn’t listen.

My charm with the ladies, however, seems to have worn off because I did not attain the fame that a certain “Pukusu” tribesman is wading in simply because I never went job seeking in Westlands. My parents sent me to school and diminished all chances that I would stumble upon Asian love as a casual labourer in some leafy residence.