SINGLE IN THE CITY: Separating love and our careers

>I used to wonder why anyone would want to stay in a relationship with someone they don’t really love, but rather, commiserate with.  This was long before I embarked on my own little journey on the same lane, a lane I would like to term  ‘doleful’.

He knows just when I need punishment, knows to bend me so I’m screaming for justice. Sho, this love is toxic. I know he threatens me with his voice, but deep below something is squirting. It’s too much, I can’t let go and I’ve been arrested.

Tanzania: Single in the City - Falling in Love With the Policeman
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He knows just when I need punishment, knows to bend me so I'm screaming for justice. Sho, this love is toxic. I know he threatens me with his voice, but deep below something is squirting. It's too much, I can't let go and I've been arrested. Is it the ...

>One of the ways in which sports can be categorised is by the number of times contestants come into contact with one another.

It’s like you’ve lost your favourite jewellery. Sofa cushions are turned inside out; dusty corners of the room are massaged for the clue that will lead you to that glint of silver. Spotting the place where the ‘Afropolitan’ girl is comfortable, where the ‘Afropolitan’ male is content in our cities is times like finding that missing jewel.

>Have you ever wondered why men rarely marry the women they date for years?  You date a guy all the way through campus, see him through the roughest times of his life and stick with him when the world is against him then he suddenly dumps you only to marry a girl he just met 3 months ago?

>The ‘gunia’ table tops to my left are covered with tomatoes and mangoes, an assortment of watermelons and carrots with green peppers line the right side of the ‘genge’. I’ve come by to get some fruit. It’s around 7pm in this dimly lit stall and the owner is speaking to his male buddy as I pick a mango.

>I used to cling to the idea that a great partner – one with no flaws will come and sweep me off my feet, on first encounter. But that notion seems to be far-fetched and I learnt to push it under the rug lest it led me to a life of constant illusion.