For years I’ve been with this old white man. He’s rich and has already added me to his life insurance and will. And for whatever reason, whenever it seems like he wants to take the next step (legal marriage), I’ll blab to so-called good friends and it’ll scatter. Never again. Omo, even if I give birth to an army for this man, only like 3 people in my family will know. Poverty tire me biko. This year is for me to enjoy this man’s money.