So, Matthew Knowles says that his daughter, Beyoncé, would not be as famous or popular globally if she were dark-skinned. Well, tell us something we didn’t already know, Matthew. It might be useful to some to hear you finally admit it, after the aggressive marketing campaign to push your daughter onto the world as The Blonde Bombshell and All-American Showgirl, but that information can only be news to white folks or certain delusional people of colour. Beyonce is black? Really? Well, hell, what do you know?
From Village Junction to Parakuo Link Road is a straight two-mile stretch. On this seemingly neverending length of potholed tarmac, the walk home to Parakuo Estate could take up to forty-five minutes under a scorching sun. It is a seven-minute ride by the fastest route available in these parts, but that is often a private car or taxi on a listless Sunday morning. The roads are completely deserted today. Even the bus drivers are in church on this Sunday morning, yet the scorching sun won’t stop its ferocious pounding even for Jesus.
In the context of a relationship, I’m one of those guys that if I’m with someone, I’m with them. It might take me forever to commit, but once I’m there, you’ve got me. If I should get to a point where I’m looking to cheat, it’s the end of the road for me.
I don’t cheat. I don’t do cheats. Since I know what it’s like to date a cheat, that’s enough reason for me to avoid cheating on someone else. That’s just how I am. If they will cheat with you, they will cheat on you. That has always been my viewpoint, and I stick to it.