A Peace Corps Tale about Solo Bonolo (background music "Fantasy" by XX)
Once upon a time not long ago, 'twas a Queen Bonolo and she lived in a desert kingdom far away where rivers have dried and sunsets are lit.
In the past 'twas a time when Queen Bonolo had shit her undergarments. The fair yellow maiden had enjoyed festivities at Dithubaruba, wine, and laid in her quarters. Only to be awakened by the shivering of her asshole, to find a surprise. Shit got real.
'Twas a time when solo Bonolo was all about YOLO and no FOMO. However thou could not live life like that forever tho and she applied to Peace Corps and said no more.
'Twas a time when B had witnessed a miracle on surviving a ride on her iron stallion in the midst of a lightning storm. Death she thought was upon her, however, it was not this day. For what is dead may never die.
'Twas a time when B had felt fed up. She had a lot to be mad about, when the linger of a man's handshake or a question "A o batla monna wa Motswana?" and she says to them 'Boy Bye'. Only to fight another day.
Solo Bonolo had her lows, where princes were in the forms of fantasies, and she didn't wanna in Setswana. And day by day, she sometimes felt less of herself grow. However, she too knew that this too shall pas. And these feels won't last.
The queen continues to live out the rest of her days in her desert kingdom for years to come. And there will be a time where she will fondly look back and remember her Peace Corps members.
And to you all my PCV brothers and sisters. Peace. Love. And Weirdness.
The End.
'Twas a time when B had witnessed a miracle on surviving a ride on her iron stallion in the midst of a lightning storm. Death she thought was upon her, however, it was not this day. For what is dead may never die.
Solo Bonolo had her lows, where princes were in the forms of fantasies, and she didn't wanna in Setswana. And day by day, she sometimes felt less of herself grow. However, she too knew that this too shall pas. And these feels won't last.
The queen continues to live out the rest of her days in her desert kingdom for years to come. And there will be a time where she will fondly look back and remember her Peace Corps members.
And to you all my PCV brothers and sisters. Peace. Love. And Weirdness.
The End.
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