At Jezebel's Crossroads

As the emotions are washed away into the sea of numbness, the soul is finally freed

Freed from the four walls of conscience; freed from the shackles of morality.

Free to succumb to the succulence of my wanton thoughts,

And embrace the utterly perverse.

Defying the moral powers that be,

I follow my urges through Hades' rabbit hole

Disregard to Lucifer wanting my soul.  

My brain implodes and my loins explode as I now stand, here, at Jezebel’s crossroad.

She hisses and sneers, but I fail to turn a deaf ear

For simple reason that she also smiles and flirts and to that I adhere.

She plays on my fallible mind, and sluttish thoughts are begot,

Thoughts so lewd, that they would leave a nun's stomach in a knot.

How I long for days yonder when discretion protected my soul

And she cloaked my very being, and preserved me from all things base

But, alas, her role she did abscond

Leaving me here, all alone, as…




My brain implodes and loins explode for i stand at Jezebel's crossroad

M

saved by the bottle (part 1)

I leaned against the stump of the once mighty and sacred Muvule tree. It was a tree that my ancestors had told us never to cut lest an epic tragedy would befall the people of the land. Its stump and trunk now lay there, felled. They were now the only thing that testified that thats where my house once stood.

It had many memories;memories that now i held dear,yet they brought a heaviness to my heart that made my soul sink like lead...Dont know why, but i held onto the bottle that i had run out with from the bar..the bottle that had saved my now wretched life.

"Go drown yourself in your bottle if u think it will save you "...

Those were the last words that Alice-my wife- had screamed at me as i run into the heavy pouring rain that fateful night.

As life and fate normally do,they had sat down and conspired to amuse themselves by playing the "irony-card" on me..

But the result of this was the furthest thing that could warrant the title of amusement..

I had ran out of my hut after having another of the now re-curring quarrels with Alice.Am not a man to find pleasure in verbal confrontation,especially with Alice(coz she always won) I used it as an excuse to go the Trading centre to drink one or two.Although i must admit,most times there ended up being many more that followed the first and second.But i cared less,as long as it took my mind off the domestic mess in my head courtesy of the fore mentioned.

I had ran threw the pouring rain,with the thunder booming and the lightening flashing menacingly as if warning me of some unknown danger to come. After slipping one-time too many I decided to just wade my way through muddy rivers that now crossed the path;they were like fast moving snakes whose reflections were vivid whenever the lightening flashed.

The rain drops that fell on my forehead rapidly flowed down my face and obscured my view of the path.I constantly had to whip my face to be able to barely see where i was going.I was soaked to my bone marrow.But i was a man on a mission..a mission to drink.

The banana leaves from the plantation through which the path snaked kept weaving with a ferocious intent to fell the banana plants.Like flapping wings the leaves beat against each other making a cacophony of noise.

Strangely enough though,this didn't give me any sense of fear of what might lie in the darkness of the plantation.If anything the noise made me feel like i had company,as if it was loudly whispering its presence and announcing its companionship.

The path then started to slope down into a coffee plantation for a few meters then zig zigged into another banana plantation.

By this point i had lost the sense of my surrounding-probably numbed by the wetness from the rain and my brain being an inferno of rage due to Alice's nagging.

I just couldn't stand Alice whenever she threw a tantrum over every little thing that i didnt do, or that which i did, but didnt do well enough.She had become the proverbial nag that made a husband prefer to sleep on the roof than share a room with her kind...

As my brain huffed n puffed...I heard footsteps running behind me...

Anonymous thoughts

I haven't blogged in ages,partly coz work is a draining any bit of creativity that i might have left,but also partly because i feel i have to blog when i have some epic story to share.

but figured what the heck let me just type whatever is in my head and see where if it will make a good read.

About a month ago i moved out of my parents house to my own swanky crib,which i share with a friend of mine.At first i felt like a fish out of the sea,but right now would yawn at the idea of going back to my parents'.The bachelor life is fun,with all the junk fast foods for supper and works.

I now don't have to worry about where to rendezvous with my numerous girlfriends as i have upgraded from cranky single-bed dingy lodges to my own double bed mazongoto(But those details are not to be published on this forum)

Many of the females are now asking if am willing to throw for them a "One-on-one house warming" for them.Its amazing how girls look at me different when I tell them that I have my own crib; they look at me as if I have all of a sudden developed gigantic balls - or something.I will have to buy bigger boxers that will accommodate them

Part 4

She danced slowly and sensually. For some reason she always liked dancing beneath the disco ball. Guess so that it would illuminate her light smooth skin that always contrasted the dark outfits that she wore(I swear you could pour milk on her skin and it would come out white on the other side ) She liked dancing solo, throwing her hands gently in the air – in the manner of her Rwandese tradition dance. And if u were lucky enough to have her dance with you, when the time came for her to “drop it like its hot”, she would twist and turn like a leaf dropping gently from a tree; feeling her own body as she rubbed against yours. Am telling you, she made dirty dancing look angelic.

Damn! And here I was watching her pleasuring Mike on the dance floor. She very well knew how much I liked it whenever she did to me what she was now doing to Mike a few meters away from me.

At this moment I so needed a distraction, some nymph to come and bump and grind with to halt my boiling envy at the spectacle in front of me. The only nymph that I could think of at the time was Smirnoff. She was always ready to meet my twisted caprices. Well, sadly when I her to my mouth I only sucked on air. My tongue licked the inner brim to confirm no contents….

“What the…?”

I needed a joint to tranquilize my nerves. So I turned to Pierre, whom I had entrusted with my stash- BIG MISTAKE.

“Pierre, Pierre”, I called out. I turned round to behold big red eyes staring back at me…

“Gwe dude, told you to keep the weed, not to smoke all of it. Hope that you have some left for me?”

He smiled sheepishly and I knew the bugger had smoked it all.

“I just couldn’t resist man”, Pierre blurred out.

“Your brain cells are going to get fried one of these days man.”

I badly needed a testosterone rush. And when I saw the girl who had sat on my lap earlier (check Part 2) chatting with one of the UFASD girls (United Front Against Soft Drinks (check part 1)); I smelt opportunity screaming out to me,

“Come get me Baby, if you have the balls”.

“No one insults my manhood and gets away with it”, I thought to myself

So I got some mint out of my pocket and stuffed it in my mouth. Then I swung my way swaggerliscious self over to their table…

(TO BE CONTINUED)