Tags: fiction, sixsentences
the following are the expression of the above, without fear or favour but with some fervor, my little unannounced Christmas present for y’all bloggers, unwrap it with care.
to the the prim and proper, allow some of this stray light to spray your righteous content, for once. i am liable not, though, but of course!
Camera, lights, darkness.
Grunge guitars, hoarse coarse voices, somber tones, a nudge at my grudge.
Frozen anger. Still stiff air. Hair rises, overhead sprinkles spit cocaine to ease all pain, not much to my disdain.
Shush, silence, a pause. Then a finger strums. Drums roll. The beat bounces back, cymbals wash, supreme gream reigns.
Blood red lights sway over us, not mean fete but defeat? my neat heart and meat negates!
Shove, push, a single amorphous bloody lot, some rot, high on Rock, hop wildly around demented lyrics, DOG SI NATAS, hell flows over.
In my bucket list, it had all been contained, now, in reality, my saliva is acidic.
Shove, push again, am drenched in a semi-suffocate state, their sweat, acridic, strikes my nostril dead, but my eyes, very alive, trace the punkers on stage, insane men sodden with terrific madness and energy.
Shove, push, my heart is almost squeezed out,like teethpaste…but the mood, now elec-trick soon ingests me…
Strings are strung, clads are flung
Metal reverbates, intermeshes with horriffic screams of a white-face-black-eyed Rocker, mouth open so wide, the mic is now to matchstick.
I pull out my big stick of spluff for a piff and it cracks as i sucks.
the grateful dead
Even when the dark times are growing dim and darker.
Even when reality is getting more unreal and starker.
Even when italicized thoughts streaming into my subconscious make no bold sense.
Even when my life is taking a downward spiral into an abyss of hopelessness.
And even then, if death ever swings its cunt my way, bury this savage, this side up that even in the grave silence, i can still mock and moon the damned universe and it’s cruel rulers.
For they don’t make them like this anymore, the grateful dead.
am sincerely sorry for misleading you, but this is in preparation of a year ender post, no surprises i’ll do for y’all readers of this blog. the above is part of my unmentioned quest to express myself (though sloppy, thanks i know, lol) in six sentences.
its hard at times to put a Dyke to the ideas and raunchy thoughts that flood in our minds at times.i am no exception and most are the times when i lay my guards bare.
it’s a gray afternoon. the day has been full of biting cold.the mood is no good and am sitted in this off-campus hotel throwing hungry and furtive glances at the direction of the kitchen. inside, am complaining and griping about how this waiter has made it his business to serve other customers and overlook my apparent hungry pleads. this got to my nerves n i am about to raise my voice…
“….we waiter, bana hiyo food mnavalisha tie?”
my hand is still stretched in a dismissive way when suddenly and in slow motion, in steps a chiq whose presence had my motion frozen like salt pillar, much like Lot’s wife.
she is chocolate dark, has black braids falling over her shoulder and her slender curvaceous body compliments them… the body hugging hipster has makes sure that the coke bottle designers look like amateurs in their quest to bring out feminity. i was about to close my mouth and ‘de-freeze’ my transfixed hand (somehow, i managed to bring it back and make it look like i was stretching to scratch my head..) …when almost immediately somebody else followed. her pal, i guessed.
i thot Chocolate lady was the real deal..but i had just seen a baby elephant in the looks dept!
my whole lunch ‘span’ in a mini fantasy full non-verbal game of pure-hidden lust-at-first sight…as she floated in, almost like a butterfly.
the table laden with noisy dudes besides me was all of a sudden filled with silent murmurs…
jigagagaggagaga..the aint enough ‘jigas’ to describe it.
she won, hands down. n most heads up 😉
i guess my jaw dropped and am sure it had nothing to do with hunger. firstly, my rumbling stomach took a break, probably to gawk too.or was it to give appraisal at what mine eyes had seen? mh..food then seemed so secondary and distant at that instant (c’mon notE hw poetical we get..) that i even forgot what i had initially come to do…tarattatatatattatata tang tang..the two little thinking worms playing bano in my brain, took a break.time to work..
..when all of a sudden and like a bolt out of the blue, something snapped.things began to fall into place in fast pace that i couldn’t really comprehend.
talk about a dude smitten.
my karoho sank to the region just below my guts as her long brown legs made strides to march that of her chocolate pal.two haaat pals.
there was a shudder in the loin.my loins
did i ever talk about a god-s?she was a brown one.
“eh, kijana nyama yako iko rede upewe na nini?” a voice with a strong kao accent snapped me back to the (hotel) life
mph!these are the guys who deserve a cool kick right where it hurt most! my look told it all as i turned and i was about to kunja sura when it came to me that i was ordering him about a..wait..the reverie must have lasted a lifetime, huh?
dude, i need not explain how i had the best lunch in a long time as they sat right opposite me..
brownie’s white skirt ended just above her knee line.her chocolate(lets call her Xoco) pal stole glances at me(or vice versa if u like) the nyamchom, kachumbari n sembe i was nibbling at never tasted better. perfect combo to blow your mind away, minus beer :(..hehe.actually, i ‘swallowed’ brownie with every finger lick.she was sweet i tell you.those legs, damn! i couldn’t help wonder when they damn ended!
i made a pact and launched a
commission of inquiry to find out where the cutie resided.hey, who knows, i may need hotlicks soon!..in the end, i had shibad like a non-sense and this could explain why i was dozing off in my economics class..dreaming of brownie, and her legs,yeah where they meet….:)