HIT AND RUN

It was over in an instant. But in that instant, the inclination was a polarized drift against a tinged sensation on that sensually charged body.

Well, she wore a dour character with the prospect of him leaving the vicinity which loomed with each impending second that elapsed.

"I think al need my panty back now."

This was just another cold sentiment, maybe to retract his already made up mind. Her straightened hair played in a disarrayed dispensation all round her aged face. And she continually bit into her lower lip as if to devour what the man had said a split minute earlier.

"I am sorry I have to go."

"My Father needs me to take care of someone else urgently."

That was the explanation he had for her. She genuinely looked convinced but him, a clear blurry of emotion wrote across his youthful face.

"It's ok Timmy, I think I could have you some other time, right?"

"Tomorrow to be precise, that is if you can shake off the worldly beings."

And he had lifted the gigantic pair of panties from under himself to hand it to her. It seemed like a size thirty nine to the waist and she had put it on underneath her skirt, as he slipped into his cassock in rapid earnest.

Silently calm, he roared the car to life as she continued to straighten and spruce herself up. He cast another glance at her and the Peugeot 504 sped up the feeder road towards Kiplombe all the way leading to Eldoret town.

"This is where we part ways, the spirit is calling on me somewhere around here."

He informed as the lady was left by the side of the road and the Peugeot 504 diverted into another feeder road up the Eldoret altitude.

There about twenty yards away, a lady half the age of the previous woman had set up a picnic site.

"Welcome pastor, I have been waiting for you."

"Come, have a spot, I thought you'd be hungry so I brought some food along."

"Thanks, that's so kind of you, in fact I am indeed hungry."

He was ushered from that automobile to the spot in the shade away from the mid afternoon sun. The lady looked a younger version of the other woman. Her smile was particularly bright as compared to the older lady.

"So Lucy, let us pray."

And he had led the woman into a bout of a hysterical prayer, all the while caressing her hands in gentle seductive strokes. Then he unearthed the Bible from somewhere within the cassock and placed it in the piece of cloth laid out.

"And the Lord said; love your neighbor as you love yourself."

"That you go into the world and procreate and fill it up."

Timmy continued with an interlude of gibberish as the lady was presented forth to the heavenly father.

"The lord has instructed me to tell you that you will get a husband soon and have three children."

The man of the cloak was then engulfed by a foreign entity taking over his humanly form. He was shaking all over, as if having a fit.

"Here receive my father's blessing, don't refuse it, just embrace it."

Lucy relaxed as the man of the word started to passionately kiss her, blessing her, undressing her, well; she was receiving the father's blessing. She needed it, she needed a husband yes, and this man had the track record for praying for such, and prayers were answered.

Later, they had shared the meal and drove off into the early evening sun as the automobile whirled a cloud of dust with its passage. Lucy was dropped off ten minutes later and the man went to park the car in front of the church.

"Sister, praise the lord."

He called out at a young woman who was also entering the church.

"Praise the lord pastor."

"I was coming to see you and thank the lord that I am just in time."

She had a fancy hair style that zigzagged all across her head. She wore no make-up and her dress was plainly simple. He couldn't remember her name but it was something like Reggie or was it Regina. Well, whatever her name, she had the gist of sending a flow of blood to all the right areas.

"Yes sister here I am, let's go inside."

She looked a whole lot like Rita, the girl who had made him what he was. Timmy was a pastor and marriage counselor for a short period of seven months, that is, before he met Rita.

"Can you believe that my husband is leaving me for another woman?"

"Don't worry Rita for the lord says that the wages of sin is death."

"And he will be punished for his sins sister, just take heart."

Rita was in her early twenties maybe his age mate. Her youthfulness firmly reminded him of the type of wife he would have loved to have, hadn't he been a man of the word.

"Pastor, I need you to come hold a counsel session at my house with my husband, maybe this will help."

So at two thirty the next day Timmy had set off for the member of the folk's house. Those were the days still when the Peugeot 504 could cruise to speeds of up to one hundred and twenty, without an occasional choke of black smoke expelled through the exhaust pipe.

He was welcomed by a dark green dressed lady at the door. Her body was draped with this firm fitting dress that was embroidered with a lace of light green at the hems, creating a clear distinction between the two colours.

"Come in pastor, just have a seat, we will be with you in a short while."

The room was neatly arranged. The air fresh, the ambience perfectly serene and the pictures on the wall was of a single being only; not even a single picture of the husband or a man. She emerged from the inner rooms wielding a new scent that was most alluring.

"So Pastor, what is your real name."

"I am Brother Timothy, Tim Pany."

"Timothy, yeah, Timmy."

Rita then walked to the door and turned the key anti-clockwise and removed it from the lock and walked back to the couch.

"Sorry Timmy, I have no husband and this was the best way to get you here."

"Why worry about my not agreeing to come, the lord does not serve his people by choosing who to visit or not."

And she had moved closer to him at the couch. The allure of her perfume was now biting into his nostrils in a phenomenally remarkable way.

"I wanted to help you Timmy."

"I know that you are a young man and lonely."

"And here I am, I know you are attracted to me for I am to you."

His eyes continued to stare at the floor and then he looked into her eyes.

"I rebuke the devil in you Rita in the name of the father."

And he pulled himself up to reach for the door. It was locked and she had the key.

"If you want to leave come get the key."

She slipped the key into her breasts and stamped her feet. It was a daunting task and when he finally did, he was holding onto the second twin of her breasts with his other hand. She had no bra underneath that dress and he was basically putting his hand where he wanted it to be all along.

Again here was Regina, the girl who constantly reminded him of Rita. Rita the girl who had made his life something else to what he thought it would be.

"Pastor, things are headed for the worst."

"He has decided to leave me.

Timmy looked on. His mission here was on the verge of ending. He just needed one more conquest and he would be done with it.

"It's ok Regina, the lord always has a way for everyone."

He said as he held onto her hands.

"The lord always has a way for everyone."

For the first time since he embarked on this mission he felt sorry for his would be victim. She was the ninety ninth target one shy of his targeted number and she seemed desperately vulnerable. And he couldn't do it.

"Regina, can I get back to you in a short while?"

He entered into the Peugeot 504 automobile. He was sick to the head. Rita had gave him this dreaded thing for breaking his virginity; The HIV/AIDS Virus. And he had passed it on nonetheless, that is, to would be ninety eight people.

The car was roared to life and he drove off disappearing into the uncertain future.

 

Beware some servants of the cloak are deceivers. Am not an atheist but this was inspired from real events so watch out. A preacher duped a substantial number of women into having sexual relations with him all for the promise that, he would bless them to have husbands and children.

 

 

 

TIM MEETS GIRL

It's been said that the mind sometimes recedes to a cryptic sleep, an elliptical trance which has forever remained mysterious within human comprehension. Cryptic sleep, but this wasn't one of those. This was way beyond what I could have possibly imagined, a hypnotic state, making it even more real than reality in itself as she entered the vicinity.

And smile she had, a smile that tinged a shade of happiness that couldn't be found anyhow within a dream. A smile that melted a heart long lost in frozen dementia, melted into a one perceived eternal bliss.

"What is that you are always writing?"

She had asked as she picked up the manuscript, Pany's chronicles, from the work station in front of me.

"A little bit of everything."

The book was then impishly dropped, dropped as she walked away to disappear behind carrel thirteen. Impulsively, I stared once more at the book that I had been staring down for the last one and a half hours or so, it was so neatly original; nothing had been written on it.

Wow, she sure had to have been ripped directly from my fantasies this Brit as she was synonymously referred to.

Britney was her name and the most remarkable mold of femininity that I had ever come across. Realistically, she was the one girl of my dreams, the subject of my fantasies, and just plainly, gorgeous. Well, the girl of my dreams had just vanished behind carrel thirteen and wasn't coming back.

Not coming back she was, as I gazed hard towards the scene of her last sighting, carrel thirteen.

Carrel thirteen, carrel thirteen, a white light, carrel thirteen, and finally out of nowhere she was in sight taxing directly towards me from behind carrel thirteen.

"Hey, what is that you are writing?"

It was a mere inquisition.

"A little bit of everything."

And she picked up the book to look at the contents. Her hands held it firmly to hide that lovely face behind the manuscript, as only an unknown coloured set of nails protruded to within sight.

"Oh, it's good to see, so are some kind of writer or something?"

"Yeah, I am."

It couldn't be helped this habit I had lately, writing, silence, not writing, more silence, damn, I couldn't even tell what habit I had for basically, no habit was going on around me. But I could assert this one habit, fantasy, this was one that never ceased to remain constant within my timid self, and hand in hand it went with Britney.

So here she was, this Britney.

"But inspiration has deserted me today."

The book was then impishly handed back to me and then she smiled, a lazy smile that derived no immediate meaning.

"I think you need a break."

"Come on, let me show you something."

A hand gently grabbed an arm directing me to stand up from the seat. She continued to pull onto it marshaling me to follow. Though stronger than her, her will power was immensely superior to mine and I obliged without much hesitation because of the way she looked into my eyes, staring into them like they were infra red.

Minutes later we were patched at the roof top of the building. Britney was extremely agile as we panted our way up the treacherous fire escape, in the process doing some pretty weird maneuvers. Guess she was used to this sort of thing. Somehow, somewhere a few storeys below, the unsuspecting humanity walked unawares of the two pairs of eyes staring down at them.

"What is the craziest thing you ever did today?"

To be accurate I hadn't done anything snug like having a snuggly moment such as a warm embrace, as this moment was silently writing in my mind. But within me, this had to be the craziest thing I did today, apart from my purported writing of course.

"Hey, see that man over there?"

She was pointing at a lone man walking clumsily across the street. The man's head shone against the late afternoon sun and she picked up a pebble and threw it at him hitting his head.

"Hey, you up there, what are you doing?"

Shouted the man as he pointed towards where we were safely patched. Britney instantaneously turned to me.

"This is not a good time but right about now I could say RUN."

And run we did descending down a flight of stairs at blistering speeds to disappear into an alley below. Britney then stopped and looked at me.

"Damn, are you crazy?"

She was asked as I pinned her to the wall. She didn't answer only laughing.

"No am not."

"Am just trying to give you what you've not had for a while, fun."

She unpinned herself from the pin to scatter down the streets. I followed suit not knowing what else to do. Then I stopped to recollect why it was again that I was following this beaut. She looked back over her shoulder and stopped again.

"Are you coming or not?"

She called out and I followed. Surely, this girl was starting to make me feel things that had only but been in my imagination lately, adventure, excitement, joy, things I had started to forget about.

"That's more like it a smile, you have a lovely smile."

Well, yet again I found myself staring down at her face while the mind thing was playing along. It had to be me mesmerizing the mesmeric moment of her walk in front of me, gracefully, and she stopped to find me smiling under my fantasying breath.

"I knew it was a matter of time, admit it, I make you smile don't I?"

Pause.

"Well, come on, I thought we were going swimming."

Scampering towards the river she ran. And I ran after her for all I cared. Halfway down the path that trickled to the river she had already stripped, and she dived into the river disappearing under the lukewarm liquid.

"Come on, jump in the water is warm."

I couldn't, I didn't have a bathing suit underneath as she did, or a pair of spare pants hidden somewhere inside my bag sack.

"No I can't, I don't have a bathing suit like you."

"You can naked I suppose, and I promise to look the other way."

And the other way did she look as I stripped out of my clothes stark naked to jump into the pool. We swam for a couple of minutes before she got out of the water and ran up the path with my clothes laughing her lungs out.

Then she came back minutes later herself fully dressed.

"I dare you to walk out of there if you are man enough."

Man enough, I wasn't. But foolishly courageous, I guess I could give it a try, only on second thought it wasn't a good idea.

"We could do this for as long as it takes, come get 'em."

And go get her I did. I walked out of the pool straight up for her, not hiding, not holding back, just walking unafraid of my nakedness to stop in front of her.

"I dare you not to give me my clothes back."

A shy smile was playing across my face, uncharacteristic of my despairing self.

"I guess not."

Anyway, I leaned over to plant a kiss on her dearly lips.

"Wait."

She implored.

"Is anything wrong?"

"No, its just that I have never kissed someone I don't know his name before."

"I am Tim."

And her response was rapid, violating the moment starting to ensue. It was a clear shift the response.

"Dude are you nuts, I know who you are buster."

And she had vanished from carrel thirteen, leaving me with this heavily bearded man who had just brought me the drink he should have forty minutes ago. I shifted my gaze again to that prior spot; no one had appeared from there, not even Britney.

I again shifted the gaze back to the book, nothing had been written on it, but this time I had been inspired. I picked the pen and started to draft what I had in mind;

 

TIM MEETS GIRL

And he leaned forward to plant a kiss on her dearly lips. His naked body glittered vaguely against the late evening sun which was superbly illustrated in a yellow sunset hanging somewhere in the blissful background………………………………..

 

TIMPUTER

    "Timputer, I need you to run a full brain cavity search."

    "I've got this….you know just do your thing and find the problem."

He was in his lair.

On show at his work station was a red Dell notebook computer. Further to his left was another, a Toshiba laptop, expertly projecting the voice simulation of a computer being he had generated. It was the best innovation executed in a while, a computer generated image fed with human-like tendencies, making it partly a human oriented processor.

The gadget blinked insistently as if to digest the command that had been set forth. Meanwhile, the three dimension human simulation seemed calm, and then it burst into life.

"Self diagnosis procedures initiated."

"Diagnostic analysis encoding."

"Result analysis decoded ninety nine point nine percent accurate and counting."

Then its screen went blank.

Next to the computer lay a book, Pany's Chronicles, with numerous words scribbled carelessly in it.

Random processed results then instantaneously re-appeared on the computer screen again.

"What's your evaluation Timputer? And speak in English please."

"Perfectly normal tendencies but an anomaly in your thoughts detected."

"Feel free to expound on that genius."

Tim commanded as he grabbed an alcoholic beverage on lie at a piece of wood implied for furniture.

"Tim, I can sum up the diagnosis in two words."

"SERIOUS CRUSH."

The simulation projected making him spill his drink on that faded blue t-shirt that he had on.

"What do you mean a crush? Re-run brain activity diagnostics…. now."

"I already did that and triple checked of course, well, the results are all the same."

"Tim's got a girlfriend, Tim's got a girlfriend."

"Shut up before I feed you with a cat's IQ you mindful computer."

Consciously, he knew that the gadget had to be accurate in its prognosis. Lately, he was having one of those things, fantasies, or so he thought which in time and again just fizzles out, but not this one. This precise one had been lingering within him for a while now. And subtly with prove from this processor, it had to be undeniably true, uncharacteristic of his timid self in these preceding months.

He had long assumed immunity over such emotions; guess being human has its fair share of mystery an act he was experiencing currently.

"Tim and I have proof too. Hear log 673 and judge for yourself."

And the audio stream of the log started play.

 

THE INVASION

Taking over

Slowly you are taking over my mind

Making me believe that you are but a lovely mirage

But are you one really?

Because your virtual presence hovers all around me

 

Then suddenly I realize am not sleeping adequately

I try to sleep but I lay awake long enough to fight

To fight so hard not to dream let alone think of you

Only that am tragically disadvantaged

Since I can't determine what day and dreams to have

 

"Shut up Timputer, I know the contents of that log."

Channeling the drink to his mouth for another gulp, he let the drink bite into his taste buds for a moment too long, and then swallowed it in an instant.

"So, for how long and how did you know?"

"Since…since… you started acting sentimental, since you reverted to writing poems something you had long strayed from."

The exposé was fulfilling than the lurid attempt at concealing what indeed was plaguing his artistic mind. He felt relieved that at least someone knew, only in reality that someone was a mere extension of his creative imagination.

"Tim I think it's time you told her about it, or are you going to drink it off again."

"No, am not getting myself drunk over it again."

Tim genuinely returned.

"You know what Timputer, I have this very crazy and unintelligent idea."

"But it has serious consequential repercussions."

He deliberated as he drowned the last volume of the drink in a mouthful.

    
 

 

 

 

TIM AND JULIET

From an all too familiar motion to an all too familiar destination, the glass was lifted off the furniture to the mouth ready to take a gulp out of it. But judging by the straight face exhibited, it seemed the citrus flavored drink had failed in its quest to produce a tingly effect.

"That was the crappiest thing I ever did in my sensual life."

"I mean who does such a thing in his sane state of mind?"

He said as he put the glass back on the piece of furniture implied to be the table. It seemed ridiculously absurd why I sat opposite to this fellow blatantly staring and listening to his ranting. But here I was nonetheless, and striking a conversation too with this recluse of a man, Tim.

Within us, he was relegated to the low-life that he already was. And though being a loner, today he seemed to be disputing this perception and any other. I just couldn't tell it apart if it was a deliberate attempt or really if he was just good at talking, but for whatever reason, that is what he was actually doing.

"I knew you would never have believed me if I didn't try to prove our acquaintance."

And indeed who would have believed that this low life of a man knew that woman driving the sky blue Range Rover Sports 2010 edition? Maybe in another lifetime, but I definitely couldn't be grouped into this category.

But he had defied this as he casually walked onto the woman only to be met by a very hearty embrace. The hug befitted that of only two people who had prior acquaintance and really missed each other, and it was exhilaratingly sensual.

So here we were staring at this clear contrast of a gorgeous woman elegantly dressed, and a man whose original colour of the clothes he was wearing being beyond comprehension, and to cap it, they were locked up in an almost never ending embrace.

"Well, I hope that you believe me now."

He proclaimed as he poured the remaining volume of the drink into his mouth and slammed the glass onto the piece of the furniture. I only cast him a stare cautiously.

"You know, I never have anyone for my audience, but since you are an exception now, I might as well tell you the whole story."

How delighting, just not what I need or intended to subscribe to. And I wasn't in any way going to condone it, no way.

"Great, that is just delighting. I actually need to hear how the whole story transpired."

But again on second thought, I just couldn't dismiss the man that easily, that is, after raising his hopes so high up. In a way, I had to brace for what would translate to a boring affair, but someone had to do it.

"It was severe pain than emotion I had ever seen in anyone's eyes before."

"She didn't even seem to cry but tears still streamed down her cheeks nonetheless."

He then wiped the liquid like substance starting to form at the extreme ends of his eyes with his palms. I didn't even think to utter a single word, or heave a sigh under my contemplating breath. I just looked on silently as he continued to deliberate.

"You mean this is it, ha?"

"After what we've been through….. together Tim?"

He only continued to stack his belongings in a disarrayed pile into the overnight bag. As far as he was concern, he had his mind already made up and he wasn't looking back for whatever reason, whatever. That is why he didn't even think to answer the question she was posting to him.

And he was done. He zipped the bag shut and yanked it to his shoulder. In an instant Juliet was at his side shoving him into the wall.

"So this is how it's going to be Tim?"

"Go, just go you ungrateful imbecile."

"Never, and I mean never step foot anywhere near me again, you hear?"

He didn't answer, and neither could he maintain eye contact. He just stood there while Juliet sank onto the bed and hid her face under her palms. Seizing the moment, Tim dejectedly walked out of the door and disappeared under the guise of the midnight darkness.

"And you know what Sam?"

"I never looked back or called, and neither did she.

With the magnitude of the sentiment sinking in, I wondered if this freak was really for real. Quite on the contrary, he looked tremendously disorientated as he ran his fingers over his uncombed hair.

"I thought to do so countless times, but I never got round to actually doing it. But I wish I did Sam, I really do."

Tim continued after a slit second pause.

"Well, you know what hurts the most in this whole affair?"

"It's that she stood by me for three years, three years man.

To him Juliet seemed like the average phenomenal creature he had set eyes on in a while. Though she was a fun loving girl, she carried with her this strange aura of responsibility. It's no wonder Tim felt obligated to fall in love with her unconditionally, since she was a marrying material a typical perception in this stage of life.

I have never established the logistics concerning this, but Tim too it seemed subscribed to this line of thought. And oddly as illustrated in his life, this male being had serious monetary implications.

"It took me five years after completion of my university education to be able to raise the outstanding balances and graduate."

"You mean to tell that you have a degree in something."

"In Mass Communication to be precise."

He still didn't cease to amaze. How could he have just sat on such an accomplishment in life?"

"And right about this time is when I realized that Juliet really had a thing for me."

"Though she had been there for several years before, I just couldn't understand why I never noticed this while she continued to grace my life."

Analytically, maybe this dude really had a mental disease, taken from the fact that Juliet was fortunate enough to gain meaningful employment before he did. Though she didn't do much, in the least her mere presence was evidence of her unrivalled love for him.

"I was fortunate enough to get a job immediately after my graduation."

"And during this period she started encountering problems of her own, and we decided to move in together."

The slight flicker of emotion writing through his face shouted that indeed, he felt remorseful in the course of telling his story. I on the other hand didn't feel the need to waiver the hurt that had riddled his contemplating face, I simply stayed put. Wasn't he who had suggested that he wanted to tell me how his story unfolded?

"Then she was laid off from work about five months after we moved in together."

"Oh pardon my courtesy Sam, but do you want a refill?"

"No am actually fine, but kind of engrossed in your story in you don't mind continuing?"

A sense of tension was starting to build up in this room, and I knew that I wasn't in anyway responsible for it. He was starting to show frustration, and I was in the other hand trying to scold pity for this poor man but silently.

"Yeah, we stayed for another two years in this arrangement before she became expectant with my child."

The free flow of tears down his cheeks couldn't be kept at bay as they descended trickle after trickle. It seemed he was genuinely hurting, but to what degree was an elusive phenomenon that I couldn't quite explore or substantiate.

"I guess that is when all hell broke loose."

"I simply don't know how I did it, but I became active in another affair and then barged out of this relationship."

"Were you insane man?"

"And what of the child, did you just forget about it too?"

"She told me earlier that she named our son Mike and he is doing pretty well."

Running his hands over his uncombed hair for the umpteenth time, he lightly closed his eyes then opened them rapidly to gaze at the ceiling.

"My God, what did I do?"

He asked as he gripped into his shirt almost tearing it into pieces.

"And this woman we were involved with left me soon after our positions in the company were declared redundant."

He confessed at last. I gazed at this lunatic wanting to hit the crap out of his sane mind. I mean, who actually does such a thing to someone who has stood by you for all those years, and to leave when she is expecting your child?

"I felt so guilty afterwards since anything else I did ended in jeopardy, and Juliet had turned into this money bags lady that was unapproachable."

"Well, that is how I sank into oblivion and redeployed as a freak here."

Silently, I paused to access the unfolded events. This was outrageous, totally outrageous.

"So Tim, now what is your course of action after meeting Juliet today?"

It was not a question but a mere obligation to find out when and how he was going to go round this, and gauge if he was likely to take the correct course of action in trying to piece his wreck of a life into anything meaningful.

"To be honest Sam, I have no idea."

"Not even a slightest of clues."

 

 

 

 

 

THE VERDICT

She held on to her husband like the world depended on it. She held on like the continuity of the world needed it. None of the numerous numbers of people amassed for the proceeding had been as supportive as she. She was basically like the reason he had the will to power through this an unprecedented proceeding.

She held on to his hand.

He looked forth at her.

She smiled, he smiled back.

He gently squeezed her delicate hand against his as if to reassure her that all was going to be ok soon.

She smiled again and squeezed his hand too in return. These were two people terribly in love, and this little rendezvous is what was actually keeping them apart God forbid.

He stole another glance at her as he thought of this trial affair that was keeping them at bay. It had to be clear that it was starting to have a toll on him, and the minor entails of the case were all still an open secret even before his deliberating mind.

Caught unawares, she turned to him and winked. She then brushed her manicured hand across his lean arm.

She had made a formidable transition from being his whore to his wife in a hocus pocus of an instant, just like in a magical show three years ago. And here she was now, standing by the very man who had plucked him out of the jaws of poverty, and right into the heart of a blissful life. It was out of logical essence that she stands by him no matter what, an act she was already executing.

The night had been a regular criminal burst by the police acting on a tip off, that is, until a corpse and thirty kilos of a white substance were also unearthed at the crime scene. A very drunk man wielding a gun that had shot the dead man had also blacked out nearby.

She had said that she had heard her husband and someone who seemed to be his business associate enter the house, at the earlier hours of the evening. She knew better than to disturb the negotiating duo retiring to watch a movie with her three year old boy by her side, only to be roused by gunshots sounding down stairs. She fled with her son through the fire escape and called the police when in safety.

It was reported that he had allegedly shot a man in cold blood, and a neat stash of just less than thirty kilos of a white power found under his belt.

The husband was later to be found blacked out due to excessive intake of an abused substance, and a gun which was positively identified to have shot the stranger by his side, with his finger prints splashed all over it.

He on the other hand cried that he knew not the man that was being alleged was his acquaintance and business associate, only meeting him through his demise at his house, and with a handful worth of drugs to his credit too.

He further proclaimed that he never remembered being anywhere around his home town that weekend, and consuming the said liquor, raising eye brows in the courtroom about the validity of his outburst. If he was in the next town for a business trip as he was speculating, how did he just magically appear in his home?

And if indeed he was telling the truth, how can he not account for that day's activities, while his wife's testimony clearly puts him to be at home minus not knowing the alcohol consumption part? This was clearly absurd.

The wife's testimony further exposed that he had been at home that weekend and seemed a little bit distraught, opting to go have a little work done back at the office. This is when he returned hours later with the slain man in tow. A packing ticket for his car and the packing bay attendant clearly put him to have been firmly in town.

Known to the husband and many others, one of his business associates, Michael, was a suspected drug trafficker, and the slain man was rumored to be his wingman. Michael had always wanted Tim to join him in business, an offer he had declined for ages though still forging an alliance in the legitimate business. This is one of the theories Tim was trying to base his defense on, though in the mind of course.

His doctor testified that Tim was an ill tempered man and a recovering alcoholic as recent as only a month ago. He stipulated that he was still heavily in rehabilitation and the possibility of ruling out his "back sliding", needed not to be admissible in the court of law.

Peter his good company lawyer stated before the jury that Tim was having a few legal problems of his own, and was very ill tempered in the days leading up to the atrocity he committed. He further testified that Tim had monetary problems and allegedly sought after a deal which was still illusive but had contacted him about the legal logistics. Maybe the dynamic duo had failed to reach a consensus, and owing to Tim's desperation and ill temper, he decided to shot the life out of him. Could it have been all about the drug deal gone sour?

His son was conspicuously absent from the courtroom today.

Peter the lawyer was present today, the packing bay attendant was elatedly sited by the door, his doctor cautiously gazed back and forth across the courtroom, and even Michael was present too. He had priory stated to Tim that somebody was playing God in this case, and was firmly putting the two of them at collisions, easing the tension slightly between the two associates.

Then came Samantha elegantly dressed in white. She was quite a spectacle, and when she walked the buckle of her purse swayed to the music of her walk. She sat a few paces from him and splashed on the dark glasses to her eyes, as the judge walked into the courtroom.

The judge pulled out the ruling and started to read the happenings of the trial. The detailed account of the witnesses could be audibly heard fill out the room, and as they read out her testimony, Samantha whined.

Tim looked up to his wife. She had been utterly supportive to start losing it at this last minute.

The judge shouted for the court to be in order and posted a risk for someone to be held in contempt if they continued to violate his heed. The courtroom fell silent.

Everyone in the court waited in earnest as the foreman got the judgment from the bailiff over the panel of the jury, to the judge amid theatrics of tears and smeared make-up from Samantha.

When the jury was asked their verdict, they stated he was guilty on all the charges, the murder reduced to manslaughter and drug possession with intent to distribute. The sentence was life.

He cried. Tim did cry. For long moments after the verdict and sentence had been read out. It wasn't him as far as his conscious mind could remember, and here he was already condemned. He was even more confused now than when he was trying to figure out how he had wind up at one place, when he was firmly somewhere else.

He shifted his gaze back to his wife. She was shaken looking like she was hit the hardest. Then she smiled, wind up her face and started laughing.

Samantha then stood up and walked over to Michael for an embrace.

That is when the prosecution realized what had just happened. A spin artist, she had succeeded in duping the poor man and the jury in what was a purely, and an expertly orchestrated deceit.

Tim watched in disbelief at the unfolding drama in the courtroom. It had to be crystal clear that his wife's testimony, which seemed to want to protect him from the sway of the case, is what was actually incriminating him deeper into the scum.

She knew all his problems and all his itineraries, and all his plans of the financial bailout he was seeking. She was most resourceful and helpful at that time; she even suggested that he transfer his assets to her name. That is, so that when the auctioneers came knocking, his liabilities would be limited to particular assets only.

He banged his head violently on the courtroom table. Surely, you can take the artist out the con, but you can never take the con out of the artist, just as in the streets, an act Tim had just realized. And would you believe it? He had signed off his assets to her three days before his predicament started to ensue!

And with that, she walked gracefully out of the courtroom hand in hand with her co-conspirer in this little affair, leaving the dejected man poor, and a life sentence slapped on his life for his hard work and efforts.

 

Can't turn a whore into a housewife.

                    TUPAC SHAKUR, hip-hop artist

 

 

MAMA’S BOY

He always knew that evil lurked within in the midst of nothingness. Touting, staring down at the unsuspecting humanity. Stalking or just hovering around, waiting for the opportune moment to prance at someone. And with this mystery dispensation to life, he was among the numerous to encounter evil, but pure evil? He had never seen anything like it, at least not before he stepped into an empty mass and twenty one storeys downwards later, none of that mattered anymore.

"Sammy is that you my son?"

Somewhere in a distant but so close by, the above sentiment played in his consciousness together with the undeniable mental picture of his mother's teary eyes slightly obscured by a liquid like substance trickling down her cheeks. The sight was a clear teary tributary in formation drifting down her rather aged face, and indeed they descended in a free fall notwithstanding.

And a free fall was it too, as his dejected form tumbled downwards towards what he thought was a reprieve from his prior actions. A false reprieve, as his head acknowledged the hardness of the ground below to forever condemn him to oblivion and to leave the others lingering in limbo momentarily.

"Jeez its Sam's mum."

Shouted someone in their midst.

"No Sam, don't."

Screamed another as Sammy leapt over the shaky railing.

It was certainly his mother's face that was revealed from under the soiled bandana that was concealing it underneath. In a momentous instant, everyone was scaring in different directions, all but two. Then one of the remaining souls picked up a rod and smacked the other squarely on the face, sending her tumbling face down towards her already dead offspring twenty one storeys below.

Finally, everything relapsed in an unprecedented serenity. Silent, calm, peaceful, clearly, it was yet again the end of another eventful day. A day full of promise, a day full of disappointments, and just another eventful day was it, as all that was left were two corpses littering the secluded alley.

Morbid, this was not what the day had entailed earlier. It was a drastic shift to an open contrast that is what it was. It had to be that, a drastic shift from the morning's activities.

"Mum, I got admitted to Law school."

He had informed amid the tension firmly riveted in the room. This act was only a mere attempt to scatter the silence in the room and ease the tension slightly just a tiny, winy little bit.

"Oh that's great Sam, congratulations."

But the reality of the matter is what was in focus overriding even the good news just delivered.

See it was absurd. On lay at the table a half a loaf of bread. This is why they were having this conversation in the first place because they both knew that between them, the loaf of bread is what was available for the day. But here they were nonetheless talking about a promise to a better future which was so close, but yet again extremely far.

"Well ma, I got to go out, al see you later."

He just couldn't stand this and neither could she only none of them had the nerve to declare so.

"Just be home by eight Sam, I need to show you something."

"Ok ma, see you later."

And he was gone.

The admission thing had its fair toll on him as much as he would have cared to imagine. And Tim's proposal was starting to drum insistently in his thoughts. He needed not, but the more he stayed here the more he was bound to be like the likes of him, something he had promised he wouldn't be. But it had to be the only way out now, the only way he sought, a one way ticket out, a onetime thing, Tim's way out.

"Hey Tim?"

"Hey man, you have me an answer?"

"Yeah, I have you an answer, but it's a one hit only and am out."

He declared grabbing onto Tim's hand for one weird handshake.

"Alright, but that is what we all said. Look at me now….."

"Am still here and going strong for that matter."

"So six it is then?"

"Correct, I see you are learning fast and six be it then."

And a couple of minutes after six was it then when a lone woman was ambushed by the gang and her head simultaneously covered by a cotton cloth. And neatly stashed in her bag was money any of them had ever touched. They subsequently commandeered her into this abandoned building for further scrutiny.

"Sam, today's stash is all yours."

"There you go college boy, make us proud in school."

Tim complemented as he threw the new looking bag at him.

Then their captive made a fatal mistake. She tried to flee and in the unfolding scuffle, one of the members was hit extremely hard on the groin section that he wanted to remove his own mask and smack the life out of her, but he held on. He had other plans.

"Well college boy, we have an inciter in our hands here."

"Look at where she hit, I guess she wants to have some fun too."

The dude was directing his hand towards the groin section then rapidly clutched at the pain throbbed shaft safely concealed inside his khaki pants. Sam knew what they were implying and was reluctant at first. Between them he wasn't such a guy, but again these guys had just helped raise money that seemed enough for his tuition fee. So half heartedly, he became the first assailant to violate the woman who silently sobbed for fear of being harmed further, possible to death, as the seven other assailant followed suit.

"Now let us see who this is before we leave."

The gang then gathered around for the unveiling.

And there under the soiled bandana was Sam's mum, sobbing, dejected and violated. Sam couldn't believe it as he too in a moment of weakness removed his mask to have a closer look of what he was seeing.

That is when their eyes met. She had just secured a loan that she was bound to pay for the rest of her life for his sake, and this was the thanks she got in return. Everything immediately turned silent, extremely silent as Sam and the rest of the gang looked on agape at what they had just done.

"Jeez its Sam's mum."

Shouted someone from their midst.

"No Sam don't."

Screamed another as Sam leapt over the shaky railing.

In an instant, everyone was scaring in different directions, all but two. Tim then picked up a rod and smacked Sam's mum squarely on the face sending her tumbling over the railing towards Sam's body sprawled in the ground twenty storeys below.

"Crazy shit"

Tim said as he looked down to try to catch a glimpse of the two bodies below.

"Totally crazy shit"

Then he picked the bag that contained the money and casually located the stairs to leave the site of the incident.





Concept adapted from "Dancing with the Devil" by Immortal Technique


 

A HUSBAND FOR BREAKFAST

The sensual feeling was severely intense than she could have cared to anticipate. It seemed foreign in its own capacity that her body could master up such pleasures though she was already an avid participant in this kind of act.

While stirring from slumber, she couldn't help but notice that his eyes had the glare of something more than lust than she had ever seen from his kind. It seemed partly love, partly care, partly tenderness and partly a never ending affection that he had for her.

"Hey babe?"

Then he said in the huskiest voice that touched into the inner soul. It was both sexy and demanding at the same time.

"Hey."

She returned trying to savour the moment never to end. Her eyes were lightly closed as if in an attempt to dupe this phenomenal man into believing she was half asleep.

"I thought you would never open those hazel eyes."

Indeed, and if only he knew that they had already been opened and had been staring down at his for the last half hour or so, maybe his sentiment could have been different. His masculine frame had securely enclosed her in a cuddle, one so common yet so new to her now. She then flung the pillow at his unsuspecting face.

"What the……"

The rest of the words were swallowed up into the pillow as his rather handsome face was concealed under it. His exposed torso send shivers down her already sexed up and dilapidated body, but it was too late as she had been responsible for initiating the next unfolding sequence of events.

She was jerked off her side of the bed to the more than willing arms of this beast. Not in any way was she in a position to complain as the landing was cushioned by his hard chest.

"No Tim I got to ...….."

The reminder of the words were kissed off her lips as Tim darted his tongue deeper, inviting, wanting to be invited, yearning for more, forcing her to yearn for more as his blue eyes looked right into hers. It was like he had the power to look right through her and that is exactly what he was doing.

Anna wrapped her arms around his neck as if to counter the pleasure that was emanating from them. She couldn't tell how, but within an instant, the laced white thong panty was flying halfway across the room, no wonder she was starting to feel like she was.

She wasn't supposed to feel this way God forbid, but she actually was, and just like the first time in the line of their little rendezvous they were at it again.

Notwithstanding, this is anyway couldn't be classified as just any other random pickup between them, but a mutually consented action among these two participants, that is what it was.

"Special day today, you want some sugar for a hundred ninety nine?"

She asked as she gleamed all the way to his automobile. To him, she wasn't just any other being; she had to be that feminine being that he couldn't want to take his eyes off from. It was clear concerning this new phenomenon that she had those eyes, those hazel eyes that looked right at his timid face mesmerizing his whole masculine form.

Her body language wasn't anything out of the ordinary, rather it depicted her intensions vaguely, typical femininity at its best only acting against her social inclinations. And when she spoke, her voice whistled a symphony pleasant to his craned ears. It was like her form was myrrh in itself, utterly pleasant and serene.

Quite on the contrary, It wasn't any wonder that he had those eyes, those lazy eyes that could see right into a soul, but a wonder he acted illiteracy blind to see right through her. His face remained a clear blurry of uncertainty.

His body language wasn't of this world either, it's like he portrayed a kind of non-human tendency that was foreign to humanity. She just couldn't find it in her a way to piece this little puzzle together, since it was an open secret that opposite sexes attracted, a course that so far played elusive between the two of them.

And when he talked, his baritone voice tickled the very sensual nerves almost rendering her to her knees. Morals abound, this was typically an odd entity, tremendously odd.

"Yeah, I want some sugar but will it be worth my while?"

"Ecstasy's my name and I bet you have to wait to find out."

"You bet I will find out, hop in sunshine, where to now, your place or mine?"

"Certainly your lair it is macho man!"

He had never done this in his entire life and the fluidity of the way things were transpiring was beyond comprehension. Between, she couldn't quite also understand why he had to be any different from all the others, because that is what he was in plain and simple terms, like all the others, men.

But him, this man was gentle, caring and plain mysterious. His lair was typically a bachelor's pad; a flat screen patched on the wall, a hi-fi music system partnering it at the rear of the entertainment unit, and a cherry red trio of couches riddling the room. He sure had a thing to lounge in style. The inner room wasn't bad at all either, apart from an occasional pair of soiled briefs tossed carelessly around, it was decently neat. Then the six by six bed seemed like it was precisely positioned at the extreme centre of the room, that is where all the real action happens, Anna figured.

"So where do you want me?"

She asked while getting out of one of those things called hot pants and a small strapless top. It was like the hot pants were indeed hot and itching to taken off, while the top seemed small enough to fit a ten year old girl. It was fascinating to Tim as she wiggled out of those small clothes she was wearing to expose an almost see through lingerie underneath.

Why does one have to wear see through under garments when they could basically walk around with barely any at all? Tim wondered.

"I think you should get a robe from the closest, it might be a long and chilly night."

He suggested as he came to hold onto the bare ramp of her backside. This is the first time they had eye contact. He then let go of her backside just as rapidly as he had held on to it, she on the other hand shifted her gaze to the ground. He was tense and she was blushing, what a perfect combination.

In this business of pleasure the words falling for someone or love in itself do not belong in the vocabulary, but Ecstasy was starting to have one of those, falling for this mysterious client. Him to this extend, could be classified as the man delusional and falling for a hooker, a prostitute or whatever anyone wanted to brand it. Both were trading in waters that are a no go zone, and against what either needed to prescribe to.

"No……I think you got to go to work or something."

She fought to be heard amid the ecstasy that she had promised to deliver, but in the stead, that was being delivered. And indeed it had been a long night as he had foreseen, only getting better at the wee hours of the morning when they discarded the shell of morality and societal afflictions, to subscribe to human nature coming from their long talk.

None of them cared. This was like one of those so sought after phenomenon of love at first sight, or was it lust a first sight. It only remained to be seen what this action could transcended to eventually.

"Forget work and breakfast. I have a better preposition."

Seriously this time, she figured. He seemed plainly honest and sincere.

"If I were to make you my wife, what would your name be?"

Mesmerized, Anna just got out of bed stack naked and ran. She had this crazy thing called affection for this man, but this was never how it was. A husband…..yes, but a husband for breakfast….hell no…..

She wanted him that much, but not this fast anyhow. And with that, the husband to be was credited to his sole discretion at his bed, alone, and she fleeing into the world unknown.

"Excuse me; I think I will need my clothes back now."

She informed as she came back to pick her baby clothes but not finding her panties which were lingering somewhere out of sight. And she was gone, scampering for safety as she would have thought that she was.