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If Only

He sat there confused, what just happened? No answers could come to him only the images of what had happen. Only the looks of disgust on her face that slowly turned into a cruel and violent laugh. There was no actual violence but her words resembled violence so closely that poor Tangi could feel her words deliver devastating blows not to his body but to his spirit. So here he was sitting in confusion trying to decipher the events that transpired at break.

He had done something that people of his status should not have done, something that they shouldn't even think of doing. He approached her, this was not just any ordinary ‘her’ this was Ndapewa the most beautiful girl in school, maybe even in the whole city and maybe still even in the entire Namibia.

And he approached her, he whom they call stinky breath, trapezium (apparently because of the peculiar shape of his somewhat enlarged head), jelly legs, bubble gum butt and many more names still, children are creative that way. How could he have ever made a move on the most desired girl at Concordia high school he who is regarded as the most undesirable?

Tangi sat there in Mr David’s class trying to remember the reason why he decided to do the insanely stupid deed in the first place. It was her smile and she had the warmest of smiles, radiating with so much warmth that it could rival the Sun’s. Not just that during the December holiday Tangi and Ndapewa had spent a lot of time together, Ndapewa was failing maths in such a way the made her look much more human and less of a Goddess but since no parent wants their child just to be human they had arranged it with Tangi’s parents for him to be Ndapewa’s tutor. Seeing that Tangi was the best at mathematics in their grade ever had always scoring in the ninety percentile.

This was my chance thought Tangi to himself as his parents explained that they would be dropping him off at Ndapewa’s house every morning to tutor her for five hours. Five hours just me and her no interruptions this was heaven sent thought the depressed little boy.

And at first Ndapewa was very reluctant and sometimes abusive verbally towards Tangi. But Tangi’s will did not falter he kept at it and eventually his tenacity was rewarded as Ndapewa started to understand the complex equations that were once nothing more than foreign gibberish and his rewards did not stop there Ndapewa was becoming less verbally abusive and treating Tangi like his was an old friend. This was heaven thought Tangi and she was his own Angel.

On their very last tutor session Tangi had set up a very difficult test for Ndapewa, she passed it only got three questions out of a hundred incorrect. She was so happy she planted a big fat kiss right on Tangi’s lips. The rest of the day Tangi’s couldn't say anything he was in such a daze that he didn't even realise that he was in bed now tucked in and ready for his first day at school.

Tangi sat there in Mr David’s class still thinking of all that had happened, why did she kiss me then only to treat me like this now? He was confused he had thought that the kissed had meant that now the two of them would become a couple, finally. There was a very bitter taste in his mouth only after a few seconds did he realise that he had bit his tongue and tasted his own blood. Suddenly Tangi noticed crumpled up paper that was on his desk he unfurled the paper and realised that it was a note. Tangi look around before he read it he saw no one taking responsibility for the note. It only had one sentence on it and no name. It read; ‘MEET ME AT THE FIELD COME ALONE AND DON’T TALK TO ANYONE AFTER SCHOOL!!!’

Tangi looked around more but no one gave away their game.

The field looked humid that day, maybe because it was sprinkled all through the night. Tangi thought that he might be out of his mind for coming here. What did he expect to find? He hoped it was Ndapewa that sent him the mysterious letter but he expected something totally different. How different you ask well he expected maybe a beating or pummeling by Ndapewa’s older brother Marco.

Marco was the captain of the rugby team and he was built like a tank, so saying pummeling Tangi wasn’t an exaggeration. Marco was no stranger to beating up scrawny little boys like Tangi the only reason he was spared a daily dose was because he did Marco’s math homework. Tangi was on the field before the final bell even rang he stood there right in the centre of the field where kickoff normally takes place, was this the kickoff to something beautiful or was this the dawn of his departure from this beloved world?

Tangi smiled to himself as he silently asked himself did his thoughts always have to sound so dramatic. As if some want to be writer was penning his very thoughts. He would never know the answer to his rhetorical question as he saw someone coming, Tangi left his glasses at home that day and his eyesight was so terrible that he couldn’t precisely see who the approaching figure was. The movement of the body suggested that it was a girl rather taking her time to reach him, making him wait sweat trickled down his spine as the mystery girl drew closer. She came close enough for him to make out her walk, that beautiful walk it was Ndapewa.

She was now half way towards him, Tangi tried to squint his eyes but he could not make out the expression on Ndapewa’s face, was it anger or was it excitement maybe it was regret. Even when Ndapewa was face to face with Tangi he still couldn’t decipher what exact emotion he saw on her face.

Ndapewa opened her mouth and nonchalantly said ‘Hi’ her voice was filled with melancholy Ndapewa was looking at the grass at Tangi’s feet, studying it as an astronaut on the moon would look at the rocks.

‘What do you mean “Hi” what is that suppose to mean’ snapped Tangi with tears in his eyes.

At his sudden outburst Ndapewa was forced to look Tangi in the eye she saw his pain, his confusion and because of this she felt pain, she felt her own confusion

‘I am sorry Tangi’ she said but Tangi was having none of it and he replied.

‘What are you sorry for Ndapewa?’ he said her name like it was a curse word forbidden to say out loud by the elders.

She didn’t reply but he did.

‘What was that about this morning you really cut me deep why kiss me and then treat me like this?’ Tangi sighed heavily as he continued ‘I thought we had a connection I thought you were better than the girls we called plastics during the holiday.’

Still no reply he grabbed Ndapewa’s hand with the gentlest of touches and said ‘I meant what I said, I love you.

I have always loved you. Since the first moment I saw your face in kindergarten. You had a purple “Dora the Explorer” backpack my favourite show back, I still watch it sometimes and that always reminds me of you. I know this may sound stupid or silly but it is true. And I felt something between the two of us tell me you didn’t feel it too’ his hands were sweating now maybe it was his imagination but it felt like she was holding his hands as much as he was holding hers.

Still no reply so Tangi spoke once more and said ‘Talk to me Daps please why are you doing this to me’ to this Ndapewa smiled as Tangi used the nickname he had made up for her back in primary school but the smile faded as her reply came

‘I am sorry but you and I cannot be…’

‘Why? I know you love me so why’

‘And how would you know such a thing?’

‘Because you are still holding my hands please tell me Daps why’

‘It’s… It’s just...’

‘What is it am I not cute am I too ugly fro you what is it’

Ndapewa had tears now in her eyes ‘No you don’t want to know you won’t love me anymore please let it be’ seeing Ndapewa’s tears Tangi too started to tear up ‘I will always love you no matter what just tell me’

Now not even trying to hold back the tears now Ndapewa started to chunk loudly ‘I am pregnant!!!’ and as she said it she pushed free of Tangi and she sprinted off, leaving Tangi standing right there at the Kickoff mark.

That was the last time Tangi ever saw Ndapewa alive.

Later that day she had jumped in front of an oncoming truck. Ndapewa just couldn’t live with the fact that she had brought shame to her father’s house. No one except Tangi had known she was pregnant. When he tried to tell Ndapewa’s mother, the grieving mother chased Tangi out of her house with a knife slicing the empty air, as he escaped the yard he could hear the distort mother shouting foul insults before breaking down in tears. Tangi thought of going back and comfort the grieving mother but he couldn’t stop walking.

And.

After a very many years Tangi still thinks of Ndapewa as his true love.

THE END!

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[justbarrymawonga]

The Tetramancer Part I

It has been seventeen summers since the event. I was only a laaite when it happened so I don’t remember much about the world before, the old world. I never understood that phrase ‘old world’ that is what my pa and Uncle Bob always called it whenever they reminisce about their lost old world. If their world is old than this one is new but this is not a ‘new world’. 

This world I live in, is dying so it can’t be new, this is the only world I ever knew. People say there will be a day when the messiah comes; he will have the power to push back and eventually defeat the Morphs. No one person can say for sure what exactly the Morphs are, if you would believe the stories the Morphs are probably fallen angels, demons from hell, dinosaurs that were hibernating, aliens, people from the future blah… blah forsaken blah.  

The point is the stories are endless and there is no way to be sure of what the Morphs exactly are, we call them Morphs because supposedly  they can change their shape. No one is sure about this too, our biggest concern has always been survival. There are very few humans left; the few of us, who still hold a sliver of their sanity, live in pods. Yeah, that’s right we call ourselves pods now. Stupid, I know but not the point. 

These ‘Pods’ cannot be allowed to be bigger than 50 humans. That amount of people will attract Morphs even this far south, and raiders won’t attack a big enough pod so the number fifty is defense and camouflage from both Morphs and Raiders. No one in our pod I know has ever killed a Morph, but that’s not saying much because I never actually seen a Morph. Uncle Bob says that the only way to kill a Morph is with gold, I don’t exactly know what Gold is but uncle Bob told me it’s a shiny metal dug from the earth, with a golden color. It is supposed to be really rare I don’t think anyone in our pod has actually seen gold, even before the event none in the pod had seen gold, maybe on their televisions. 

The Pod lives in the Fish River Canyon, the world second largest canyon, or so my Pa told me. I never left this Canyon. This is all that I know, so saying things like the world’s second largest means nothing to me because this is my world. We have a stream of fresh water, we have some goats and there is game to hunt. Our lives are relatively comfortable, since we moved here thirteen summers ago we have only been attacked by Raiders twice and never by Morphs. I lived a charmed life. Sure a charmed life, in a post-apocalyptic world. But why do I feel like all that is about to end? Well, maybe it’s because it is about to end. Maggie is and has been pregnant for the past nine months and right now she has been in labour for the last  seven hours. When she does bring that bundle of joy out, the population of our pod will officially be 51 humans, 17 goats, 8 cattle, 7 horses and 5 donkeys. One of those numbers has to be 50 at all times, meaning someone has to go.

That someone is going to be me. I am what our pod calls none essential. I am a writer, not much use in that, in writing. I can’t mend fences, heard cattle, tend the garden or even ride a donkey. All I am good at is writing and telling stories late at night for the pod. I am pretty sure telling a story around a camp fire is indeed none essential. I can’t blame Pa. I never picked up on these kinds of things. I tried so hard to learn but I kept messing up.

   My bags are packed, my clothes are dry and my knife is sharpened (All the good that will do me). By day break I will head north to the old city Windhoek. My Pa says there is nothing left in the city, only ghost stories of Familiars and Enhanced. Familiars are humans that are willing slaves to the Morphs, they crave the power of the Morphs, pathetic if you ask me.

The Enhanced however are the ruthless to the Familiars pathetic, technically Enhanced started off as human too but now they are some grotesquely mangled creatures from the imaginings of a rather creative writer maybe Stephen King level.  They feast on anything and everything in their path. Wait a minute so why was I going to a place where these things roamed, the reason was simple I am a writer I need adventure and frankly my life is super boring.

  Maybe I will find myself or perhaps far more likely die a horrible death. Right now either option seems more appealing than living the remainder of my unremarkable life in the wilderness with people who thought of me as a burden. If that’s the case I would rather be my own burden- or die. Yep those were my two options live or die. Sun was about to rise I had to get going. As I was about to leave my poor man’s excuse of a room there was a knock on the door. ‘May I come in Son’ it was Pa. I didn't say anything but he came in anyway. He saw my packed bags. 

For a moment I thought my Pa came to stop me, but the look on his face showed relief. That only fueled my resolve. I won’t beg to stay I will leave with my head held high. I was tempted to lash out and ask Pa what he wanted, but I didn't want to leave here with a blacked eye or missing teeth, so I waited for Pa to speak again. The man had a temper. ‘Son, I tried to teach you as best as I could.’ His way of saying you sucked at everything and you are probably going to die because you never learned properly.  ‘I wanted to give you this…’ he pulled out something that was wrapped in a raggedy old towel. As he unraveled the raggedy old towel I saw a silver barrel of something I only saw once. Once it was completely in the open Pa picked up his Smith & Wesson Model 500. Pa told me his Pa gave it him when he was two years younger than me and that there were only 7 that were made in the world. Again a fact that means nothing to me, so what there were only seven, wouldn't that mean finding bullets for this gun would be even more improbably after the apocalypse? Pa had a tear in his eye not because he was about to watch me walk out of his life for good but because he was giving away this virtually useless hunk of metal. I felt like saying sarcastically ‘Geez thanks Pa that’s very nice of you’ but my fear of a blacked eye and/ or missing teeth was too great.  So I just nodded and put the gun in my backpack.

  I walked out the room without embracing my pa or saying a word. I walked all the way to the kraal and Kubis almost stopped me but Sister Merriam told him it was okay I could take a horse. Which surprised me because I was expecting to take the old ass Ousie, no one would miss her but an actual horse. That stunned me so much that I stuck to my original choice and made the correct movements to mount Ousie. Sister Merriam looked at me so intensely that when I looked back at her, her gaze melted away so quickly that I assume she must have thought me as worthless as the ass I was mounting, maybe slightly more worthless.

‘Come on Ousie’ I said trying to steer the stubborn and confused ass to the gates of the community. Ousie moved after what seemed to be an eternity of waiting for a reaction. One by one the members of the pod came out of their houses to see me leave. There wasn't a sort of sadness in the air not the kind you would expect to find in place where they were saying goodbye to their beloved acquaintance as he or she is leaving town to go to war or on a journey of self-discovery .There was no melancholy, no regret not even worry just this desperate expectation, that wanting, nay that hoping that I would leave and never come back.

I would love to say that this only fueled my resolve more but it didn't, it hurt I knew these people all my life and here they were wanting me to leave so badly. That intense burn in my throat, eyes and chest made me grab the harness tighter as me and Ousie made our slow creep out of the community. The only thing I felt was dread and hope. Hope that somebody would call out to me and say ‘Hey man where do you think you are going? Stay, we all know that you having to leave is nothing but a rubbish rule.’

But alas there was no such luck. As I got closer to the communities gates I could feel the anticipation welling up in the air like a storm cloud after a particularly hot week. Just as the gate-men were opening the gates I heard hurried footsteps running towards me. I did not want to turn and see who it was lest it be only a figment of my, as determined useless, imagination.   But as I was trying to convince myself that I must be hearing things I heard the voice of the hurried footsteps screaming ‘Wait!’ and in that instant hope forced its way back into my throat and made me want to scream out crying ‘Oh God yes thank you. I don’t want to go’ I could feel the other people in the community hold their breaths. Praying even, that I do not even dare try to obey the voice and wait. 

Before I could decide on anything the old ass Ousie obeyed and waited as the footsteps drew nearer. It was our oldest resident Axel. He is the second most none essential person in our pod, remember me being the first. As he reached the backside of Ousie, Axel just stood grabbing the saddle trying to catch his breath. The anxiety of the pod just grew fouler. Threatening to turn maybe violent, maybe?  

These people were afraid and their way of life was being threatened if I stayed. Fear has a diabolical way of turning into anger and hate, the longer and harder it clings to the hearts of men. And these people only knew their fear. Their hearts and minds would not have to strain hard to find that anger and hate. It was fermenting in the darkest parts of their collective heart.  Axel just stood their gasping for air. Still holding the saddle Axel pulled out a scarlet envelop from his raggedy and, I should add real, smelly jacket. 

He looked at me and said in the most nonchalant way ‘Can you deliver this letter for me boy?’ I have no idea why the next words came out of my mouth ‘Sure, Axel. I will, where do I deliver it?’  ‘Give it to a lady called Ursula Queen. ’ I was stumped and as many stumped people before me I muttered ‘Okay…?’  

[justbarrymawonga]

Glossary?

Laatie - Young child

Toppie - Father or Older gentleman (Context is key)

Zallie - Mother or Older lady (Again context is key)

Jive - a Taxi or riding a taxi

Zaak - Money

Lanie - White person

Gweri - An Idiot

Khuhepa - a synonym for gweri (cause you have to have more than one way to call out an idiot)

Zula - Hustling

Guzas - Ladies 

Jitas - Gents

Zoppa - A mark

Splara - shower

[justbarrymawonga]

THE TRUE FABLE OF O’NE

There once was a man. 

The assumption that man has always been holds truth in our most basic view of time. 

We don’t know why but we know that there has always once been a man. This particular man lived in a time when stories and fables were nothing more than yesterday’s happenings. 

This man’s name was O’ne he was the son of Baree who was the son of Ah’me who was a direct descendant of the great and most feared warrior Ma’tu.O’ne lived outside of the village, near the forest of Truths with his two sons, Ma’tu Ru and Ma’tu Nu and the mother of his two sons El’na. 

Ma’tu Ru was the oldest and the strongest but both sons were built very big with muscles and had long locks of black hair that reached their backs. They lived outside the village and close to the forest because they were hunters. In the land of Zamu taking the life of an animal was taboo but not against any law. 

In fact there were only but three Laws in Zamu.

Do not kill, without just cause.

Do not lie, to cause harm.

And the most important law of all three the one that all follow and none break.

Do not steal.

O’ne became a hunter when he was but a boy. He killed a serpent that swallowed his mother as they slept for the night. When they awoke and found the serpent lying there, having had its fill, O’ne’s father did nothing. He said Oa knew what they were doing. 

O’ne boiled with fury and rage and grabbed his father’s wood cutting stone and chopped the head off the beast. His mother’s limp body fell out of the dead serpent. 

O’ne cried out in pain because it was too late his mother was died. In anguish and pain he let out seven shouts of pain and on the seventh shout lightning struck O’ne and his mother. It is said that the lightning struck O’ne because he had committed a taboo by killing an animal but even worse by killing one of the many faces that Oa wears the ‘serpent’.

And in the epicenter of the lighting strike something happened to O’ne, what that something is no spirit or person can actually say.As the smoldering embers around O’ne and his mother died out the woman took a deep breath and for the first time since the birth of O’ne, his father showed real emotion and started to roll on in the dirt tearing off his clothes. 

When the dust settle Baree carried his other into their bed leaving O’ne to burn the serpent and to throw away the ashes deep inside the Innocent forest, named so because man rarely ventured there. And for those that do they are never to return. 

O’ne took the serpent and carried it on his back with his stone axe in his hand and water in his coconut container.O’ne travelled for five days and four nights before he reached a large clearing deep in the Innocent forest, he placed the serpent’s body down and went to gather dead wood for the fire just beyond the clearing.

Just as O’ne stepped out of the clearing a big cat creature pounced on him had it not been for the shrubbery in the cats path the cat would have liberated O’ne’s head form his body. O’ne tumbled back into the clearing the cat followed with a slow stalk. 

O’ne was still on the ground clenching his stone axe and still inching back to where he laid the serpents body. The cat did not follow, it stop when O’ne reached the serpents body. He didn’t understand why the cat did not kill him on the spot. 

The cat just stared at him and O’ne stared back, eventually the cat felt that this was tedious and crawled up into a ball and fell asleep. O’ne was shocked here was an opportunity to kill a threat to his life. 

His enemy was asleep. All he had to do was, was to pick up his father’s stone axe and bring its head down on his sleeping enemy, but was the cat really asleep? 

O’ne could not with full certainty know so he stared at the sleeping cat.But before long O’ne himself was beset upon by his own deep weariness and sleep over took and consumed him. 

He had restless dreams that night. Dreams of being chased by flying serpents, dreams of meeting a man with a golden face a face so bright that if you looked at the man your face would melt and without knowing how he knew he tried his best not to look at the man.

O’ne’s resolve was wearing thin and the temptation to look at the man was just too great to ignore for much longer and just as he was about to look he was pulled back out of his dream and into life with a terror so strong. He for a second forgot how to breathe. After a small examination O'ne realized that nothing was a miss.The cat was awake now and staring amused at him.

O’ne released a sigh of relief, and started to chuckle to himself in that moment he was happy to be alive. He forgot all his worries and smiled as he looked at the roof of the forest canopy there was a tiny bit of moonlight penetrating the top, he couldn't see the stars dancing in the sky, but he could hear them dancing their twinkling rhythm.But just than he heard movement from the cat in front of him. 

O'ne quickly looked down into the clearing and saw nothing different at first, he almost sighed of relief again but then he saw it. The big cat had moved closer, not by much but it indeed had moved.Closer.

O’ne stared at the cat. Its big green eyes stared back, it looked like it knew something that O’ne did in fact know but for some reason could not recall on command. The cat’s breathing started to pick up pace. It was as if the cat was inhaling air to make itself appear even bigger than it already was. The green of its eyes started to glow. The glow was intense jade. O’ne was captivated by the glow. He was unaware, maybe uncaring to the fact that the cat was moving closer to him.

O’ne dropped his stone axe.

The light was beautiful. The light was the truth. The light was Oa. It was all the faces of Oa.

O’ne embraced his destiny and surrendered wholly and holy to the jade light. The boy was at peace.Somewhere in the conscious part of his brain he saw the cat leap for him but O’ne had given into his sub-conscious.The light was filling his entire body with a freedom no man before him had ever experienced and very few since.The serpent.The serpent hissed so loud. 

The trees in the forest of Innocence started to tremble at the terrifying echoes that came from the dead serpent.The mesmerizing spell of the jade glow was broken. O’ne was back to his scared self. He picked the stone axe up and without forethought, without reflection he charged the now leaping cat. This sudden burst of randomness stunned the cat perhaps more than the hissing of the dead snake.For the first time since the glowing started O’ne had control of his own consciousness.The eyes. The eyes, go for the eyes.

O’ne leapt into the sky with a power and a will he did not know he possessed.Freedom.This was pure freedom. Being able to be conscious and still see outside of oneself.

O’ne plunged the stone axe in the right eye of the cat while holding on to its right ear with his left hand.There was a connection between the two as he clung on top the cat's ear. Their roles were now and forever reversed. O’ne was the hunter, O’ne was the cat. He felt the cat’s fear surging through his left hand.The cat groaned and moaned and shook its head so violently and so hard that O’ne was flunged high in the air. He had some of the cats whiskers in his left hand and as he plunged back to the hard earth. O’ne saw the cat run back into the forest of Innocence. Somehow O’ne landed on his feet.

Unhurt.

O’ne was still holding the cat’s whiskers in his left hand and the now bloody stone axe in his right. The blood on the axe burnt hot. So hot that the stone axe was scorched black and turned into a black crystal and so were parts of his right hand. But he felt no pain. He felt strength from both the burn on his right hand and the whiskers in his left hand.

O’ne dropped the stone axe not because it was heavy to hold but because he had no use for the weapon anymore. He knew without knowing that no animal in this forest would dare to attack him.

O’ne stood in the dark clearing. It felt brighter to him now than it had when he woke from his dream. Yet there was no light source. Except for the faint glow of the now displace jade eye of the cat and the penetrating moonlight. He walked to the jade eye and he picked it up.

O’ne stared into the eye and he could see Oa as they stared back at him. O’ne ate the eye as if it were an apple. It was his final rebellion against Oa. Still chewing and eating the eye, O'ne walked to the dead serpent and stood in front of it. O’ne finished his jade eye apple and tied the whiskers around his waist like a belt. He sat down in front of the serpent.‘Speak’ O’ne insisted to the dead serpent. Moments had passed without him moving or without the serpent speaking.How many moments?

Only Oa knew.

O’ne got up from his seated position and went a few steps back to pick up his stone axe. This time he looked at the transformed stone axe it wasn’t stone anymore it was crystal like and so sharp that it cut O’ne’s finger as he  ran it across the crystal blade.

O’ne was amazed.He went back to the headless serpent and started to skin the serpent. He knew what he was doing even though he did not know why.

O’ne consumed the serpents body for seven days and for seven night. Each time he would prepare a meal he would say these words-‘I consume you to make me stronger’Once O’ne’s feasting came to an end. He put out his fires and collected his serpents skin in a bundle and headed back to his village.

The trip back only took him a day this time because he had no dead serpent to weigh him down and because he had no reason to fear the forest anymore. When he reached the homestead of his father O’ne was met with fright because they thought him to be dead in the forest of Innocence never to return. Instead here stood a boy who now resembled a fierce and powerful man. 

O’ne’s clothes did not fit him anymore it is as if he had grown years in a matter of weeks.

Baree tried to stop O’ne from entering the house but the man O'ne had grown up to fear and respect seemed like a bothersome fly to him now. O’ne found his mother sleeping and he woke her and at first she did not recognize him to be her son but after a few silent moments she realized that it was O’ne her son.‘How long was I asleep?’ She asked trying to understand why the boy looked like a man.‘I do not know the answer to that question mother.’ O’ne could see the confusion dancing in her eyes, but he was unsympathetic to it.‘You, woman you owe me your life.’ There was silence.

O’ne unwrapped the bundle of serpents skin that he had tied with one of the seven whiskers from the cat he had and gave it to his confused mother with all the whiskers and said ‘Make me new clothes with these, and make them fast. I do not want to be here when the sunsets.’The woman looked at the skins in awe and said ‘This will be the finest clothe my hands shall ever make.’O’ne stayed in the room as his mother made the clothes. 

He stared at his hand, his now blacken right hand. It felt heavy like stone and it was a shiny black the kind of black that light dance off of, he clenched and unclenched his right fist. 

All the while his mother worked and sang songs of mourning as if her son had died.The new clothe fit O’ne like a glove. She had made him shoes, trousers, two leathery shirts, a hat and even a quiver.

 Exactly what O’ne wanted she knew this without knowing it, she  felt it. 

There was even enough left to make him a water skin and a knapsack and some leftover that he put into the knapsack.That was the last time he saw either of his parents.He went back into the forest of Innocence and would only return many years after the death of his parents to seek out a wife. 

No one knows what O’ne went to do in the forest for so many years but all they knew is that since he killed the serpent life has never been the same.

Boys and Girls all around Zamu upon hearing his tale started to explore more.They started to question more.It was a new age and O’ne was directly responsible for it.

   THE END

[justbarrymawonga]

Diary of a Namibian Black Dude...

Chapter Three

Dude, wasn’t that embarrassing?! By now, if you have read the first two chapters you might come to the conclusion that I am afflicted by very frequent and very sever bouts of embarrassing situations. Meaning, yes these situations are real memories. And now among many other things you may start to wonder, if these situations are real, dude was that not embarrassing? I can feel you rolling your eyes at my words. I suppose it is a good thing for I have managed to tap into your mental psychic and as you read on, you will discover that that very connection will grow more. I don’t want to bore you with myself diagnosis and with my contradictory descriptions of self, so on with my tale.

Well in manner of speaking yes and no. I feel embarrassment in the moment and anything past that moment is forgotten. It’s a very helpful mutation in the ever evolving human condition. This allows this dude to forget seriously embarrassing moments. That way their traumatic after effects only last in that embarrassing moment. You see, a very useful mutation. I can be the main protagonist in a very embarrassing scenario in the morning and by lunch time, the whole event will have been purged from my short term memory banks. Leaving me mentally trauma free, I go home, sleep and wake up ready for an exciting day.

The problem however, by purging your embarrassing memories you stand the high chance of repeating the actions that caused your embarrassment in the first place. I have done every embarrassing thing that will or has appeared in this Blog at least twice! See by not remembering the thing that caused your embarrassment you run the risk of causing that very embarrassing situation to befall upon you. Creating an infinite loop of embarrassment.I hope you taking notes because I wish that someone had given me this very advice, because besides you running the risk of finding yourself in a Double Jeopardy situation. The purged memory will surface in the most embarrassing ways. I was out once with individuals that I truly believed were my friends. We had decided to go to one of Windhoek’s entertainment establishment’s, code for Shebeen, and you know quench our adolescence fueled thirst. We just wanted to fuck shit up basically. The grouped comprised of five different people, excluding me of cause (I never count myself in a group). It was Paul, Victor, Avery, Susan and Betty. From their names you might say those don’t sound like real people and you would be half right because those are not their real names but the people are real. Paul was a friend from primary school. He was a buff guy, recently becoming buff thanks to supplements and various shakes. Back in primary the dude was so skinny he looked like a stick figure of a praying mantis wished to life.  We used to make jokes that Paul’s clothes kept him from floating away and I kid you not I saw evidence of that on a windy day. We were going home after collecting our slightly embarrassing report cards all the while comforting ourselves by making fun of the ones who did not make it this term. When all of a sudden a freak gust of wind blew between us, dust and small pebbles pelted my body and face. I could see through obscured vision Paul holding on to his shoe lace as the mildly rough gust had Paul almost flying away. Paul screamed as he held on to the shoe lace. If it was not for the dust I would be rolling in laughter at the sight of Paul clutching on to his shoe lace.

I will give you a moment to breath.

Everyone else in the group I knew only through Paul. Betty was a girl from the coast who came to visit. She was nice and round so Paul said that I should pursue her this evening. Victor was Paul’s roommate at varsity. Avery was the hot chick in the group and she was Paul’s girlfriend and Betty’s cousin. If I could describe Avery in one sentence it would be something like this; The girl with a body so divine prophets have been birthed proclaiming her beauty. Don’t misunderstand me I really don’t care about looks but I can recognise and fully appreciate the form of a woman, that just means that Avery is one hell of a woman.  

Susan however was also very divinely built with the kind of smile that can melt the sun. Susan was one of Avery’s BFF’s and I heard Paul telling Victor to go for Susan. While all of these going on’s were going on I was really content with hanging out, drinking beers and perhaps make out with the 'leka' thick chick who was Betty. But Susan had other plans she wanted to make out with me, because I am funny, and Victor was having none of it he was trying so desperately to pull Susan’s attentions away from yours truly. She was smitten by my very nerdy way of speaking for some unknown reason she thought that I was an intellectual. I assure you I am far from being anything close to an intellectual the secret of my broad vocabulary is a direct result of watching too much television. I watched everything all the time and this was the first time that the opposite sex would take an interest because I sounded so smart. The flabbergasted Victor decided to switch tactics and started making fun of me, I just responded with smiles and grins. That tactic would have worked. Keeping your head down and not responding always keeps the peace, the peace was not kept though thanks to Paul’s involvement.

Paul probably did not want his roomie to feel too bad so he started making fun too. First mentioning the time I got my ass kicked by a girl back in primary. Being the guy that delete’s his short term memories I totally denied such a thing ever happening. But Paul was determined to make me trip so he mentioned the time I got my ass handed to be by a kid in a grade lower than me, I denied that too. He upped the ante bringing forth so many different embarrassing moments enough to fill the pages of a book with, maybe this book. Needless to say the evening turned sour. Paul and Victor were laughing their asses off as the three ladies and I sat in really awkward silence. I paid for my round and decided to leave. On my way out Susan accompanied me, she walked really close to me. I would have felt flattered if I did not feel like I got my balls kicked in, not literally because that would actually hurt, more. She turned to me and told me that she wanted to see me again and that I should take her I number. We split a cab together and on our way home we talked the entire ride. Being encourage by the liquid courage I asked Susan for her number and to my surprise she asked for mine at the same time. I was to be dropped first and to my horror I discovered that I had no money left. Being the gentleman I am I got out without saying a word. Only to discover in the morning that I had left my phone in the cab. It would be another six months before I would get a replacement phone. I never saw Susan again. That wasn’t so embarrassing was it?