Things That Go Bump In The Night
Once, a local newspaper reported
the bizarre story of an adulterous couple that got stuck together during sex. The
husband had done that to them. I dint understand how but a nerd friend of mine
informed me that if during sex a woman is stressed enough her vagina will close
up.
Bollocks.
That was a simple case of
witchcraft. The husband confirmed it by going to a witchdoctor (n’anga) and
getting them unstuck.
It worked.
My nerd friend whispered that the
perceived danger had been removed and she had no reason to fear so her vagina
had loosened and let her ‘lover’ go.
I love that word, lover... it
seems so lovey dovey, so yours truly innit?
Bollocks.
I digress.
Years later when I moved towns, I heard of a
man who could let you see who had stolen from you. He would lead you into an
ill lit room sit you in a chair and hand you a mirror. Then the rest was all
you,
“Mirror mirror in my hand, show
the fiend who stole my beast/bra/phone/money/shoes.”
Lo and behold, right before your
very eyes, like in a badly scripted Disney movie, lights would shoot out of the
mirror, and fireworks would go off. You would get sucked into the mirror and be
pulled into the scene of the theft. You
can’t touch anything though, everything is 2D and lack lustre which gives you the feeling that you are being
ripped off. Nine time out of ten the thief would be your best friend.
Made me totally distrust my best
friend. Until somebody told me that, he gave these people a drink before he
made them sit.
So in essence, what you got was a
hallucination.
The n’anga I went to the other
day, tried to convince me that that was no hallucination, and that the picture
was for real.
Made me think.
A couple of years ago some thieving fiend made
away with all my shoes, save for a royal blue pair that was peeling off at the
sides and a pair of silver heels that was coming undone. I had many a
sleepless night after that night. Imagining that the burglar had come back to
finish me off, I still do. Most nights I lie awake imagining all sorts of
horrors.
Why just the other night, I heard
him. Jangling our French door trying to get into the lounge, (my love for TV is
rivalled only by my love of shoes. As quick as a cat I slid out of bed. I, am
no fool however, I went to wake up L.
I tiptoe quite dramatically to
her bedside and stood there watching her for a minute, one hand on my hips and
the other, poised to shake her.
I poked her instead, and arms
held akimbo, I waited.
She did not stir, so I poked her
again and resumed my stance, (in nothing but my knickers which had no doubt
been skewed by my tossing and turning) she woke... slowly.
Peeling her eyes open slowly.
At this point, I should tell you
dear reader that my family is endowed with quite large eyes, as big saucers,
round as tiny moons in heads of all shapes and sizes. When we open them wide,
they fill our faces.
L opened hers wide (she has the
biggest you see), and I stood there in silence watching her, waiting for the
shadow of sleep to drop from her eyes in phases. First came the confusion, then
puzzlement, then fright, and for a second she looked quite petrified and
finally the annoyance when she recognised. For such a smart girl I cannot
believe it took her almost a minute to recognise me.
“Why on earth are you standing naked
beside my bed?” she demanded sitting up straight
“Someone’s trying to get in,”
“Someone’s trying to get in?”
“Yes, now they’ve stopped,
listen,”
“Listen.”
“Shhhhh stop parroting me, listen
they’ve stopped lets go switch on the lights in the lounge so they know we are
up.’
“Now?”
“Yes now, come on.”
It took another minute to get her
out of bed.
“You go first, go on I’ll cover
you.”
“From what? Why can’t you go
first? You are older.”
“Because,”
“Because what?”
“I’m naked.”
“No way, I’m the youngest you go
first.”
“Listen L I can’t go first if he
sees me like this he will be filled with lust, break in and rape me.”
“No, no, no way, I am not going
first what if he attacks.”
“He won’t”
I picked up a shoe and held it in
front of me, waving it about to show what I meant.
We bickered about why I got to
have a weapon and she didn’t. The right answer in all these instances was that
I was older.
“Why are we tiptoeing, wouldn’t
it be better if we made noise and let him know we were up?’
Because I’m older
“Why are pushing me ahead, I can walk by myself,”
Because I’m older
“Shouldn’t I be the one switching on the light
since I am in front?”
Because I’m older
“Why should I look outside? What if he sees me
and punches the glass where my face is?”
Because I’m older
“Wait, why do I have to walk
behind you, you said I should be in front.”
“I told you I am not dressed.”
“That’s not even a reason; you
know you really need to learn to wear a nightie when you are going to bed, why
do you sleep in the nude anyway?”
Because I’m older
“One of these days a thief is
gonna walk in and mistake you for a witch.”
Because I’...
I was very offended, but it was
true. African witches go about their business in the nude.
note to self, sew nightie for Vaal
ReplyDeleteTari you of all people know I have advanced training in sewing. It's a life choice and a lifestyle I choose ;)
ReplyDeleteTari you of all people know I have advanced training in sewing. It's a life choice and a lifestyle I choose ;)
ReplyDeleteYeah... definitely don't greet a potential criminal while you're naked. Sounds like the WRONG thing to do. haha.
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