And then it happened . . . Yes that was where I was with that story.
As I mentioned earllier, that Queen of Sheba is one hell of a place. With the smell of Njera mingling with the aroma of burning goat meat, it was all set for a dramatic event about to happen.
A tall slim chick stepped into the place. She was all African beauty piled into one person. God was so generous to have given her all these qualities! However her face did not register the fun the place was set to see. You can tell she was out on a payback trip. She surveyed the place with her eyes, scanning the tables in one round sweep and settled on a group sitting in the far corner. Man you could tell fron her face tha radiated hatred in that semi-dark palour that a great event was about to be witnessed by men!
True, she walked over to the group, gripped a lady by the shoulder and pulled her out the way. She focused on her man and looked him straight in the face. Well, not a word was spoken, as he stood up slowly and left the table. She followed him outside.
Uhmm, a cheating husband caught in the act! Well, we were denied the drama by his cool act, but what the hell. Nothing bad happend! Sigh. I disappointed you.
It is one hell of a thing that is happening in the town. Where there is money, what men do best with it is is marry another wife! It is an unnecessary side effect of wealth, unfortunately. An unhealthy one too!
By being a frequent user of such places and picking on ladies of the night, there are also underlying bad sides. For one thing, AIDS is a real thing. I will leave that for next time! I seem to have lots of them these days, don’t I?
Hmmm.. am I disappointed? Well, the image of that slim chick born out of a blessed worm, molded when Jah had a good day, and with a frown that accented that beauty pleases me more than a cat fight in a ’shrine’like queen of sheba…
Wished it was a lapdance
Comment by sudaneseReturnee — August 20, 2007 @ 3:22 pm
I wasn’t extremely dissapointed..however, if I were u, I would slowly walk behind them and witness the fight!
Comment by kizzie — August 21, 2007 @ 3:48 pm
buahaha @ sudanese returnee’s comment
seriously though, what a disappointment.
Comment by msdalu — August 22, 2007 @ 7:29 am
@msdalu and kizzie…
Okay ladies, I challenge you to come up with an alternative ending starting from “..True, she walked over to the group, gripped a lady by the shoulder and pulled her out the way..”
please don’t disappoint us, all hope rests on you 2 now.
Comment by sudaneseReturnee — August 22, 2007 @ 4:16 pm
Hey ladies! Wassup? It looks like you were having a new story in your minds!
Were you expecting a fight or a lapdance(Naughty Returnee style!)It was a long story and the rest left to your imagination.
I wouldn’t have done it better than Kizzie: let us do the alternative ending challenge! And see who wins!
Comment by Dr. K. K — August 22, 2007 @ 4:34 pm
Before I invest any energy, what’s the prize?
As I’m sure I’ll win.
Comment by msdalu — August 24, 2007 @ 9:52 pm
Dalu, you sound very confident indeed. Uhm. I would have loved to travel all the way to America in order to hand the prize (It would be fun seeing the great USA!), but what kind of prize will that be?
I will dedicate a poem just for you, commissioned by one of our best South Sudanese writers, in gold plated frame. I bet it will be worth the effort!
Comment by Dr. K. K. — August 25, 2007 @ 7:39 pm
The prize is for the winner!
Comment by Dr. K. K. — August 25, 2007 @ 7:39 pm
True, she walked over to the group, gripped a lady by the shoulder and pulled her out the way..
pretty lady:- let’s take it outside…
other lady:- who are you anyways?
pretty lady:-trust me honey, u will find out in a few seconds
to be completed tomorrow…I’m getting that prize..i love poetry!
Comment by kizzie — August 26, 2007 @ 12:21 am
so they walk outside n after a few seconds of screams and hairpulling.
other lady:- what are you doing? who are you?
pretty lady:- mabye u don’t know me but u definitly know my husband!
other lady:- what
pretty lady:- I’m peter’s wife
other lady:- oh..let me explain
pretty lady:- explain what? do you have any self-respect or do you just sleep with any man you meet?
other lady:- Peter is positive
pretty lady is stunned
After 10 seconds of silence
other lady:- I’m his doctor,He got infected with HIV through a blood transfusion in Southern Africa..He just found out a couple of weeks ago and He couldn’t face you…I was trying to convince him to tell you a couple of minutes ago…
Comment by kizzie — August 27, 2007 @ 11:47 am
hahaha… it has it element of surprise with a twist.
Comment by sudanreturnee — August 27, 2007 @ 2:51 pm
Sudanreturnee, where is my poem?:)
Comment by wholeheartedlysudaniya — August 27, 2007 @ 10:13 pm
Kizzie, you write like the story collection of Frederick Forsyth: Twelve Red Herrings! The twist is superb. Is she the doctor or personal secretary accompanying him to the bar? Uhm.
The ground is left for the other competitor Dalu!
Comment by Dr. K. K. — August 27, 2007 @ 11:45 pm
Hahaha
I’m afraid my contribution will lack the elegance that kizzie has presented.
True, she walked over to the group, gripped a lady by the shoulder and pulled her out the way…
Other lady: Who do you think you are?
Pretty lady: Who do you think YOU are?
Other lady: Everything you couldn’t offer your husband!
Gripped by pure outrage, Ms. Pretty lady, reached out and smacked the Other woman upside the face. Other woman stunt at the physical assault she has just encountered, stumbled backwards looking bewildered. People were starting to gather around them. You could feel people silently chanting, “fight, fight, fight” in their excited thoughts. A few brave souls tried to encourage Ms. Pretty lady to continue to give Other woman a beat down. “You are being humiliated by this woman, show her who’s the boss!” some voice rang out from the darkness.
Cheating husband: Look I can explain.
Upon hearing his voice, Ms. Pretty lady suddenly rearranged her priorities. No, she is not going to beat down this other fool of a woman, after all, she probably fell prey to his husky voice, suave ways and endless strings of promising lies. Suddenly her anger found a new target, and upon doing so, she turned around, covering the space between them in the blink of an eye. Before Cheating Husband new what hit him he was on the ground with a mouth full of dirt, and before he could let out an exclamation of pain/surprise, he was already doubled over as she proceeded to kick him and throw punches.
Ms. Pretty Lady: NO! ONE! CHEATS! ON MEEEEEEE!!!
Finally some reluctant audience members, for they were enjoying this WWE smack down too much, tried to make her stop lest she start rearranging his face. Out of breath Ms. Pretty Lady looked around, only to realize that Other woman has left the scene. Well then, she thought. This is a small town, I’ll find her sooner or later.
Comment by msdalu — August 28, 2007 @ 4:11 am
Wow again! You ladies have the flare for spinning a yarn! That is a super fiction. The judge will definitely have a hard time finding a winner.
Thanks Dalu and Kizzie. The jury is out.
Comment by Dr. K. K. — August 28, 2007 @ 8:51 pm
*waits ever so patiently*
Comment by Dalu — August 30, 2007 @ 4:50 pm
good one Dalu!
It’s soo….YOU!
Comment by kizzie — September 1, 2007 @ 11:52 pm
good one Dalu!
It’s soo….YOU! lol
Comment by kizzie — September 1, 2007 @ 11:52 pm
Yeah, good work guys. It is interesting to read the two versions. I wonder why Sudan Returnee has not given us his version with the lap dance
The winner will be announced soon . . .
Comment by Dr. K. K. — September 6, 2007 @ 7:18 pm
Still deliberating?
Comment by Dalu — September 25, 2007 @ 1:20 am
Dalu, I thought Sudan Returnee is going to chip in with his ending! Ok, I will be announcing soon
Comment by Dr. K. K. — September 25, 2007 @ 9:20 pm