1982, the year I was born, a weather phenomenon in the Pacific Ocean where all these warm currents caused all sorts of problems, floods and droughts, and 8 billion dollars of death and 1500 deaths...occured. A south American fisherman called it El Nino, for Christ Child, for the time...around December, Christmastime, when it occured.
Other times, on my birthday, 11 March strange things have happened... so one does not have to assume that, for example, I am to be in any way associated with good cheer.
So I was definitely in my element on my birthday this year, when I sat on a bench courtesy of Sam, my "friend", a carpenter with good wood hands but a rotten heart, and watched the Cape Argus Cycle Tour and seethed with rage at thie particular English woman whom I was really longing to throttle, not only for what she had attempted to do, but for not bothering to acknowledge that she was actually skating on thin ice, and that, contrary to what she expected, I followed no one's rules, man or woman, regardless of creed, colour, race or pedigree.
Hey, I have walked through the ethnic clashes and never turned a hair, doing exactly as I pleased, and blowing everyone who stood in it out of my way, and so, when I saw this pretty blonde lady who had a fine thatch of close cropped hair, the type which many women spent millions in their lifetimes to attain and which she wore so effortlessly I knew it was natural...and the white dress, I instantly relaxed, and became protective, particularly since a boorish Englishman across the road said, "Look at that lady!", ridiculing her when all she wanted was someplace to sit.
I made up my mind...the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so I made a place for her, and she came, spread her white sheet in the road by my right, on the tarred road [there was no traffic, so it was safe] and she, by way of explanation spoke to her two unusually silent boys, one in his teens and the other younger, and said, in careful even English [showing her Afrikaans background] that the boys should sit by and wait for papa to come so they should take pictures and go home.
The guy rode up, and now, I am already possessive, so I was waiting for her to kick me in the balls. Not a word has passed between the boys or the man and her, and he is given two water bottles and she takes pictures of him on his bike, him with the kids, and then, to my surprise, she kisses him on the lips, a brief peck, and she has each of the kids kiss him as well.
Boys kissing their father on the lips? I laugh and I say, "you will do!", although, of course, I do not accept the fact that I am causing all this. But I do accept that I would be happy to have her around all the time, for a permanent rest for her, because, obviously, the guy is up to no good. Giving a woman kids is a sure sign that the man intends to murder her.[explanation later]
2)I am at Villekulla Lodge,when this Dutch couple walk in, and the minute I see the chick, I go, no way, I will not have anything to do with her. But I am angry at both Michelle and Sam and so, the "beast" in me is near the surface, and I go plainly; anyway, as soon as you leave you are going to go into his arms. She proves me wrong.I strike up a conversation with the both of them and I tell them about how I am out to get to the US, but I am having woman problems. She reads me perfectly and she goes out, comes back and brings a Dutch book, and it has the "loneliness of primes" title when translated. I get it: who, on a tour to Africa, spends evenings reading a book and books into a lodge where she books beds in a dorm, single beds? I relax and sit back. She then comes ...alone... when I am cooking in the kitchen, and she pokes her nose into what I am cooking and I go, silently, hell, girl, I would love to take you right now and kiss you, and you can poke you nose anytime into what I do, because I like it. At least it is not long. But I wonder at what her legs look like, her calves, because she is in jeans and well, these are deceptive...and by the way, she has this 'comfortable' hairstyle, also a brilliant white. I can not keep my eyes of her.
Next morning, it is not hot, but she wears a skirt, thin and shows off her legs, and something else about her peculiar companion, but I wont go into that, and I just say, "hell, you are mine", and she finally leaves. Gorgeous legs those.
3)Still at Villekulla Lodge, this mother of two walks in, the spitting image of Michelle, only a bit taller, and with that 'dirty' straw-coloured hair, and instantly I am 'aggro', and she calmly talks to Sam about how she is here for a wedding, as a bridesmaid [now last I checked women who were married could not be maids], and I look at her closely, in her face, and I see the nose is not so pronounced as Michelle's, actually it is quite pleasing, but I complain about the fact that she is wearing loose jeans, that almost seem as if they are falling of her,[maids dressed in dress, dummy, she seems to say] and that even if I take her, she will want to have her kids looked after. The following morning, I see her father, and the implication is, without words, he would be willing to look after the boys without involving me in any way, even financially, since I hate parents, and so, I relax even further, more so when her son, the youngest, pukes in the room and instead of cleaning it up, she offers Sam R50 to clean it up. I say, you will pass, and she shakes Sam's hand as she leaves, but makes it a point to pause, walk regally up to me, and give me her right hand, regally, and I say...oh, OK.
4-5)I am sent to buy beer at The Drop Inn, by Food Zone, and as I wlak in these two blonde girls knock the stuffing out of me. It is like having a streetlight in your living room for sheer out-of-context brilliance, and one is tall and the other is shorter, but both are drop-dead gorgeous, and as if they hear me they ask me a question, which if I answer I get a "spot" prize.
After much 'fumbling", yeah right, the shorter one apparently settles on a sport question: In which country did cricket originate. I answer England and win a cap, just like theirs. A red Castle cap, and the implication is obvious, we can read you just as you read us. Stop weakening yourself for this girl. You are strong, "Castle" strong. So I have decided to take these.My fifteen, and be as strong as I really am, always.
Other times, on my birthday, 11 March strange things have happened... so one does not have to assume that, for example, I am to be in any way associated with good cheer.
So I was definitely in my element on my birthday this year, when I sat on a bench courtesy of Sam, my "friend", a carpenter with good wood hands but a rotten heart, and watched the Cape Argus Cycle Tour and seethed with rage at thie particular English woman whom I was really longing to throttle, not only for what she had attempted to do, but for not bothering to acknowledge that she was actually skating on thin ice, and that, contrary to what she expected, I followed no one's rules, man or woman, regardless of creed, colour, race or pedigree.
Hey, I have walked through the ethnic clashes and never turned a hair, doing exactly as I pleased, and blowing everyone who stood in it out of my way, and so, when I saw this pretty blonde lady who had a fine thatch of close cropped hair, the type which many women spent millions in their lifetimes to attain and which she wore so effortlessly I knew it was natural...and the white dress, I instantly relaxed, and became protective, particularly since a boorish Englishman across the road said, "Look at that lady!", ridiculing her when all she wanted was someplace to sit.
I made up my mind...the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so I made a place for her, and she came, spread her white sheet in the road by my right, on the tarred road [there was no traffic, so it was safe] and she, by way of explanation spoke to her two unusually silent boys, one in his teens and the other younger, and said, in careful even English [showing her Afrikaans background] that the boys should sit by and wait for papa to come so they should take pictures and go home.
The guy rode up, and now, I am already possessive, so I was waiting for her to kick me in the balls. Not a word has passed between the boys or the man and her, and he is given two water bottles and she takes pictures of him on his bike, him with the kids, and then, to my surprise, she kisses him on the lips, a brief peck, and she has each of the kids kiss him as well.
Boys kissing their father on the lips? I laugh and I say, "you will do!", although, of course, I do not accept the fact that I am causing all this. But I do accept that I would be happy to have her around all the time, for a permanent rest for her, because, obviously, the guy is up to no good. Giving a woman kids is a sure sign that the man intends to murder her.[explanation later]
2)I am at Villekulla Lodge,when this Dutch couple walk in, and the minute I see the chick, I go, no way, I will not have anything to do with her. But I am angry at both Michelle and Sam and so, the "beast" in me is near the surface, and I go plainly; anyway, as soon as you leave you are going to go into his arms. She proves me wrong.I strike up a conversation with the both of them and I tell them about how I am out to get to the US, but I am having woman problems. She reads me perfectly and she goes out, comes back and brings a Dutch book, and it has the "loneliness of primes" title when translated. I get it: who, on a tour to Africa, spends evenings reading a book and books into a lodge where she books beds in a dorm, single beds? I relax and sit back. She then comes ...alone... when I am cooking in the kitchen, and she pokes her nose into what I am cooking and I go, silently, hell, girl, I would love to take you right now and kiss you, and you can poke you nose anytime into what I do, because I like it. At least it is not long. But I wonder at what her legs look like, her calves, because she is in jeans and well, these are deceptive...and by the way, she has this 'comfortable' hairstyle, also a brilliant white. I can not keep my eyes of her.
Next morning, it is not hot, but she wears a skirt, thin and shows off her legs, and something else about her peculiar companion, but I wont go into that, and I just say, "hell, you are mine", and she finally leaves. Gorgeous legs those.
3)Still at Villekulla Lodge, this mother of two walks in, the spitting image of Michelle, only a bit taller, and with that 'dirty' straw-coloured hair, and instantly I am 'aggro', and she calmly talks to Sam about how she is here for a wedding, as a bridesmaid [now last I checked women who were married could not be maids], and I look at her closely, in her face, and I see the nose is not so pronounced as Michelle's, actually it is quite pleasing, but I complain about the fact that she is wearing loose jeans, that almost seem as if they are falling of her,[maids dressed in dress, dummy, she seems to say] and that even if I take her, she will want to have her kids looked after. The following morning, I see her father, and the implication is, without words, he would be willing to look after the boys without involving me in any way, even financially, since I hate parents, and so, I relax even further, more so when her son, the youngest, pukes in the room and instead of cleaning it up, she offers Sam R50 to clean it up. I say, you will pass, and she shakes Sam's hand as she leaves, but makes it a point to pause, walk regally up to me, and give me her right hand, regally, and I say...oh, OK.
4-5)I am sent to buy beer at The Drop Inn, by Food Zone, and as I wlak in these two blonde girls knock the stuffing out of me. It is like having a streetlight in your living room for sheer out-of-context brilliance, and one is tall and the other is shorter, but both are drop-dead gorgeous, and as if they hear me they ask me a question, which if I answer I get a "spot" prize.
After much 'fumbling", yeah right, the shorter one apparently settles on a sport question: In which country did cricket originate. I answer England and win a cap, just like theirs. A red Castle cap, and the implication is obvious, we can read you just as you read us. Stop weakening yourself for this girl. You are strong, "Castle" strong. So I have decided to take these.My fifteen, and be as strong as I really am, always.
