(A Poet's Notebook)



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Post by Admin on Tue Jan 30, 2018 8:15 am


The world belongs to someone else and we are just buying some time and go on our way. If we want to live an immortal life, we should walk out of our mortal bodies. Those were the words of Miss Sophia Herman Tungi, a Suligy by tribe; twenty five years old, one hundred and seventy centimeters tall, a PhD Student from Jonathan Tafreg Memorial University. She died with her beauty and her library; the one and only learned daughter of a poor peasant Herman Tungi, a country man who sold everything including himself for his daughter to go to school. Now his dream has been summarized by Anita who shot his daughter Sophia to death. Poor man Tungi wept day and night, nobody asked why there was no dust in his compound during that dusty time of the year. The answer was obvious; he cried day and night and his tears showered the whole place.
     What happened to Anita Martin and where is she? Back then only a new born baby could ask such a question. Everybody in town and in the outskirts of Romata Metropolis knew that prison was her honey pot and all the police men in town were her ex-customers back then during the days she was working as a harlot in Port Anipi, the capital of Nopinia, the most luxurious city on Earth. Rumors have it that she even managed to milk the police commissioner in his office. What name people didn’t call her? She was a snake incarnate, a devil incarnate, a monster incarnate, a hyena incarnate and all the incarnate in the world. Back then even the sperms inside my scrotum cried in pain when I was making love to her because they knew that I was wasting them to that sex worker, that call girl, that tart, that pro, that moll, that tom, that renter, that hooker, that scarlet, that strumpet, that harlot, that trollop, that wench, that woman of ill repute, that member of the oldest profession.
     One day she told me that she is allergic to condoms and that she is a strong believer in natural procedures. I asked her a simple question; “do you think that my penis is a sugarcane?” she turned her back on me and left me there naked; the problem was my suggestion of using spoon while she hate steel on the table, we broke up! She worked with Natty Lumen Studio as the Marketing Director for two months before towering to the Managing Director of a prestigious Alexander Zubek & Wives Limited; a company that was very famous for its production of drones, domestic robots and test-tube babies.
     She was a distinguished computer programmer and a professional Saleswoman of her time. Many days passed, the last time I saw her face was on a television; she appeared on some breaking news on RBC (Romata Broadcasting Corporation), since then she is only living in memories. The spirit of Sophia kept on appearing to me in dreams and other days in real life. You know my chest is not a warehouse so I told one of my best friends this story. His name was William Little Feng, the man told me to go and confess all my sins in the church. I told him “thoughts well received”. My sister Natasha telephoned me that very day; she told me that she was due to visit Romata very early that morning, so I scheduled for her pickup from The Philip Kassorobo International Airport, around 10:30A.M she arrived from The Yellow Dove Island.
     So, I postponed all my timetables and escorted her to the State House; the Yellow House sent her as a special envoy; with her was my cousin Jesus Eduardo who was the Secretary of Defense. At that time the diplomatic relations between Romata Metropolis, Nopinia and The Yellow Dove Island were deteriorating and the possibility of the World War Three was evident. So peace at any price was declared a human right. Republic of Nopinia declared a state of emergency and all the armed forces led by General Zablon Papers were marching across the streets of Port Anipi and Senoburg preparing for any war in the near future.
     So, the other day I went to see a man of God, I met this self acclaimed Vice Jesus on Earth, His Lordship Prophet Alexander Sango, the Archbishop of Purity Church Worldwide. Such a man of celestial rank, his belly swollen by over consumption of the church finances, a man who blesses paper money and curses coin; was such a man to lay his filthy hands over my head? Before reaching the Pastor’s office, I diverged and went back home.
     That very day I didn’t sleep, the spirit of Sophia came, her breast was full of blood and she was standing like a tree at the left corner of the room, her face in a great melancholy. She mentioned my name in a very romantic tone, “Nicholas” “Hug me please”; you know in such a moment I thought it was merely a dream but actually it was real. They say that you cannot touch a spirit, but some spirits appears in human form and in human body. Sophia was very real. It was her, but how come a person dead and buried already come back to life? Is she a Zombie or a Vampire? In a twinkling of an eye, the whole room was as bright as paradise, the aroma was very pleasant, and the scent of Arabian deodorant cherished my nostrils. For sure when dead men tell no tales, dead women tell some stories. My pants and my pajamas were already down on the floor. My bed turned shiny as a heap of diamond on a floor of mirrors. Such a precious room only immortals would dare say no and live. We were as two hours old married couple, we made love that very night; what could I do, if she came all along from the grave to my bedroom; how could I refuse just an ordinary simple human being like me?, a man who have got no even a cupful of magic powers in me. How could I dare say no? My case was different from that of a crazy mortuary man, that one was rape, this one I don’t know how to call it; was she the one who raped me or what?
     Anyway, what happened is what happened, let’s forget about that. That night I felt very special, she treated me very handsomely. But when I woke up in the morning, Sophia was nowhere to be seen, I was just alone, just me and my nakedness; my lips very bitter as if I just finished eating a poison ivy. I was at the cemetery, on top of Sophia’s tombstone. I shouted like a mad bitch raped by a giant donkey from Jupiter, nobody responded even by an insult.
     I felt very bad, at that time I just wanted to see someone, I turned around only to see columns and rows of graves written on top of them “Newton Papers, born 1776 died 1961, Hon. Philip Kassorobo (MP), born 1500 died 1995” and many others. I shouted again, this time like a hungry Bush Baby. I was very surprised by the years on the tombstone of Honorable Kassorobo; I remembered his story, my grandma told me that he was the oldest mankind ever lived on Earth since the beginning of the middle ages of the old testament era. He was a very famous Champagne Politician, he lived a very wealthy and luxurious lifestyle, but he died like an orphan dog. He tricked people with stupid promises, he told them that he was a man chosen by God to save the poor from their misery, so the poor ignorant citizen voted for him, and in the end this stupid blind dog barked at them when people were crying for help.
     He was nothing but a political entrepreneur of his time, milking citizens like cows, banning other political parties and glorifying his one and only NPRD (National Party for Radical Development) There was no hospitals, no medical supplies, no clean water, no teachers, no tarmac roads, no schools, no shoes, no clothes, no food, no better housing, no justice, no equality, no democracy, no money and everything good for the common people was not there. Grandma said that it was the reign of “Vote for me and see you next term”, all the politicians lived in the capital Romata; there they got all the insurances even for their pets. Back then in the countryside, school children were sitting on stones and mad bricks. All the princes and princesses of the wealthy politicians studied abroad; many went to Upper Kansil University in Yellow Dove Island which produced Doctors, only few went to Jonathan Tafreg Memorial University in Ghost Island, a three millennia old institute that enrolled only top ranking brave handsomest and cutest students with very rare aptitudes on Earth. Tafreg produced wizards and witches of the first order. The Federal University of Nopinia in Port Anipi produced Engineers. Those of men like me went to a nearby Suligy Bush College which produced Teachers. In that college, you will find a very irrelevant lecturer lecturing a very irrelevant course to very irrelevant students in a very irrelevant environment.
     All that time I was struggling to get the hell out of cemetery, I just wanted to reach home without being seen because I was naked. It was in the morning, I hustled till evening to reach the main gate of the cemetery. Nobody showed up and so I showed up to nobody. I was very hungry, I wanted to dig even a grave and eat the bums of the dead inside, but I was not having even a hoe. Later in the evening I managed to walk out of the cemetery, I was still naked; my cock was swinging like mangoes on a mango tree during the windy season. I didn’t follow the highway because with those traffic lights, people could think that I’m a wizard or the spirit of Kassorobo hunting for more votes.
     From the cemetery to my yard was almost ten miles, when I got there, I saw many of them. They were my neighbors, the police and their sirens. Everyone was barking like dogs in heat period; they broke my wooden door thinking that I committed suicide inside my room. They said that they haven’t seen me coming out of the room for two weeks now since I got in. You know, to beat up good people that is violence, but to beat up scoundrels, that is justice. How can someone just watch over my ways and my life day and night? Don’t they have anything to do with their worthless life?
     Reaching near the compound, I robed a lady passing by and took her wrapper. The lady shouted as she was chasing me from the back yelling “give me back my wrapper you madman, you want to rape me? Can’t you see am naked? Give me back my wrapper you thief…” she was about to call the police, so I dropped her wrapper and roared “arrrrr!” “You girls of nowadays, why do you tie only a single wrapper in the streets? You want us to rape you in broad daylight? Is your Chicken brain under your armpit? Hey you mellow fellow, do you think that the police will come to help you when the spear of my forefathers will be tearing your dirty clitoris apart?” She collected her wrapper and left with her little buttocks counting one two, one two, one two… Reaching the house; dogs, cats and even chickens were mourning; but because I was naked, everybody ran away. Nobody remained there; even the police commissioner disappeared in the thin air. They thought I was either a ghost or a madman who wanted to rape all of them, they left me there and I rushed into the house to put on clothes; the house was empty.
     Let me tell you something about this life my friend, do not under no any circumstances underestimate the power of a common man, the power of a man who have got nothing to lose, the power of a man who gives no shit. This life has got no proper definition, so don’t just laugh at someone you don’t know where he is coming from or where he is going. But let me remind you again, don’t say I am confused with my house of broken hearts, no; am just worried that this might happen to you. These beautiful girls we meet on the way, some are just calamities, not every shape is worthy of love, some are just make-ups. Don’t say I am jealous of that sweetheart of yours. Sometime I keep on asking myself these little questions, what could have happened to the world if there could be no such things like love or emotions? And why did God decided to let such a powerful being like Satan to dwell among us in this little planet? Is God of nowadays on a vacation or he is just tired of us? Can’t we live without governments? Is it true that crimes are there because of the law or the law is there because of the criminals? Is poverty the curse from God or just the weaknesses of mankind?
     In this world, there are so many answers than the questions, the problem is that, we ask wrong questions to wrong people; but this is only because the right people are nowhere to be found, and this is why we end up getting the wrong answers. It’s just the garbage in, the garbage out. In this bright future, we must know people. The world is working with the connected ones, those papers counts no more.
     Remember, no boss in the world who enjoys paying salaries to his workers, so just don’t stay long in subordination. Create your own job, build your own office and be the boss of your own.
---“But grandpa we are still little kids, how can we create our own jobs? Is that not child labor that is against the law?” Asked the children,
---“The law doesn’t bring food on the table, it is there on the pages kept away from the reach of children, Jesus begun his mission when he was still a little boy; so was that not child labor? If you wait for the law to do everything for you, you will surely die thin like a toothpick, he who doesn’t work must not eat, remember?”
---Yeah Grandpa… (Applauded the children)
---The government has got no children, so do not consider yourselves the children of the government. You’re the mother and the father of your own, the government is your own brain, use it and you will rule the world.
---Thank you grandpa! The children added the logs on the fire and waited for their grandpa to proceed with the thrilling story. The grandpa continued...
     These days what makes man a man is not his manhood but his wallet and his face is the constitution of his own government, if someone do you wrong or tell you the naked truth you hate to hear, then your reaction will determine how stupid or wiser you are. If you want to know the other side of your friend, and then just do him wrong, you will hear how rotten you are inside him or her. But I’m not telling you to do your friend any wrong, just do him good for the time being. The spirit of vengeance is always from the other side. Just wait for the time because the time is always on time; and when time comes, light will be separated from darkness forever. Our friends are always our half enemies, we must be much classified.
     In those days when I went back home naked, terrible things happened; I was shocked the same way someone may be shocked after seeing the Devil reading the Holy Bible. I smashed the door and rushed inside quickly just like the penis of a rapist. There was nothing inside; I waved my right hand in front of my face, right-left, right-left, I was not dreaming; I was not sleeping either, I was very conscious. Many years passed as if they were really passing, but they were not; I stood there holding the frames of the messed-up door for about fifteen minutes which is about three days in modern mathematics. I was busy calculating the summation of emptiness, the tentacles of nothingness, that house was not empty at all. It was full of bizarreries; that house needed a professional mender of broken hearts, though some broken hearts never mend, but at least the heart of the living, not the dead.
     Entire room was very scary, distant sexy noises could be heard from one corner, as if there was a woman being screwed on the floor, I asked myself “how can a man satisfy the desires of the dead?, can it be possible that the spirit of Sophia is still hunting me?” at that moment I felt very strange; I trembled from the cranium down the toes, I felt her presence from my neurons. The taste of her lips reached my shivering tongue; as if I was leaking a sweet, there was something hissing like a snake inside my mouth, but it was very salivary and very smooth. My mouth just opened itself and this strange object was making me feel like I’m making love to someone I love the most.
     While still wondering what it was, someone was massaging my thighs and my back, I almost reached orgasm and she manifested herself in human form; it was her again. I knew it from the very beginning. She was seducing me with her tongue, she wanted me to leak it; I asked her “are you not dead? You want me to leak your tongue?” she replied; you have leaked it already, why now afraid to leak it again? What? I shouted, who are you? I asked because I was seeing a very old woman with very long hairs and legs of an Ass like the story of King Solomon and Queen Sheba of Kush on the floor of glass.
     About twenty minutes later she turned very young and very tender, she looked very gorgeous than ever before. She told me that if it was not because of Anita and her fury of dilapidation, everything could be just fine now. She told me to calm down. Where are we? I asked, don’t worry my dear, we are under the ocean, it’s much safer here than out there in your world. She replied; but it was just like an imagination.
     Can you take me back to my world? I asked, why? Don’t you like it here? Oh! You are hungry right? I’ll bring you my delicious dish sweetheart; she walked out. So I did calm down and waited for the dish. She brought four jars full of blood and a slice of human flesh. It tasted very salty, but as I continued to eat, I came to realize that there is nothing more delicious on Earth like the flesh of mankind. The blood was still hot, she told me that those were taken from the very recent accidents; they were still full of life, very sweet, very yummy!
     I waited for so long to see the sunlight, so long to hear the cock crowing, so long to feel thirsty again, so long to starve; all the time it was dark and it never seem to dawn. The keeper of the underworld, Lucifer himself was having a birthday party, so all the agents from every corner of the universe attended. I saw so many people; even the big boss was there, almost three quarter of the famous wealthy politicians from Romata and Yellow Dove Island were there. Businessmen and women, celebrities and the so called men of God, both of them were there; it was on Friday, the day of the goddess Frig. I tried so hard to get the hell out of there but I couldn’t see any door or window; I just moved from here to there without even reaching the walls. I cried and cried and cried; when I was tired, she came and asked me “if you go back to your world now, will you continue loving me” “Yes, yes, yes” are you sure? “Sure, sure, sure” I replied quickly. So she let me out and it was still dark. I found myself at the road junction.
     This time I was not naked, so I just followed the highway to my home; I met a certain harlot near the brothel, she knew me very well, I have seen her before with Anita, so she came over and hugged me… “Nicholas, where have you been? Anita came here about ten years ago looking for you, do you know what happened?” I don’t know, so tell me…“She died in a car accident last summer, but rumors have it that those found in a wreck were all men, so that means there is a possibility that she is alive”. What is the day today anyway? “Today is October 04, 1990”, “October what? Don’t tell me that I have been living under the ocean all these years?” What? She was surprised; I left her there and walked away.
     I went back to that very house, but this time it was not empty; everything was there. But for sure everything was strange, those days at the cemetery; I can remember that it was on Valentine’s Day, it was on Thursday, February 14, 2030. But again today is Thursday, October 04, 1990? What is wrong with the calendar? Is this life going backward? Am I in a time machine or what? Nobody responded to neither of my questions, I prepared my dinner and called it the day; I was very tired, I slept that night like a log, I even forgot to lock the door; it was terrible!
     Let me tell you something, it’s much better to go to bed knowing how you will begin the new day, don’t live as if there is no tomorrow; but consider every day to have dawned as your last. Do not be afraid of Death, if you think much of it, you won’t be able even to brush your teeth. Just live as if you are an immortal. Don’t think of Graves and Coffins.
     Grandpa you’re scaring us, we all know that death is the punishment from God for those who goes against his commands, now you’re telling us not to worry? Grandpa, grandpa tell us, why? Are we not gonna die? Asked the children in great melancholy; who told you that children are not dying? Just live a clean life and wait for your death. What about the judgment day? Only the dead can testify and answer that question. Go to sleep now huh? It’s too late, aren’t you afraid of the giant mosquitoes? But children insisted the story to be told. Tell us more; tell us more grandpa, tell us about what happened, and so an old man continued... 

Let me tell you one thing my grand children, everyone in this world is a thief, even you, and you, and you, and you. Tell me something if I may ask, is there anybody who came from the womb with something at hand? Apart from the cries for milk and when you want to poop or wee; with the exception of inherent abilities and divine aptitude granted by the gods themselves, is there anyone, son or daughter of either a woman or some sort of laboratory experiments, who can claim the ownership of anything under the sun? Whether you keep quiet or no, the answer is NO ONE.
     We are all thieves; even the government itself is also doing the same business, stealing, either from the nature, or from the citizens. It’s just a matter of names, this one a tax, and this one a bride price; that one a tithe and the other one a bill, so many names but the same thing; this one a tax collector, that one a preacher, this one an in-law, the other one Mr. Blaa Blaa. If you’re not a thief, then you’re in the wrong venue, a loser!
     Many days passed as those horrible memories perished, to find Anita was the only mission in my head; so one morning I woke up from that lonely house, the house that chased away my guests; I was alone and the only friend of mine was a man on the radio.
     That early morning I woke up from my rags and my intuition told me to go to a witch doctor to find Anita. I knew the ways of the witch doctor and how they do their things; I brushed my forty teeth and took shower, then I prepared my breakfast. On the table there was a plate full of Mesopotamian worms, a bowl of Nubian cockroaches and a glass of Hippo’s milk from Hiddekel. That was my favorite dish, so I really enjoyed; it was yummy. When I finished, I closed the windows and shut the door; as I was leaving the house, reaching outside the gate, I saw someone with a very unusual stature; a man with a round face like an ancient Ethiopian Chapatti, a very big nose like an old pumpkin from the Great Zimbabwe, big jaws like those of King Kong, very old like the ruins of Mohenjo-Daro, an irregular head like sweet potatoes from Deutsch-Ostafrika, but short like the Mbuti of Zaire. I asked for his identity; hey tall boy, what are you? Lost Tourist? What is your name? “Atido”, my name is Atido Tungi, the younger brother of Sophia Herman Tungi. What? What have you just said? Don’t tell me that you’re my in-law, are you? “Yes, I am” the tall boy replied. Oh! If you may excuse me, I was just on my way to the shrine, I hope you won’t mind if you join me; he agreed and we left the civilization.
     On our way the tall boy asked me so many questions, every three paces, he stopped and asked a question till we were about to reach the shrine. When we reached there, the tall boy was nowhere to be seen, he disappeared. I was very shocked, I almost fainted; I decided to return home, I just forgot about seeing the witch doctor and told myself to find a very powerful Pastor to come and anoint my house and cast out all the magic spells and demons. On Thursday morning of February 14, 2002; a man of God visited my house, this one was Pastor Richard Ganji of Devotion Ministries International, and he came with his wife Mrs. Maria Latina. The couple prayed for about half an hour and the house disappeared. They told me that it was never there; they said that when they reached there, what they saw was the belly of the beast. So this time that my house is gone, where am I going to live? I asked them; my son, don’t you worry, Jesus is your new home, and you’re welcome.
     They left me there with a very welcoming note, “if you’re done with the goodbyes, come to the church, your Valentine awaits”.  It took me hours to try forgetting the names of my history makers, names like Sophia and Anita. I even blamed myself for inviting that Pastor and his wife; maybe they envied my house and so they tricked me with their magic and stole my house. I decided to look for another powerful man of God; so I wondered the whole Romata. I even went back to the brothel and coincidentally I met Anita there. She was very sick, I took her to the nearby dispensary and she died there from Falciparum Malaria. For sure life in Romata was very tough at the time; many citizens emigrated from that armpit of the Planet to the Republic of Nopinia where life was very expensive but at least affordable especially in some places like Winners Island and Senoburg. To live in the capital Port Anipi was almost impossible to the lower class. Many went to Yellow Dove Island, I decided to go to Port Anipi because my friend Professor Nguru was also living there, somebody told me to go to Yellow Dove but I really wanted to enjoy the beauty of Nopinia; the beaches, women, night clubs and national parks all in the capital.
     My boyhood friend President David Coin was in power, so Nopinia was a perfect place for me. Life in Romata remained a history; such a wicked nation was only suitable for corrupt politicians like Kassorobo and men of God like Sango and Ganji. I left the country for good that summer, it was much better because everything turned to be a thorn in the flesh. Living in such a house of broken hearts was not good for me. As I was leaving, my long time friend Nzaly Kasisi telephoned me, he was also moving to Nopinia, he came with his Hammer, so we travelled together.
     The shades of darkness were getting closer, and birds of prey were coming out from their nests; the ugly face of an Eagle Owl scared other birds, the sky turned red as the Sun was hurrying to hide, another phase of the day was spreading its tentacles as the darkness was knocking at the western gates of the heaven. We were running out of gas and there was no any fuelling station in the vicinity. We were in the middle of the jungle; we packed the car amid the road in order to lesser the danger of getting bitten by the mythical winged snakes.
     My Grandma told me that once upon a time there was a tribe, they lived in the jungle, they worshiped winged snakes and they sacrificed virgin girls, twins and Albinos for the reptiles in order to please them. The rituals went hand in hand with the ‘Gadubadu’, this was the initiation ceremony where a barren woman was brought to a village square and then raped to death by all uncircumcised men who were then getting circumcised during the funeral of the barren woman. In order to become a full member of the tribe, men were required to steal from the nearby villages, kidnap fifty children each week, rape ten women each day and kill a hundred lions each month for good two years. The tribe came to be known as “the tribe of the thieves” due to their routine robbery and accumulation of wealth, the tradition that was passed from one generation to the next through deoxyribonucleic acid.
     During the colonial invasion of Rolmaghata, the native name for the modern Romata, the colonial Police force killed the Chief of the tribe after his refusal to surrender the village to the colonialists. His private soldiers were said to invade the city during the night and kidnapped the Governor; in the morning all the police were naked and tied at the town square, all women and children were forced to flog them to death and their corpses were thrown into a lion’s den.
     Back then Romata was not a place to colonize; the Suligy Militia was very active and strong, they used threats and coercion when peace talks failed and sometimes they used magic when democracy failed and they were ready to die for their country rather than surrendering to an invading army. They maintained their strength for centuries until they were ruined from within by the puppets. Many were captured and hanged to death during the second colonial invasion of Rolmaghata. Some were roasted and served as lunch to Missionaries while others were taken as slaves to work in the plantations and mines in Ghost Island.
     Few of them escaped and turned back to the jungle, some into the caves and others disappeared to nowhere. The colonial government changed the country from Rolmaghata (the Land of Winged Snakes) to Romata (Rule of Masters and the Abactors), the colonial motto which meant Slavery and Theft. The Governor was lost forever, his body was never found; some said that the Militia used his head to please the reptiles, his hind and fore limbs for firewood and the rest for the god of vengeance (Tamaroo) to avenge the death of their Chief. Grandma also told me that during the Gadubadu virgin girls prepared to be sacrificed were forced to sing the goodbye song which left the audience in tears. Before they were into the bellies of the Mega Snakes, the girls sang this song of great sadness...

Will you be pleased, if you swallow me?
Are you not so big to feed on me?
I’m just a little, take a look at me
O mighty winged; have mercy on me

If no other choice, so take me now
Come and rejoice, my humble vow
Don’t dry my voice, so let me bow
O mighty winged; have mercy on me

After the song, the winged snakes appeared and swallowed them all, and then they disappeared and waited till the next year to reappear. Years passed and then in the end, men started sleeping with their daughters and some even impregnated them only to save them from the snakes. Rolmaghata was a Hell on Earth Country by then. Sometimes the people thanked the colonialists for eradicating those wicked filthy cultural practices; but the new God from Europe only favored the Europeans and their fellow White men from Asia and America.
     My Grandma told me so many stories about the history of this country, the nature of mankind and how this world came into existence. But my friend was already afraid of the winged snakes, so he told me never to continue narrating to him again. It was already late, despite of tinted windows; we saw giant mosquitoes flying over and above the Hammer. They were the ones that cause Yellow fever, Malaria and Dengue. That meant to get out of the car was fetching one’s own death. The jungle was scary, very scary. We were worried about our lives and our car, the story of the winged snakes and the tribe of the thieves made it even scarier than before. After seven minutes of absolute silence, I heard something from the distance; it was the voice of a man calling from the wilderness, my friend was asleep already, I woke him up, a hyena laughed, then an Owl, then followed by footsteps of a very tall, dreaded men; walking like Zombies, we knew we were dead already. They came near the car, the way they dressed; I came to realize that they were the members of the tribe that lived in the jungle. I thought they wanted to rob us, but instead they watched us the whole night, they even gave us some roasted bush meat and cassava for dinner. They were fifteen men, eight women and four little babies. The dawn of the new day, Militiamen and their families were still there, they laid their children down the road and covered them with Banana leaves, men and women were standing near the car watching us.
     We walked out of the car and told them that we were out of gas, they agreed to push the car to Nopinia but with a single favor, that we put their children in the car, we agreed and they started pushing it. They told us that they too were moving to Nopinia because the forest was getting deforested everyday by the machines from the paper mills owned by some higher government officials.
     They have tried to plant new trees only to see them destroyed by the herd of cattle from the ranch owned by the Minister of Agriculture. Then they decided to move into the caves but the winged snakes chased them. At last they came back to the jungle which was almost getting cleared; from there they saw thousands of people immigrating to Nopinia during the day because they were afraid of the dark. They decided to move to Nopinia but not during the day because nobody believed that they still existed.
     They lost the franchise since the second colonial invasion, so the government never bothered to care for them even after the independent day. The government only cared for those who promised to vote for them and this was only during the campaign; after that the chapter was closed only to be opened the next election. Back then in Romata, the term democracy meant “the government of the thieves, by the thieves and for the thieves”,so the tribe expanded although they never realized that. The forgotten tribe ruled the country for centuries and they are still in power but they have forgotten their brothers back in the jungle.
     A goat is a goat even if mothered by a cow, I asked them; why don’t you go to the capital and join your brothers? They will be very pleased. “Do you think that we will master the modern theft?” one of them asked. The only people who never fail are those who never try, I told them. So they left us there, they took with them their children and their foolishness, they left.
     I asked myself this question, if all the citizens will move to Nopinia, then what is the meaning of being a leader if there is no one to lead? Is there any government on Earth without the people? Because the country is dead already if it doesn’t care for the lives of its own people; but the stupid tribe thought that the government is really their brother, O poor idiots, they were sleeping when Renaissance came to enlighten them. They always leave their brain at home and head out for the battle. They carried their holey gaberlunzie and disappeared. We were alone again; for sure the journey to Nopinia was just like that of a Sinner trying to get into the gates of New Jerusalem. Many obstacles along the way; I told my friend to leave the car there and take a long walk to the Promised Land. He refused because he loved his Hammer so much; he told me to go and look for gas in Nopinia and then come back.
     So I left him there because even our cell phones were out of airtime so we couldn’t have called anybody or texted anyone. He remained there standing with his arms akimbo; such a pity moment to abandon a friend in the middle of the jungle. After two miles walk, I came to the scene of the deadly car accident; a Lorry and a Toyota Land Cruiser. Nobody survived the accident but the vehicles didn’t explode; I just unloaded about twenty liters of gas and left the corpses of the drivers to be eaten by the members of the Accipitridae family.
     My friend Kasisi was very happy to see me, but he was much happier to see the gas; so we fuelled our Hammer and drove off the cursed jungle, we arrived in Port Anipi very late in the evening, such a heavenly city, lights everywhere, high class lodges and lounges, smart women with bigger bums edible for human use. That was the most expensive city on Earth; the cost of a cup of tea in a hotel was equal to the annual budget for three ministries in the Republic of Romata.
     We parked our Hammer in front of Emperor Haile Selassie Hotel; we lodged a double room and ordered a big meal for dinner, after that; we headed to the Big Day Music Hall, WOW! Sometimes life is very good if you keep seeing beautiful things all the time, and the best of it is only if you will have them for life. The rhythm of romantic melodies accompanied with the bedroom lyrics... I really enjoyed the artistic composition of the verses as I was dancing with Yolanda, a girl on the dancing floor, a girl I was about to milk, very yummy she was...very appetizing. The Disc Jockey knew exactly what I wanted, the old school… Not knowing the historical background of her previous affairs, being ignorant of the fact that she is the “Killer Girl”, I concentrated only on the lyrics of the man on the radio, as the DJ noticed that a rib was holding my waist, his fingers pushed the volume button…
     We left the music hall and went back to the Hotel, it was already in the midnight but Port Anipi was as bright as the Morning Star. I was very sleepy, I forgot even to take Yolanda with me; I went to the bathroom to take shower and I slept there. When I woke up in the morning, I found myself in a little Shanty Town called San Python, the way it smelled like raw adult human shit; I came to the conclusion that it was the Armpit of the World. I never knew how I got there, but I just remembered that I was sleeping in the bathroom and it was in a very luxurious hotel and that’s all. It was in the morning, it was in the evening, it was day one.
     I slept in one of the classrooms in the nearby school. When it dawned, I walked around and headed to one of the apartments in the nearby, a certain woman came out and barked at me; who the heck are you motherfucker? Are you a new teacher or a new student? I looked at her, her big breasts hanging like magic mangoes on a mango tree, huge like magic Caribbean Papaya; her face black like the buttocks of Satan, I wondered the sperms that fertilized her mother’s ovum, what a waste.
     As she was still showing me how she can get use of her worthless trumpet, a certain short man came out from that same house; he introduced himself as the Principal and asked me to spare his mad wife. The man welcomed me to his house, he told me never to mention what happened to anybody even at the gun point and I promised never to utter even a single word. I asked about the name of the school and he said; the people called it San Python School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but its official name was Saint Peter’s College of Cultural Heritage.
     In that town, everyone was either a Witch or a Wizard, so Mr. Principal asked me to go to New Bridge Street; there I could find some rooms for rent and some cheap women. So I left the compounds of the college and went to New Bridge, it was still very early in the morning; the place was really the Toilet of the Earth. A long walk, through an ugly path, very ugly more than the word ugly itself.
     I was almost there, so I slowed my speed, just like what happens in the movie, I was walking in slow motion, but suddenly I met a woman, a mad woman, she was naked and some stings of rotten menstrual blood covered the whole atmosphere. Just like someone forwarding a compact disc, I ran like Jamaican Bolt. The mad woman seeing so, she joined me, without knowing that I was already in the frontline, racing in an Olympic Marathon at the time, I disappeared into the thin air, just like a ghost, pyaaa! I was nowhere to be seen.

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