Short Story-First Fight

Title: First Fight-

I couldn’t unzip the stupid gown.

My pride would never let me ask him to help me, i stand in front of my closet for a few minutes.

Then I turn towards him.

He's sitting on the couch, taking off his shoes.

His stupid face looking all smug.

I walk over to him and turn my back to him, praying he doesn’t let me ask him.

He stands up and inches the zipper down, just enough to let me unzip it completely, I walk away, back to the opposite side of the room.

Fuck him if he thinks I'd say something first.

My back turned against him, I let my ridiculous gown fall on a pool at my feet.

I hear rustling sounds behind me, I know he's taking off his shirt, I hear buckle noise, I know his pants are next, the room is so silent I hear his briefs fall. Without turning to look at him I know he picked his pants and shirt and drop them in a corner, I know he'd walk to the shower next.

I'm still in front if my closet, half naked willing myself not to turn and look at the completely naked man in the room with me.

I hear the shower turn off, I quickly try to act busy, he mustn't know ive been out hear listening to him bathe, he mustn't know how badly I wished I was in there with him. I hear him step out, I know that stupid towel is hanging on his waist, I hear it fall, I hear him Pull his joggers on, I can almost guess the ones he selected.

I hear him start to move.

I'm praying, wishing, wanting , needing him to walk towards me and hold me and tell me he's sorry for being a jack ass.

He disappoints me, I hear him open the bedroom door and with a quite thud he was gone, leaving me all alone in this stupid bedroom.

All showered and dressed in his big old tee.

I'm laying in bed, waiting for him, maybe he'd apologise now.

He's such a gentle man, I know he would.

10...11..11:30

I dont see or hear him.

I'm tempted to go look for him,

Pride won't let me move.

11:45

Pride won't warm me at night.

Pride won't fuck my brains out

I throw the duvet and get out of bed.

Marching to the sitting room, I see he isn't there,

He's not in the kitchen either.

I panic a bit.

He couldn't have gone out without me knowing right?

I tear the door of the guest room open and see him lying there.

He turns to look at me.

"seriously?"

I blurt out.

He's just lying there looking at me, like he can see through me.

It's looks like he's been asleep for the past 2 hours.

I walk out of the room and bang the door shut, expecting him to come after me.

When I didn't hear any movement from within, I force the door open again and see him sitting on the edge of the bed,

Maybe I should have waited a bit.

I have the sudden urge to throw something at him so that smug look would disappear from his face.

"what?"

He whispers.

This infuriates me.

How dare he, why is he acting all cool when he knows he pissed me off? Why the fuck was he sleeping while I stayed up waiting for him?

My psychotic inner man is enraged.

I leave the room making sure I banged the door so hard the house rattled.

Oh the silent treatment is still on, Amma show him...

This time he follows.

"You're driving me crazy... "

He's saying and he's calling my name, I ignore him.

Let him go mad.

He follows me to our bed room, I turn to bang the door shut on his face but he's quicker, he holds it open and comes in.

I'm trying to maintain composure. Trying so hard not to slap the shit out of his face.

"I just wanted to say good night"

I end up saying, about to climb into bed. He holds my hand and pulls me forward, away from the bed, towards his arms, I struggle for him to release me,

Now im really angry, angry I stood up to look for him in the first place, angry because right now I didn't even care if he annoyed me, I just wanted us to go to bed, angry because I just wanted to cry.

He was sleeping, he was fucking sleeping, I laid in bed and pined after him, while stupid face was sleeping.

"please let go of me"

I managed to ground out Between clenched teeth.

I'm struggling against him, I realise he's stronger and he's only going to

Tighten his grip if I keep resisting but I keep pushing him.

He doesn't want to hurt me, he just wants me to calm down, but God forbid I do what he wants.

Then…

"I'm sorry"

He says.

FUCK your im sorry I think.

I keep struggling.

"im sorry"

He keeps saying.

I'm weakening

"I'm stupid, im a jerk and im sorry"

Getting warmer.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry.. I'm sorry."

He says slowly and slowly till I can barely hear it and my body is limp against his, I'm holding him back now.

Involuntarily against my psychotic inner mans desire.

I whisper it back, just longing for this stupid fight to be over.

He takes my face in his hands and we just stand there, looking at each other. His face doesn't look stupid to me anymore, no, my man looks good.

"im sorry"

He says for the last time and I nod.

he smiles and I smile back.

Well if he isn't going to make the first move I will, i say to myself, so I tilt my head upwards and his lips meet mine half way.

This isn't a gentle kiss.

This is hard and raw

It carries all the frustration I've felt all day

In this kiss, I feel him claiming me

In this kiss, I feel him whispering his apologises

In this one kiss, I feel myself submitting

All our pent up emotions unravelled with this one kiss,

Our hands moved too fast, the little clothing we had on were quickly discarded.

I noticed I guessed right, he has that joggers on.

I

Have

Been

Waiting

For

This

All

Day!

I needed no coaxing, no foreplay, none of that shit, I was ready.

I was hot and ready.

He paused suddenly, leaving me panting.

"you know it's possible you broke the door right?"

First Fight-A rebuttal

“She had better be careful with the way she’s tugging at the zipper on that  gown” , I thought to myself after I heard a bizarre thud.She was in such a hurry to get out of it ,you’d think that it was virtually making her skin crawl.

Another tug and I began to sense that she was indeed trying to rip it from her body just as she wanted to get out of the cocktail party we’d abruptly left over a prolonged spat about my insistence that she won’t be having any alcohol tonight.I pause for a moment as I drop the car keys on a stool and slowly slouch onto the couch,from this position I can’t see what she’s doing anymore and temporarily something else catches my attention. I have a clear view through the balcony window of the security lights on the gate posts and I can see one of them is dead. I take a mental note to change it in the morning before setting out .Without looking in the direction of the closet and to my relief I can sense the tugging and pulling have stopped, she’s probably managed to get the dress off without needing my help .

I bend down to unlace my shoes and all at once I hear the rasping of the dress again and as I look up I see her inching her back towards me in a gesture suggesting she’s peeved at my being the only person with a solution to her dilemma. I take my cue, what is required should be clear enough to me without any words being said. I take one look at her svelte figure in that dress. God this girl is a knock out , a head strong one at that,  but still a knock out. I had just drawn the zipper down till it was just above the north of her backside when she starts to walk away, allowing gravity do the rest of the work, she steps out of the dress leaving it in a heap by the side of the bed. I can’t help but take a peek at her near naked body and wish this impasse didn’t exist so I could pin her right there on the closet door and mount that mound from behind. Not tonight I guess, so I better take a cold shower  and get to bed since it’s obvious she’s not willing to be a big girl about the earlier intransigence.

As I step out of my briefs I take my semi erect member in my hands and quickly dash into the shower, it would have been a tad too humiliating for her to swing round and discover the state of my capitulation-all seven inches of it. With the near ice cold water cascading on my back I knead my pecker to a reasonable size suppressing any ideas for some action later.

I step out of the shower and air dry for a bit, in peace times she’d be stepping out after me and depending on how intense it had been in the shower, prodding me to get into the bedroom for a sequel to whatever she’d experienced in the shower. Yes this girl could be rabidly insatiable and I learned quickly that for her it was a marathon and not a sprint, and depending on how much alcohol was in her system, on a good day this went on all night long. I had to be on the golf course for nine my company’s biggest contract for the year depended on my being lucid tomorrow morning.Which is why it suddenly occurred to me standing naked in the bathroom that this was her way of testing my resolve. I mean for pits sake what’s all this drama for? I made a judgement call about us not drinking tonight, is that really worth getting into a lovers quarrel? While mentally deciding which sleep clothes to grab, I suddenly decide that I can’t deal with this right now. I’ll just catch a late night show and come back to bed when she’s asleep.

I flip through the channels for about twenty odd minuets trying to find something interesting to watch,I’m a bit annoyed as it seems someone has re-programmed my favorites list,ah yes, I stumble on a wildlife safari documentary about the Serengeti and get comfy to watch. I find myself wanting to watch this with her,l mean what-the-hell I feel kind of sorry for her being upset and alone in the bedroom. In between scenes I check to see if she’s standing by the bedroom door sulking like the big baby she can be waiting for me to notice and come over with a gesture of reconciliation. As the hour passes I begin to drift into sleep. Half awake and finally giving up on watching anymore television I make a beeline for the bedroom and then I remember to do a quick check round the house just to see if everything is as it should be.

 I switch on the lights in the guest room and immediately I see the window is open, as I make my way to close it I notice a GQ Magazine lying behind the bed head. I pick it up more out of instinct than curiosity. I see some article on the benefits of polyamorous relationships and the famous people currently in one. "So threesomes have finally become a relationship  status, y’ll need Jesus".I sit down on the bed just to finish the article and perhaps get some pointers for the next time I meet the fellas for drinks. It begins to feel like it’ll be more comfortable lying down to read this stuff, so I take a reclining position with my elbows propping me up in about six or seven minutes I go out like a light asleep on the bed in the guest room.

It was the squeakiness of the door turning on it’s hinge that brought me out of sleep but it was the sudden realization that I had slept off in the guest room that woke me and then I heard her angry breathing as I turned towards the door, “seriously?”  She said it like it was half a question and half a painful admission of defeat and all I could do was stare at her Venus shaped body in my old tee shirt. I panicked for a minute seeing the red hot anger in her eyes as she bolted out of the room and banged the door behind her I could feel the rush of the breeze hit my face like a mini tsunami. I quickly prop up and sat up on the edge of the bed, scanning the mattress for a sign of my mobile phone, which I suddenly realize I had not set my eyes on for a bit that night. I’m about to get up when the door is flung open again and I see her pristine face devoid of anything cosmetic and for a second I’m reminded of why this girl turns me on so much.Standing by the door glaring at me with anger for a second I sense she’s in need of something.”What?” I ask barely audible in my semi-somnolence state and with what looks like a call to arms she gives me one more glaring look and bangs the door so hard I fear the ceiling would cave in.

"Nina!! stop, wait now….you’re driving me crazy"…I dash to follow her, this craziness has gone on long enough tonight I'm going to have to just end this. She ignores me and heads into the bedroom, i increase my pace and catch up with her and I am wise to do so because as she turns to take another look at me before slamming the bedroom door in my face I see it for the first time tonight, my baby’s eyes, I’ve been mistaken all along, this isn’t fiery anger or blood thirsty rage, this is a longing, a frustrated longing for the one thing she’s needed this whole time, me by her side tonight, just me nothing else. “I just want to say goodnight”, even I can hear her heart breaking at the very thought that I left her all alone in our bedroom, without so much as a good night kiss. I try to  hold her, to assure her, to caress her, understandably she rebuffs my efforts with determined gesticulations, but I’m persistent and almost demonically relentless to take her in my arms. It is slow, and she’s stubborn in her resistance but eventually I feel the first signs of a weakening resolve. Amid the tears trickling down and the disbelief in her eyes at my treachery this evening she blurts out, “please let me go” and I reply “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry”. I make more efforts to bring her head towards my chest and she pushes back, “I’m sorry, this was wrong of me, I’m sorry, I’m stupid, I’m a jerk and I’m sorry, please baby”.

Eventually my redoubtable stance pays off and I feel her arms encircle my waist and as she begins to soften in my arms I keep whispering 'I’m sorry” and like a slow sounding whisper I hear her too echoing my apologies,”I’m sorry too babe”. I place her cheeks in my palms so I can drink in her celestial face, "oh my beautiful Calypso see how beautiful you are tonight”. Our bodies make the final statement of mutual capitulation  as she stretches towards me we both meet each other with a kiss that first starts off soft and civil and evolves into wild and ravenous search for each others pleasure. Our tongues intermingle in a wild tango and for a split second I feel her heave into my torso with a gesture suggesting that I take her quickly and wildly. In a split second she grabs my joggers, as I toss my t-shirt to the ground,something in her eyes approve of it and she dips her hand to grab a hold my enlarged and protruding dick. I feel a tinge of excited exhilaration at the feel of her hand about to guide me into that world of dripping wetness of infinite goodness and pleasure.

I take one good look at her and I can’t help myself as I say,” you know it’s possible you broke the door right?"

"This Night"
Black Lab-dedicated to the Lion Cecil of Zimbabwe.....Magnificent beast

There are things,
I have done.
There's a place,
I have gone.
There's a beast,
And I let it run.
Now it's runnin' my way.

There are things,
I regret.
That you can't forgive.
You can't forget.
There's a gift,
That you sent.
You sent it my way.

So, take this night.
Wrap it around me like a sheet.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I need a place to sleep.
So, take this night.
Lay me down on the street.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I hope that I'll be given
Some peace.

There's a game,
That I played.
There are rules,
I had to break.
There's mistakes,
That are made.
But I made 'em my way.

So, take this night.
Wrap it around me like a sheet.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I need a place to sleep.
So, take this night.
Lay me down on the street.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I hope that I'll be given
Some peace.

Some peace.

Some peace.

The Generation That Refuses To Ask Why.....

"But now we have acquired our rightful status, and I feel sure that history will show that the building of our nation proceeded at the wisest pace: it has been thorough, and Nigeria now stands well- built upon firm foundations." Sir Abubakar Tafawa Balewa's speech delivered at Tafawa Balewa Square in Lagos at the Independence Ceremony 1st October 1960.

The import of these words from the man -who would lose his life five years and three months later-who spoke those gallant words cannot but underscore how enraptured the pre-independence generation were at the birthing of a new country. A country of unique diversity and yet with a deliberately overlooked oneness, such as you would notice amongst siblings sired from different wombs.

The words being spoken now in the same country make for a plethora of questions as to the true sturdiness of the foundations Sir Abubakar alluded to in that October 1^st 1960 speech of his. I dare say, that just as one generation was obsessed with the ideas of building a nation fortified by it’s unique strength in adversity in face of  a rising morning sun that was the emerging Africa of the 1960s another generations finds itself in a cocoon of misdirected energy with an ethereal proclivity for self-destruction. 

Cheaper ways to live and save.: Buy This, Not That. Frugal Budget Living

Cheaper ways to live and save.: Buy This, Not That. Frugal Budget Living: On a frugal budget we all have to live without a lot of the things that we thought we needed some much. In some cases we know some things...

We must be crazy to think they are crazy

"When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense
There's only one voice that comes to your defense
The jury's out and your eyes search the room
And one friendly face is all you need to see
If there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it, but it's probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say it, but it's probably me"

A few days a go I came across a mentally challenged person. At least challenged from this side of sanity.
For all I know she probably thinks we all are raving mad.And can't understand why we all kept on staring  at her and her baby as they rummaged through the rubbish piled up on the side of the main road.Hmm, garbage piled up by the side of the road in the very heart of the business district,cannot be the act of sane and mentally agile people or can it?

If our brothers and sisters who have-kolloed- came from a sane society, they wouldn't end up walking distances all around our city.I mean some world records may have been broken by these folks for long distance walking. So you cannot but ask yourself, who really is crazy? Us or them? They've liberated themselves from every care except to sleep,eat, wake up and occasionally indulge their basic instincts.Who cares if they have to get breakfast from your garbage;heck it's totally free.Besides a few days ago-Friday the 8th to be precise- I saw on travel channel  this group that goes around New York City picking garbage and actually eating what they salvage.So what the heck....?

We are what we are,someone ought to take better care of these our liberated ones, because as it is we are doing no better than they are in this dog-eat-dog society of ours. Or better still we hand control over to them.

Hello World!!

Funny, but at this time I'm excited to write this -in a scary kinda way-but I'm also a bit nonchalant at the same time as to the ability of this blog to create any impact out there.
This is turning out to be gibberish but frankly, I couldn't careless.This is umezosphere, my own section of the world where all that truly defines and belongs to me,is expressed without any need to please to satisfy or gratify or glorify anyone else..!!

So love it or loathe it....
I don't think I really care..
Anyways..Hello again world.