Devastating The Obvious

• the last flight

  Posted: July 2, 2008, 12:26 pm by dobvious

  
  

  the first part is here

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  There is a poster at the regional head offices of the humanitarian helping giants that I cant seem shake off my head . There is a lovely face of an unnamed belle and his potential romeo facing each other . All seems well except their faces are pestered with the names of all the  people they have bedded . A huge blemish to which the normal human eye is totally blind , then the tag goes . If only our faces could speak ….

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  Mash has put out his cigar now . There is a visible protrusion on his fly that quickly attracts the attention of Ma’ Khadija . She moves over to check that there is no contact . He raises his hands and says - you can’t blame me . She laughs -  satisfied she retreats to her corner and motions for the girl to resume her dance as her watchful eye is quickly cast to the happenings on the other side . If there was any contact then we would have to pay more as it would be contradicting the terms of the package .

  We simply knew her as Ma ‘ Khadija ,her sultry voice that would leave the likes of the recent wannabe parades of pop divas miles away in a race did  little to convince you that she was six short of joining the octogenarian club .Were you to try and match her face to her age then again you would fall flat for wrinkles had never graced her face , legend has it that she uses a protein filled milky substance to fuel her youth . How she obtains it is beyond the scope her but sure a subject to be revisited .Ever since the childhood days when we had no idea why our fathers were ever quick to rush to her pub leaving the seven other SD Bars as they were called  by our mothers . Upon reaching the age of adolescence our curiosity  slowly revealed what was a best kept secret something which we are sure to pass to our offspring as well - seeing that in this current age there is hardly any legacy or thing of utmost importance that is bequeathed upon generations save for genetic anomalies and heart disease .

  As time wore out the village and its inhabitants , some of us grew old and married while others tried hands at landscaping the colonial houses to give the village a suburbia feel . Schools were left to degrade as there arose a massive exodus to educate children in academies - slowly they rotted into social halls  and then later to dispensaries funded by a kitty that was funded by the  additional taxes paid to hoodwink us that they ( the chameleons ) were actually working .

  However  Ma ‘ Khadija’s pub appeared to be the only thing that stood the test of time as it did then what it did now . Though not withstanding it has seen its fair share of change  and the recent one the reason why  we are here tonight . The Ethopians .

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  At times when the couch potato syndrome sets in the mind wanders . To a  magical place that rivals Carlton Cuse and JJ Abrams wonder island . A place where time stood still .Like the seven occurance . Here the first magic that captured Peggy and I at first sight still reigns supreme . There are wonderous echoes of the joyus moments and babysteps as we learn to walk and fall , talk and cook , love and lust  all at the same time . A freeze that is fuel to a hope that one day it will all end . There will be a morning soon where they would be no need for the stray jacket .

  Tonight its no different , her  chiselled figure transports me back to that place . To precision her deft moves guide my oggling eyes with her every move, a stare which after five minutes reads of obsession , you would think I am extracting some cosmic energies of her body  . Her charm has me on hooks you would think its a viper being willed upon by the flute of its care taker . The hawk eyes now move closer to see if there is any physical but to her dismay - we are here for what we pay for . She dances  and completes her visual seduction with an amazing leg split at the pole before moving over to Shu .Its then that I notice that  the protrusion that had formed has already started receding . No wonder the hawk flew by - I say to self

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  To the poster , and the opening of the what if pages . If this face was written slow eater , sleep talker , master procrastinater , etc etc . Would she have taken the leap . And if I could have read in hers would I ? . ..

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  Mash moves over with his cigars - care for some - he offers . I pick up one rather hesitantly . I bit off the end only to find a chocolate flavored tip that I don’t chew off - See he says - I tell you , this is the real stuff . I don’t argue with him this time . We blow circles in the air as we watch the three belles weave their magic on a now worn  out Shube . The boy has had enough - Mash says . I think its time we call it even - he says .

  I walk over to Ma’ Khadija who signals for her three imports to retreat - much to the dismay of Shu .  Its just before dawn - I say to him and we have a  schedule to beat - I have to go see that all is well with Peggy , then see the florist , not to mention that the best man needs to rid himself of  his Cuban mess . Alright alright he says as he stretches himself off the divan with his eyes still trailing the three . Moments before they disappear from sight , there is a loud knock .

  The ladies stick around - might be another client as Ma Khadija steps over the front door only to be greeted by the sight of three plain clothed policemen accompanied by a camera crew of the newscaster of choice .

  Is this the place - one officer asks . Yes it is .See there the pole of sin and over there the sinners themselves - as they point to the ladies .  The camera crew is all over the place in no time taking exclusive shots for this  exlusive expose - a sure hit to bring the numbers in .

  Ma ‘ Khadija is lost for words . She doesn’t argue - instead streches her hands out to the silver gleaming cuffs that within minutes brace our hands . Mash manages to say - we should have left earlier but Shu shuts him fast enough .

  As we are frogmarched onto the waiting vehicle our eyes catch the eyes of a man we know so well . In his elegance the master of unearthing the so call ills of the society - Mash reckons - Isnt that .. In the flesh - I say . His face registers regret as he tries to apologize but we march past . Shube says - Its all in a days work my man . Too bad he never followed the ideals of the Minister during his internship - Mash quips .

  The waiting truck has an officer kind enough to help us board . By the look of things its going to be a long night . Especially if we are to stick to our call  of shunning corruption . There will be a grand waiting at the cathedral - Shu says . Make sure you use your one call wisely - Mash tells him .  He goes on but his sound is drowned by the now moving vehicle . Sandwiched between the silky hairs of the two ladies I  let my mind wander again to that place before I wonder if all this is better than a night with my schizophrenic wife

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  from working piece - the last flight 2008

• gratitude

  Posted: July 2, 2008, 10:07 am by dobvious

  
  

  That it has been now 2 , the number of years this space has been in existence . An exception is called upon today as we welcome the use of hyperlinks .

  In the early days the  valiant efforts of the professional tooth extracting wizard and apostrophe cautious lady who now plys her trade where  pidgin English calls home  were mainly responsible for the birth of this blog.

  Also to the generous folk over at Kwani Trust for gracing pages 332 - 336 of their current release  with excerpts from the initial days .

  And to the readership . Though it has been documented that sprinters can never match the stamina of marathoners , it is a hope that one day - the momentum in the opening paragraphs will be sustained well past  the 768 word limit - burst over the four page barrier and  reach to that ever elusive 328 page novel .

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Fish cakes

Alas a fish cake.

Yet more fish cakes

Guess what ... yeah ... fish cakes.

The end of the fish cakes