mr man and miss preety

5th May 2010


You will have a piece of me when the maggots have had my flesh to their fill.

Harsh words to bid farewell. I wondered, I wondered even more on how they managed to smile at each other after such words.
I did not halt pondering on how People could make rudeness and brutality so cool. She had met him in a bar, she was looking her best, new hairstyle, new clothes, and new fragrance and loud make up. She paid for only two drinks but how she was stupid drank only the waitress serving her could define. A little while and someone were behind moving in a motion best defined as dancing. Another while later a sweaty her could be heard chuckling occasionally letting out a scream of sort which in this case was laughter and a loud "stop! My ribs"

It seemed to be a supper good night for a lady who had accompanied her purse to the bar.
She had friends and her sister around but she felt nothing but sleep around them so she opted to
Have it with her purse.

The guy was ready to leave but little Miss pretty did not even know the meaning of leaving.
Was she too drunk? Would she get home safe? By herself? This must have been some of the questions running through Mr. Man and on that note her sister had shown up angry at her boyfriend and the usual drunk people hormones acting up. Oh, you have company was the look on her face on seeing Mr. Man next to her. Hey, she is my sister was her greetings amidst chuckles and pushing of strings of hair back. She wasn’t going to let madam sister to come and snatch away her catch or angel as her mind recorded after shots of tequila madam siz was ready to go and Mr. Angel was already whispering to her asking where they lived, if they had car and if they would mind being dropped home.

Madam siz was hearing all this and quickly jumped on to say they were ok. Mr. Man was a gentleman enough and let them have it and the final handshake was accompanied by something ...eh, it was paper, dang! It was just a card not money. Not that she needed it but who minds it. days went by, months and as she was keeping busy in traffic emptying her bag which was a mobile house in all senses she saw a card with name that rang a bell but no face came to mind after some hard brainstorming sessions a smile broad enough to signal "I won a jackpot" was gracing her face. the next thing she was outside her gate on phone The guy then gave the very heart warming "ohohh, i remember". The conversation progressed on to a date being set up.

On a random afternoon her phone rang and by the way she was suddenly in front of her closer picking out an outfit. It was a lunch date. He picked her up and off they were to one of her favorite restaurant in town. After drowning a meal spiced with countless complimentary words and occasional tapping of the lap or holding of the hand. it was a nice date at least she could say of the meal but her mind was definitely rolling, arguing if he were the age he looked to be, how he looked minus his spectacles ,in brief he was a guy who made her fidget countless times .

Their parting signified the setting of another date soon after. walking away after the date was easy but showing up for the next made her legs feel a bit numb .one thing was for sure she wasn’t going to meet him in any place where her friends or anyone she knew might be at. He called a little while later and you can only imagine her shock when Mr. Man sent money so she would buy airtime as she was too quiet. A thank you text followed later. Thank you as simple as she could put it was all she could afford at that time. This gesture of altruism happened severally but all sends, had a very thoughtful message to it. She never asked even once but this once she was in a fix as she would call situations she couldn’t denote solutions to, she wrote him a straightforward message with the promise to refund and she hadn’t even received a delivery message he had sent already...

As she withdrew the money, his money, she was shacking worse than a leaf on a stormy night. She wondered how much of this she could take and was she now a "miner" also known as gold digger. She was a pro at taking risks but this one she was willing to stay out but then again she wasn’t willing to lose out on this very rare opportunity I mean manner from heaven doesn’t fall everyday she would be heard saying. Well, at least she remembered something from her Sunday school classes.

Many a times she felt that she was sinking to be the girl she always judged the girl from university who had everything sorted but no one knew how ,the one girl who seemed to spend more than her father and mother salaries combined. But she had no idea what next. Refuse and loose or accept and degrade.

She however was growing everyday from a girl who followed paths and ways long structured to a girl who could research, argue and decide on issue all by her self. She was decision no longer decision taker she was the decision maker. Her ways were now justified by how her mind and heart felt. She dedicated every decision to a feeling to an emotion and even this predicament or blessing she had she was going to liberally decide if she would take in or throw out. She was the talkative type never letting emotions be secrets but she had this one thing this one story that she wasn’t willing to share. He was a story, a full documentary script. She wanted him to be her dirty little secret yet again he was a big secret.

She had learnt how to leave everything she couldn’t handle to Mr. Man he always come through. She had however never pulled a fast one on him that cost him a fortune or made a hole in his pocket instead she had learnt the art of cost cutting by saving and letting him chip in on the topping. She also had never really asked for what was known as a huge favor but this one day she needed this huge favor, alcohol had found him promising to do get her a gadget she much fancied. When she first reminded him he played the blame it on the alcohol game but promised to make it up to her.

this time he had taken so long to make it up to her and her mind her very wild mind wasn’t going to wait any longer she was at the excuse point,” I have never been demanding, there is always the one chance allowance, innnit" you could almost spell out excuses at her when she tried frantically to justified her almost good harmful deeds.

She never plotted to pull him to a snare but she had, she had her fantasy in her hands he walked into this snare amidst him explaining how huge his credit bills, power bills and mortgage bills were driving him insane and how he was operating on low budget. He took time to realize that he had just spent a stash amidst his not stable monthly finances and now he was sliding his hand to her lower body precisely at the bump that made men in cars and on foot to literally slow down and stop occasionally. He placed his hand there as she watched the dealer wrap her new property .her body went into chills and she would have sworn the a.c had been altered. then he gently whispered, "you shall pay heavily, I shall have this mouth watering piece" she chuckled and let out her trademark smile turning to see him as he let go of her rear. he then realized that she was smatter than the movie crafters he admired and he warned 'unless you borrow career tips from usain bolt" another smile and now they were parting, and her soliloquy could have made you mistake her for a heartbroken girl ready to avenge...."you shall have a piece of me when the maggots have licked their fingers clean from my flesh"