[appeared in the weekend nation of 28 december, 2013]
Andisen hurried like a man possessed to the outskirts of the Boma. The
path was rutted and dusty but all he noticed was smoothness on a very beautiful
evening; the splendor in everything he saw. With particular interest he watched jovial
twittering birds hopping grandly in swaying hanging tropical foliage.
He almost ran now. The birds
reminded him of similar past lovely evenings of his relationship with Beatrice,
his wife. Her head romantically resting on his lap and with the Tropics birds
chirping like, they would romantically watch the charming Shire River
gigantically meandering; its waters dazzlingly sparkling like pieces of diamond
in late evening fiestas of the pinked ball of the Sun as it slowly and
dramatically sank beyond distant hazy hills.
“What a time that
was?” Andisen warmly reflected.
He longingly jogged now. He smiled handsomely that he was running. It had
been long since he had jogged with love passion overflowing. With overwhelming desire
he used to exemplarily rush home to adore Beatrice and make her feel loved.
Andisen even used to assist in taking care of the kids and help in household
chores in those days.
Anger started to develop at the thought that such lovingly moments were
dead and buried for reasons he failed to trace. He squarely blamed everything
on Beatrice though for losing her appeal.
“You aren’t serious; are you?” Andisen recalled Asilo, his best friend,
taking him to task over his reason for leaving his bedroom cold.
“Even you prejudicially think this isn’t reason
enough?”
“What ‘reason enough’…?” Asilo laughed.
“That Beatrice is no longer appealing and that she’s driving me away from
home,” Andisen had irritably snapped before storming away.
And away to the outskirts Andisen hurried on, fighting heaven and earth that
the building anger building should not spoil his fabulous evening.
“She had her time,” he retaliated.
The time now belonged to Linda, Beatrice’s best friend. Andisen even
recalled how Asilo was all over him when he knew his intentions of going for
Linda.
“Andisen you’re sick. You seriously need Divine intervention.”
“Gosh, there you go again,” Andisen had barked. “Can’t you for once understand
that the situation is beyond redemption? Can’t you realize that I no longer see
a stunning face that glowed with
salmon-colored effulgence, and a body, captivating? Can’t you see Beatrice is
dead ember who has turned my home stone-cold? Can’t you…?”
“Go and rediscover it because
for me you’re the one who has lost it.”
Go to hell with your theory of rediscovery. Andisen almost shouted. If
discoveries are to be on things already discovered there would be confusion in
this world. Volumes of history would collapse. The Richard Rickie’s and the
Amerigo Vespucci’s of this world would shrink to nothing. I’ve already
discovered everything there is to be discovered in Beatrice. Nothing, believe
me, nothing remains and I’m never going back. He shrugged before walking away.
*******
“I told you I can’t do that to
Beatrice and my husband. I just can’t. I also told you it’s your mind just playing
tricks with you. Beatrice hasn’t changed.” Linda suggested. She had been
rebuffing Andisen’s desperate advances for over three weeks now. This day,
however, Linda’s voice betrayed a desire of acceptance. Andisen pressed on:
“I know my mind isn’t playing
tricks now, but played me years ago.”
“Meaning…?”
“It tricked me into seeing non-existing
beauty.”
“How do you know it isn’t tricking
you now?”
“I feel it in my veins.”
“Okay, if you insist.” Linda
said, smiling mischievously, moving away before thrilled Andisen could vomit a
word.
*******
Andisen continued to hurry towards the bushes of the Boma’s outskirts where
he had agreed to meet Linda, feeling transformed; his libido totally on fire
again. He felt the air warm and succulent, and for the first time in years, he romantically
noticed fluffy clouds floating high in the bright blue evening sky, and the evening
sunshine glittering off houses in the distance.
Darkness ruled when he finally reached the rendezvous. His heart cruised
now, subdued with joy. He quickly perused his vicinity and his lusting eyes spotted
her standing like a sacrificial lamb at the exact spot he told her to be. She
even wore a wrapper, a top and a headscarf as he had instructed her. What if
coincidentally another woman stood on the spot?
What an attractive body she has. Andisen lustily thought, swallowing hard
with lust. Zero thought on everything but her, he had lunged forward and went
into instant action, his hands allover her body. He felt on his lower section a
crushing appreciating swelling.
“Oh, what a sweet body you have,” Andisen moaned: “I never knew juicy and
sumptuous women still existed. This is real hot stuff, not the creature
occupying my bed. Thank you, Linda, for making me a man again.”
Suddenly, Andisen felt something like a hammer had hit him at the back of
his head. He neared collapsed. His head spun. His heart raced. Embarrassment
and pain overcame him. He cursed for being made to learn the hard way to
appreciate what he had and to leave other people’s wives in peace. Andisen was tricked. He was fondling Beatrice,
his wife, and not Linda! He could not miss that scar on Beatrice’s thigh.
Linda you’re wicked. Andisen swore, taking to his heels, remembering her
naughty smile the day she accepted.
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