Judge the Spirits

I recently gave an old school mate from college the opportunity to stay in my house as the third member of my household, the second being another school mate from college who had at the time stayed with me for close to a month.

That night he moved in with his things we sat down and discussed how we would go about food, electricity and water bills, how we would share them as 50/50 as they can be shared between three people. Then we discussed how we would go about the chores around the home, how we would hire someone to do the errands, how each one would be responsible for his own cooking and how each one would have to clean up after themselves.

I come Prepared

 May I not see her when I cross her path, may I not hear her when she calls from across the street. May she be far from me always, may I not comprehend the things she says to me, may I not understand her gestures and her meanings. The woman with ill intention.

I like to look a man in the face when he speaks to me, you can tell what they mean and don’t mean, when they hide and where they pretend. And for women it is but the same. She speaks with an intention to deceive me. Her eyes smile as she looks me directly in the eye with her mouth curled into a mischievous smile. She croons softly, seductively. She says one thing but means another.  She suggests things and actions with the speech of her words and body. She raises her voice in the street, that its timbre will cause you to turn.

The Institute of Satanic Propaganda

I have often wondered what the Devil’s offices in charge of ‘Human Affairs’ look like, most especially the Propaganda Department under that institution. I have imagined the Propaganda Department as having one division in charge of creating Anti-Jesus rhetoric, another division in charge of packaging said material in various user-friendly formats and another division in charge of distributing the material to people across the globe at scheduled times.

She got pregnant...

Most girlfriends don’t know and others refuse to acknowledge that when they tell their man that they are pregnant his first reactionary thought will be to ditch them and run. ”He would never do that,” that’s what they say and what some of them think.

Sure enough, on a good day 50% of men will be faithful enough to say they will support the baby, that’s 10% of their brain talking. The rest of their brain is thinking: “damn, crap, bollocks, how do I get out of this?

When you Pray

It is very annoying when I tell you my problems and you answer me by saying ‘don’t worry God knows best’, ‘God has a plan ’,’ wait for God’s time’. I have heard it so much that it no longer gives me comfort to hear it but only manages to irritate me. You only come off as stupid saying it, for those words rub salt to the wound and do not comfort.

Then there are those who say I should be more aggressive in the way I pray. They say I should not say ‘thy will be done’ but I should come and ‘claim’ the answers I seek to my prayers. That too seems very daft to me now.

The Angel that Weeps for the Sons of Men

She says that she hates me and never will speak to me again. She says that for the tears she cried all night over me I will certainly pay. She says may God forgive me and what goes around comes around. She says if she dies her spirit will haunt me forever.

I look down at my feet in shame and sadness. I know I should never have broken the heart of someone who loved me so greatly. And yet I let her go out of her own best interest for rather than let her keep receiving an incomplete love I wanted her to receive a love that was complete and not that which felt like it was being squeezed from a stone.

The Ganja Planter Chronicles

There is a legend in Zomba of a house on top of a mountain. To get to that house from down where the local version of a main road is you get to walk for two hours uphill climbing. The owner of the house is isolated, if you try you won’t succeed to make him move down the mountain to where the other villagers’ houses are. It is a strategic position for him and his trade. He is a Ganja Planter. Any cop who would be willing to climb that hill for two hours is surely worth his salt and so few even try. The few who get there are palm-oiled effectively.