Nemesis has always worn the
most interesting socks, quite cute really for a man of his stature and
demeanour. One thing I always poke fun at him about is the flowery near
childlike appearrance of them. Black body with bright yellow toes and heels,
bright orange, bright red, striped black and grey with the same bozo the clown
red edging.
Many more
times than I care to count it has been claimed that all I am is a sex mad
nymphomaniac after I have illicited a string of profanity coupled with glorious
praise to the Creator (circa Jesus,B*tch) but all it is, is these socks! I
can't control myself just at the thought of them. All I need is a peek of them
and I start getting hot under the collar and buzzing between the thighs.
Woooohoooo a
man gotsta have sexy socks y'all.
We decided one
day to dispense with our usual non focussed conversation and actually spend
time discussing one another’s interests from long term life goals, to
everything and nothing. He started off asking why I never seem to have nothing
to say. For a second I looked at him with skew eyes and a raised eyebrow before
I asked if he thought that I talk too much.
Ohhh but no
said he, apparently I keep him spellbound and enraptured by how easy my opinions
flow, my desire to learn more when I don't know something and my innate
curiosity about massively varied facets of life. He was hooked on my zest for
life no matter how much life seemed to want to drive me to the edge of my
sanity and tip me over it.
How did I
manage to still attack each day as if the one before hadn't sapped every ounce
of hope out of me. I to this day haven't been able to provide an answer for
that. All I am is a hopeless optimist by nature, made even more hopeless
through being a mother and as if that wasn't enough by finally finding a
doppelganger in the man sat across the table from me.
When it comes
to my nature call me stupid if you will but I have been brought up to believe
that in every human being there lies an inherent streak of good. Them not
having found it in themselves is no reason to believe it is not there.
I have also
been raised on my mother's mantra 'ZVICHANAKA' (in my native Shona this
translates to -it will be well/fine/great/wonderful dependent on what context
you apply). My mum is a certifiable hopeless optimist and like my well-formed
African curves I got this from my mama. In as much as she can shed the most
harrowing of tears and cry so much it breaks your heart she has never hidden
her pain from all five of us when she feels it and she has never hidden her
joys and victories either.
No matter what
her experience she has never blocked herself from feeling, never blocked her
offspring either. This has shaped the woman I am, the mother I am and the lover
I am.
Having been
married to my father for over 29 years my mum has seen it all. From holidays
everywhere, dinners with business and opinion leaders, the high life through to
the lows of cross border trading and being robbed with a gun pressed against
her temple when all she was trying to do was guarantee our livelihood and even
lower still. Their love stands strong.
This woman
lovingly discouraged me from getting married too young but due to the same
heady feelings that had coursed through her veins in her youth and the
sensibility she had instilled in me, gave me blessing to become a wife.
Not because I
was totally ready, who is ever ready at 19? But because she had raised a strong
woman who could handle herself and because she never stopped me from being able
to feel. When after 5 years I came back a shadow of myself, beaten ,battered, mentally,
emotionally and psychologically abused telling both my parents if I didn't end the
marriage someone was going to die-most likely me nogal.
She never said
I told you so...she cried harder than I did, she felt my pain and she held and
rehabilitated not just me but my child too. This is my template of what a woman
is.
This woman's protégé
is what Nemesis has had the great fortune of associating with.
As to my big
dreams, I want to work with women especially those that never had a mother like
mine and find themselves in situations worse than I was in. I want to give back
the way I was given to when the next and only option was suicide. Ultimately I
want to be able to set up a centre where disadvantaged women and girls can be
empowered, rehabilitated where they can just BE.
Not one of
these shoving of radical feminism down society's throat but a place that
encourages healthy relationships, self-respect and respect for the next person
whether you know them or not. A place where a doctor can offer medical
assistance not for money but pro bono- for the good of the populace. Where a
tailor can teach women to sew so that they can teach their daughters. Where a
hairstylist imparts their skills to a teenager who helps another and in turn
assists around their own home and community. Where a 12yr old reads to toddlers
and pre-schoolers to grow their desire to learn simple things- market
gardening, chicken rearing, whatever...people taking care of people. Finding
solutions within ourselves for ourselves and not waiting for a saviour in the
form of an overstretched government or disconnected donor community.
By the time I
had rattled off my dreams with ever widening and glistening eyes, animated
gestures and a faraway look...our fingers had intertwined. Nemesis held my gaze and was staring at me in
the oddest manner. I damn near expected a round of applause as soon as he
finished wiping the drool off the table.
The entire
time I had been talking he had his gaze fixed on the ample 42DD cleavage on
display courtesy of the Jezebel bustier under a sheer top whose button had
popped open somehow. The man was decidedly happy and pulled me towards him in a
rushed embrace over the table. Right there he planted a huge kiss on my lips
and told me he believed in me (and it had nothing to do with the big boobies)
he believes in my dream. Apart from my brother/confidante no one had ever heard
me speak of this, but I spoke honestly and he believed.
With a stretch
of his back and a flick of his foot, he exposed a bit of those damn socks...I
threw him a wicked glance and licked my bright red lips seductively.
We had to
leave...NOW!
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