Tuesday, May 10, 2011

A CURIOUS TALE OF A, B, C AND SHE...

MEET " A "
Young, handsome, real with an edge of naughtiness.
He encapsulates the very core of friendship, He is loyal, friendly and sure of himself.
She meets him through a mutual friend. She has heard so much about Him and He has heard a lot about Her.
They meet on a sunny afternoon, the mutual friend comes to pick her up and " A" is in the backseat of the car.
She is loud and free spirited; He is quiet and deep; She is straight forward and in your face; He is thoughtful and probing.
She is very witty, He is wittiness personified.
Aha! common ground at last. She thinks He is a bore, He thinks She is spineless.
And as with nature and her ways, they begin to accept their individuality.
they become friends, they become really good friends...
until...

ENTER " B "
Cool, confident, built and very handsome.
He is quiet, yet funny; He is sweet in a very weird way.
They meet at a party, He is loud, She is popular;
He prefers to be patient and bid his time, She is bold and direct.
He talks to her and She replies him with a lovely comeback.
Aha! common ground at last. They both have tongues like razors.
He makes her laugh; She makes him wonder...
And as with nature and her ways, they start something.
Alas, their tongues are not the only thing they have in common,
They also have a mutual friend.. " A".
"  A " has both their backs and he becomes their therapist, hearing from both sides...
As with humans and their yearnings, She derails from an earlier arrangement and begins to crave for something more,
He cannot deliver and B O O M!!!
Two boisterous ego's clash and the sweet haze boomerangs...
They try to patch up and glue the shards of their life together...
until...

HELLO " C "
" C " can only be descibed as the forbidden fruit that tastes sweeter... He is her guilty pleasure...
He is the very core of masculinity and oozes sex appeal.
He saunters up to her and doesn't need to say much. She is hooked.
He teases her senses and preys on her with the patience of a jungle cat...
They meet...
She finds him charming; He finds her interesting;
She flirts with him, He turns on the charm...
She smiles, He smiles..
Aha! common ground at last. They both have killer smiles.
He pushes himself to the extreme, She is there to soothe his aching muscles...
They like each other; They complement each other and Oh Yes, they lie to each other...
And as with nature and her ways, an intricate web is spun....

THE COMMON FACTOR " SHE "
She is beautiful, amazingly witty with a smile that can brighten up a room;
She is a confused mixture of pleasantness and sassiness;
She presents a blend of sexuality, sensuality and innocence.
She flirts, She smiles, She teases but She is fiercely loyal.
She is the life of the party, but her inner sanctum, She preserves for the few that manage to get there.
She juxtaposes between reality and salient dreams.
However, She has been branded with the Scarlet Letter...
" A " for Ashawo ( Adulteress).
It is emblazoned in bold letters across her chest.
A review of her crime please:
She is accused of stringing along three friends.
She has been tried and She has been found guilty of breaking an alliance that was forged between three men.
Does it matter that She met them in mutually exclusive circumstances?
Take " A "; how was She to know that deep down, He harboured feelings for her?
and what do you think that " B " would do when He finds out that his ' brother' was waiting for the opportunity to 'sample' his goods?
Oh Wait! the Good Book says to be your brothers keeper abi?
and why should " B " feel betrayed by her when even He knows that what they had was dead, gone and buried? with no hope of life eternal?
Afterall, She asked for what She wanted and He wasn't able to provide...
And where does " C " come in?
Fine, He knows both " A " and " B ".
Granted, He knew what She had with " B ".
But if there is a slight glimmer of hope, if maybe, just maybe,
They both like themselves, should He, for the sake of everything,
throw away His chance at happiness?
It is indeed a tangled web...


What Would You Do?

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

BEHIND THE VEIL (2)

Behind closed doors, voices are heard; a discussion about what should be done about this mysterious woman.
She can hear them; She hears every word that is spoken and She laughs.
They are asking for her name, where She came from, who She is, does she have any family?
'you will never know', She thinks to herself. She has decided not to tell.
She waits in silence for the Scarlet Veil to tell her what to do.
She finds it somewhat amusing that She is the only one that can see the Scarlet Veil.
They probably think She is crazy, a nutcase...
On the contrary, She thinks She is special. She is the One; the opportuned female chosen to carry out the salvation of the world.
So what if the very people she's out to save think otherwise?
She had been warned that things like this could happen and She is handling it really well.
So there She is, standing by her window, the room around her is pitch black...
Amidst all these blackness, She finds solace, She finds peace.
She is not bothered, She knows what She is waiting for; She knows why She has been sent.
And as long as She knows, She will wait...
Till her apparition appears again unto her...

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

BEHIND THE VEIL

She sits, as still as the night.
She is dressed  in black. A knee length black gown, with white pearls adorning her neckline, the skin around her neck almost as pale as the pearls she wears.
She sits,
a candle flickers right by her side, gently casting soft shadows across the wall.
She is very quiet, her mind is somewhere across the Atlantic.
She doesn't say a word, She is beautiful, with tastefully carved features, like a porcelain doll, set in a glass casing.
The candle light flickers and a glimpse of her face is seen; She has wet tears streaming down her face and yet, She doesn't sniff or make any move to wipe them away.
Behind her, movement is heard. A door opens and a figure steps in, She does not turn or even start when her name is called; softly at first, then it crescendos vehemently.
Cursing, the figure steps back out and the lady allows herself a small, defiant smile...
The last three people that have been sent to her have left, frustrated and much more baffled than when they came in.
Then She moves... A dignified movement full of grace and comportment... this is a lady with class.
The door opens again and this time, a lady walks in and they embrace tightly. And for the first time, the lady in black speaks... In soft waves, her voice is barely audible  at first, then it becomes stronger...
" The veil", she mutters.. " There's something behind the veil".
Confused, her companion looks round the room, " which veil, my dear?".
" the scarlet veil that's behind you" comes the husky reply.
The lady in the black dress gently pushes her hand forward, pointing into nothingness, describing abstraction. She lingers in tht position for quite some time before raising trembling hands to her lips and moves back to her position in front of the window.
Once again, She becomes as still as the night but this time, She keeps muttering to herself.
" Something behind the scarlet veil...". Resigned, her companion leaves her to the comfort of her thoughts...
closing her eyes, the lady takes in a deep breath and a strange smile bends the corners of her lips...