Umf.
Simoné.
"I do not support losers. Since Chester left, they're worthless."
I ducked quick.
Simoné was full of surprises.
"You lot are the losers!" Eyes squinched.
Best not to try and convince her any further.
I have always been a Blue Bulls supporter.
Just like Daddy.
We always watched the rugby together.
Daddy's favourite player was most definitely Frik Du Preez.
But he also liked Naas Botha.
Daddy's Golden Boy.
Daddy always said he worked miracles with that boot of his.
The last game Daddy and I watched together was the Currie Cup final in 1987.
That year, Daddy's Golden Boy was responsible for all the points on the scoreboard.
Daddy celebrated festively.
He was going to see the team play live for the first time on Newlands in 1989.
But, sadly, he never made it.
Umf.
Ha-ha-ha.
Wonder what Daddy would say about the guys all in pink.
Uhm.
I'm sure Daddy would have been proud.
He was always a man that supported a good cause.
I looked at Simoné relieved.
Happy that she said yes.
You'll never know, if you don't give it a try.
"Thank you, Sherwynne. I am sure I will enjoy it thoroughly. All those huge men in their tight tops. Those yummy muscles. Mmmmmmmm."
I might as well not have been here.
It was like I didn't exist.
Women.
Umf.
"How are we going to get there? With your bike?" She was excited.
Only Nia has ever driven on my motor-bike with me before.
There she was.
In my head again.
Just as I thought I had forgotten her.
"Please?" That familiar sad puppy face.
"I promise that I will wear my helmet. I have always wanted to ride on a bike."
Luscious lips.
Pouted.
Eyes fluttering.
How could I say no.
iv
That night I had another dream.
Always the same nowadays.
Anubis.
The gunshot.
Just blood.
Then I wake up.
They were not the same as back then.
I didn't dream of Nia anymore.
Only him.
Last time I dreamt about Nia was in 2010.
We were back in the tiny cabin.
In the room with the chest.
Just as I was about to take out the cell phone, Nia stopped me.
She said...
No, Sherwin. I do not want to climb into the box anymore.
She then told me to take everything back.
She however wanted to hold onto the box until she was ready to let it go.
Then I was back in Protected-Dreams-Forest.
The last thing I saw before I passed out, was the blue wolf.
It jumped over me just as I went down.
It ran in Nia's direction.
When I came to, Nia was gone.
Then I woke up.
Soaked in sweat.
My chest on fire.
Worst was the pounding headache.
At least I didn't wake Mommy.
Later that day, I received a call.
It was Nia.
I couldn't believe it.
I thought that I would never hear from her again.
She was short and to the point.
Minus the sweet.
She wanted me to know about a dream she had the night before.
She was in this dark place and there were.
Things.
She was scared.
It was as if she was in hell with no hope.
Then a huge blue wolf came and scared all the scary, creepy things away.
The blue wolf frightened her as well.
It came to stand right in front of her and looked her straight in thé eyes.
It then went closer and caressed its body against hers.
She then understood.
The wolf was here to rescue her.
More however, was the feeling of love she felt that radiated from the blue wolf.
The wolf loved her.
As if it only loved her.
She felt the same towards it.
Nia said that she didn't want to wake from the dream because she had never felt so safe, so loved in her entire life.
Then she woke up and thought of me.
Then she hung up.
Could it be.
Was it really Nia in my dreams?
v
Saturday, 31 March 2012.
18:30
Simoné held me tightly.
Her ample bosom pressed hard into me.
I wonder if Simoné knew what that did to me.
I had to focus, with effort, on the road.
She caressed my chest.
Sometimes she would stick her hand up my shirt.
Tenderly caressing my pigeon chest.
Iron.
Uhm uhm uhm.
You're on fi-ya.
I had to swerve and balance us quick.
Simoné had me totally distracted.
I enjoyed it though.
Those soft hands.
Pressed against my skin.
Sometimes she would press her palms hard to my heart.
She would then caress herself more into me.
I could feel her heart raising.
Just as mine was throbbing as we sped along.
It felt as if a deep desire simmered in Simoné.
It was rapidly starting to boil over.
She kissed me in my neck.
Those soft lips.
Tender.
Ticklish.
I was glad when we stopped.
We might have caused an accident.
Simoné didn't want to let me go.
Just squeezed tighter as I parked.
Then she sighed deeply and let me go.
Got off the bike and took off her helmet.
That Stormers jersey of hers showed off other things.
S-T-O-R-M-E-R-S right up your face.
I thought to give Simoné my Ferrari jacket.
Just now those assets causes trouble.
No one would miss this beauty.
Those legs.
Especially not with that figure... uhm... hugging hot-pants.
Shu!
The Lord makes beautiful things.
Even with the pink wig, she still looked ravishing.
She embraced me.
Held me tightly.
I held her back.
I couldn't be any happier.
I thought I would never know happiness again, but I was terrible wrong.
I still had my beautiful, Simoné.
"You promised not to take off your helmet." I pretended to be serious.
"I almost caused an accident when you moved my helmet and ... I couldn't see a thing." I was sure my cheeks were flushed red.
She just took my hand and we started walking towards the stadium.
The energy was surreal.
I have never been to Newlands and have never seen any of the teams play live.
I could see that I was going to enjoy it.
Lots of Blue Bulls supporters here on thé enemies turf.
All dressed in pink and some with pink wigs.
Some looked like clowns and such behaved as clowns too.
Tipsy.
Ha-ha-ha.
Simoné held me tightly as we went underneath the railway tracks, down the short passage, up the stairs again.
For a moment, I could swear I heard Simoné say something good to me and then sighed.
We h
ad to walk a bit to get to the entrance.
Was Simoné ever an attention grabber.
Made me uncomfortable.
Relax.
Goodness.
The dude from Thunda.com almost knocked me over.
Only wanted to take pictures of Simoné.
He seemed to drool too.
Simoné just smiled away.
Told you.
You're a fool.
She'll never go for you.
Then Simoné was back against me.
We went to the entrance.
They sent us away.
Ha-ha-ha.
Umf.
Apparently the entrance to the cheap seats were still further away.
"Sorry. It was all I could afford. My funds were still... held up." I smiled apologetically.
"The cheap seats are the best!" Simoné gave me a light peck on the cheek.
As we finally got to where we were supposed to... stand... Simoné excused herself quick.
I went further down the stairs.
Seems the whole of Cape Town loved the cheap seats.
Just Stormers supporters everywhere you looked.
I wondered if I would dare scream Go Bulls Go with the enemy this close.
One knocked me right in the eye with the corner of his poster.
One could barely stand.
I was sure he now had other things on his mind, rather than rugby.
I got a come hither look from many of the older ladies.
Naughty naughty naughty.
I smiled awkwardly.
I looked at the huge field.
I was sure Daddy would have loved to have been here.
To see his team play in pink.
That 1989 Currie Cup final was a draw.
Last minute try.
I remember that year very well.
How could I ever forget the year I lost my father.
Just as South-West-Africa was becoming independent and The United Nations started passing Resolution 435, Daddy died and we went to seek refuge with Aunty Anne in Cape Town.
I shook off the thought and focussed on Simoné as she came down the stairs.
Uhm uhm uhm.
You think you'll ever tap that.
Drool all you will.
You forget.
You haven't told her your secret.
You're on fi-ya.
Only one direction for you.
Uhm.
vi
After the game, I took Simoné up the mountain.
Signal hill.
We sat through the sunroof of Thurston's SUV.
Simoné gave me an earful about how bad we lost.
Umf.
It was a great experience though.
Those cheer-leaders with they're skimpy dresses and tight buns can say what they want.
Everyoné in the cheap seats' eyes were on Simoné.
Their girlfriends gave them I will hunt you down looks.
Others gave her the jealous stare of death.
That try by Tiaan Liebenberg was wicked awesome.
Right in front of us.
The cheap seats had their advantages.
Uhm.
Simoné was tight against me.
I couldn't help but tremble as she breathed ever heavier and started intertwining her body with mine.
I was now only focused on her breathing.
Deep.
Like a hunger crept at the bottom.
The wind caressed us both.
Cooling the ever burning energy between us.
I wanted to pull away from Simoné.
I couldn't let her find out.
Therefore, I couldn't do this with her.
That would be wrong.
But I threw caution to the wind.
And melted with her.
All ice melts when the fire is as hot as this.
I tasted Simoné.
She tasted sweet.
We both gasped deep.
I wondered if she tasted.
My sadness.
Sadness that in this moment seemed to be some stupid thing you got hung up on.
It mattered nothing at all.
I was free of any guilt, that I was betraying you know who.
I just let it all aside.
Our lips intertwined.
Gasps for air.
That suck the life out of me tenderness.
I was happy.
Here with Simoné and the city lights below us.
It was bliss.
Solace.
End of Chapter 9.
I hope the whisperer only whispers truth and beautiful things to you. InshaAllah. Your friend. Salaam, Khaleel. Thank you for reading. May the Lord bless you abundantly. :)
Holy Qur'an Surah 103. Al-Asr
1. By the declining day,
2. Lo! man is in a state of loss,
3. Save those who believe and do good works, and exhort one another to truth and exhort one another to endurance.
Almighty Allah said: And Allah has already made you victorious at Badr, when you were a weak little force. So fear Allah much (abstain from all kinds of sins and evil deeds which He has forbidden and love Allah much, perform all kinds of good deeds which He has ordained) that you may be grateful. (Remember) when you (Muhammad) said to the believers, "is it not enough for you that your Lord (Allah) should help you with three thousand angels; sent down? Yes, if you hold on to patience and piety, and the enemy comes rushing at you; your Lord will help you with five thousand angels having marks of distinction. Allah made it not but as a message of good news for you and as an assurance to your hearts. And there is no victory except from Allah the All Mighty, the All Wise. That He might cut off a part of those who disbelieve, or expose them to infamy, so that they retire frustrated." (Ch 3:123-127 Quran)
For Mariah Carey Cannon
When you grip the hand of the Lord, it is a firm grip.
And rest, assured, the Lord hears and sees everything.
Salaam. Khaleel
Home
"I must open my heart. So that you can see.
Just my gratitude for you.
Please.
Tell me.
What is your name?
Please.
I must know your name."
i
2010
I can't believe it.
He found a way to get in.
Her knight in shining armour.
Roach in a jelly tin.
Nia must be doing it.
This was hers.
After all.
She the Queen.
He her Prince Charming.
Umf.
Uhm.
Nia was always a stubborn one.
Could never listen.
I told her to only listen to me.
But the rat made her go weak at the knees.
Jealous.
I'll ring his neck.
Kill him.
I stopped to catch my breath and looked back.
I could hardly believe that we made it out of there.
I had never seen things like that before.
It was all God's mercy.
All praise be to God.
The fire in my chest was like an inferno.
I found it difficult to breath.
The pounding in my head was louder than ever.
Like I was rather hearing it as the sound coming to my ears and the voice of Utopia was simply a hum in the background.
My vision was blurred occasionally.
Why was he taking her towards the fire.
Surely he can't be that thick?
Maybe it's not him.
What do you mean?
Think.
It can't be.
No.
Him.
No, Lord, please.
Let it not be him.
I started moving again.
They were off in the distance. br />
Just about to go beyond the edge.
I hoped that I would be in time.
The fire must be an ever waiting abyss.
I dreaded the thought.
My head gave a hard thump.
Uhm.
"Uhm."
The tin sure looked uncomfortable on the roach.
The jagged edges looked to almost cut at his neck.
He walked awkwardly too.
Umf.
Ha-ha-ha.
Real clown.
Nia was of course not seeing any of this.
I'm sure he appeared to her as the Prince she thinks he is.
Mr Giel Basson.
I remember that night when he disappeared with her to the beach.
Apparently got lost.
Should have known by the silly look on her face when they finally got home.
Uhm.
Lord, forgive me.
Daisy Valley was ablaze.
It was in sync with the fire ever blazing in my heart.
Dear Lord.
Will it ever stop.
I dreaded to move closer.
The screams were horrifying.
I hoped Nia would remember to wear her earmuffs.
I told her while we were sitting under the pomegranate trees.
She looked at me strangely then.
She sort off squinched her eyes.
Those doe eyes.
Shy flowers.
I asked her what was wrong.
I started taking out her pills.
A critter came closer to us.
Barely higher than the grass.
It was carrying a glass of water.
The glass sure looked heavy for a thing so small.
But as it approached Nia, you could see it.
The broad smile on its face.
The two eyes were almost most of the head.
Three purple twirly things looked like the last few strands of hair on its head.
The mouth was small, but the smile appeared to make the rest of its face seem small.
It was like the smile drew you in.
Nia was absolutely silent.
She smiled in return.
Suddenly tears just started flowing from her eyes.
She took the glass of water quick and put it to her right.
She then immediately puts her hand down.
Gesturing for the tiny critter to step on.
She wanted to lift him up.
Nia didn't bother to wipe the tears from her eyes.
She just kept staring in wonder.
I also felt what Nia was feeling.
A sense of belonging.
That face was one of familiarity.
The smile that of welcome home.
Long lost friend.
I am so pleased to see you.
The critter bows.
Its legs seemed to disappear beneath its body.
It was strange.
As if it had no legs to begin with.
"My Fair Lady."
This voice was gentle.
The voice had a slight ring to it that sounded like Christmas bells.
"Welcome back, My Fair Lady. The grass-babies sure brought music to my ears when they told me you were here. I had to get to you. I'm your willing slave."
The critter got onto Nia's hand and she lifted him slowly closer to her head.
She stopped crying.
Those doe eyes sparkling.
It never looked Nia directly in the eyes.
Sort of hunched in a bow.
The three purple strands intertwined.
Like a single corn-roll.
Nia looked at me.
"Can it understand me?"