Once upon an evening dreary..

November 19, 2012 at 6:03 am 9 comments

A white man was sitted by a black girl. A good-looking white man. A white man to whom she was all dressed up and feverish over. When they walked into the small theatre of the museum, with its spotess floor and smooth benches of the dark brown variety, they were sitted infront of the screen – that was running short videos on the arts, crafts and owner. He has got up, without so much as a word of warning, and walked to the back of the theatre and sat, with his back to the wall. She has pitter-pattered over, with tiny feet, laughing nervously, unaware his real intention was “to get a load of” the two Swedish girls, all blonde and blue eyes, who were sitted across from there. His eyes were not just sneaking a look at them, they were aiming at them. Like optical scud-missiles filled with emotional coded messages. “Here I am”, the looks said, “with a black girl. But… I don’t have to be”. The girls have received message and understood. They have looked uncomfortable, choosing to toy with their phones’ keyboards than concentrate on the screen. Embarrassed, it seemed, on her behalf. After they got up and left, the white man turned towards the black girl, as if suddenly aware of her existence; her sitting next to him, full of girly hopes and broken smiles. His knees playfully knocked against her thighs. Trying to wake her up, it seems, wake her from the unreality she has just witnessed, an unreality that has left her shaken, into a warm… uncomplicated dream. His hand reached to grab hers, and to squeeze it. “Here I am,” it tried to say, “with a black girl. With whom I chose to be”.

They walked out of the theatre. Not the way they came, with her hand in his arms; playful and anticipating. But isolated. It was raining outside. A cold rain! He offered her his over-coat, trying to slow pace with her burdened feet; as if he was still attempting to put them back together into the semblance of a couple. She chose to hug herself and shiver. [Because, when all is said and done, you really only have yourself to be there for you.]

Later in the evening, after a passionate tirade against a mutual enemy has rushed some of the warmth back into their conversation, he hugged her tightly, shook her a little and said “[you]–tried to touch an exhibit.in.a.museum!”. It took her aback, for it was an incident she has forgotten about until that moment. An incident she has thought was a cute “human” moment, like a man farting when about to cum; a “hatishu!” and “God bless you!” moment.

It has bothered him! More so, obviously, than her asking if he was checking those girls out, her refusing to take his hand, wear his over-coat, return his kiss. As if it was the last straw that broke this camel’s back. A magnifying glass that showed all the acne on the “relationship”, and the person she can never be. She smiled and continued to keep her eyes on the tv screen. [For, when all is said and done, this is a man’s world. And a woman is like a dog trying to catch the crumbs that fall from the children’s table [of a bread they didn’t build : – ). In the hopes.. perhaps.. that, one day, the Granter of Requests would say “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted!”]. Chasing crumbs… running behind farmers to glean left-over grains.. even as her “earthly master” [the pouting/whining/kicking/screaming kid], the man, boils her whole person down to a word.. a place .. a name: a cunt, a pussy, a bitch. Or, to quote my little cousin Nani from her kindergarten days, a:

endet honech

Death comes to us all, mine author says. But at what price!

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9 Comments Add your own

  • 1. andthree  |  November 19, 2012 at 11:39 am

    that is a masculine-looking dog that you have got there on the picture. perchance you are trying to say that men are dogs?

  • 2. habeshaviews.wordpress.com  |  November 21, 2012 at 3:48 pm

    I don’t take this to be a story of black/white but one of a girl/jerk…..it is good writing

  • 3. Chuchu  |  November 22, 2012 at 3:36 pm

    That is the problem with dating inter-racially. You always think they would check out their people. They always think you would check out your people. It id too much headache.

  • 4. Mitmita  |  November 23, 2012 at 3:31 am

    I agree with habeshaviews. Jerks come in all colors. The girl, who ever she is, deserves better.

    Happy thanksgiving abesheetye. <:

  • 5. abesheet  |  November 24, 2012 at 6:03 pm

    I’m sure other women have met men who behaved like dogs. But the men I met are more of the “pig” persuation : – ). The kind that take what is scared [your trust, honesty and aspirations], trample it under feet and turn to attack you. So the photo is of what it appears to be, a little boy and his ugly dog. That, i imagined, is probably how the girl saw herself as that dreary night.

    Nice to see all of you guys again. Thanks for visiting.

  • 6. Scooby  |  November 30, 2012 at 5:38 am

    This is why people should stick to their own kind.

  • 7. Lulit  |  December 2, 2012 at 4:29 pm

    Wow. I’m surprised nobody seems to notice how demeaning this post is for women. It’s as if feminism never happened.

  • 8. Van  |  January 3, 2013 at 7:30 pm

    In spite of being obviously very bright and smart, you are so full of cynicism. You.scare.me.

  • 9. Deejay  |  January 6, 2013 at 5:41 am

    Wow. I’m sorry you had to go through that. I don’t think it has anything to do with race though. Its just douche baggy guys doing horrible things to another female thats needed at all.

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