James Thembo
January 14, 2013
Material-hungry girls
are on the prowl. They will financially suck you dry and then dumb you. Just
like that. They have turned 'false love' into a form of Fine Art. They are
cautions movers, one foot at a time. They are armed with vampire teeth,
thirsting for your wallet. Their suckers run deep. As for you, you will keep
'delivering,' with the thinking of a new convert whose mind is always lagging
behind.
When they have
vanished, quickly as a mongoose, the truth will sink into you. You will feel
hooked in the gills. You will feel hot by the collar, logic and reality playing
hide and seek in your brain. At some point, you will even roll your eyes up, as
if they are being strangled.
Shocked stupid, you
will realize (in self-condemnation) that you have paid for your go-go
life-style. You will realize that your triggered-off baggage of curses won't
return the 'loot.' You will now develop a personal philosophy that you will
keep recounting to your close friends: 'Women and kids are like dogs. Treat
them as such and you will never go wrong!'
The next you will hear
of the 'material girl' is that she has hooked her next-to-be victim, some hunk
somewhere. Somehow, you will feel a wild stab of jealousy: You haven't forgotten the 'Jerusalem' she
used to place you into...her loosening of your tie every evening you returned
from work, tired...her rolling of one eye to answer your cheeky queries...her
brown long graceful legs...the times she made you feel dropping in gentle
clouds of cotton wool...the mornings' rumbled sheets...
Like an Actor in a bad
movie with a role of a successful failure over a particular pursuit, you will
utter one last consolation: 'That new hooked hunk doesn't know what he is
bringing near himself.'
