‘Material Girl’

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.'