Lorraine

Good day perceptionists, I’m soo sorry this post is late, yesterday I had connectivity issues and Loadsheding didn’t make it any easier but we’re here now, and today you will get a double bill💙

Lorraine continues…

“What is going on between you and that Hector guy?” Bloody hell, I shouldn’t have taken this call, he is spewing utter shit. And, it’s too early in the morning for this. “Hector? What do you mean, I dont understand the question.” “I’m no idiot Lorraine, everyone has been telling me that you’re busy with Hector, I tried to ignore it but I cant, I just cant.” “Is this why you have been ignoring me Stephen, you dont take my calls, you dont get back to me, the whole festive season has been a shitshow and I really needed companionship, you disappeared Hodini style and when you reappear like the prodigal son, you ask me stupid questions about a person I dont even find remotely attractive? What is wrong with you?.” “Lorry, I’m sorry, I was just frustrated and…” I’m bloody boiling now, I dont even wait for the lie, “the fuck?” This nigga better get off his high horse of self-righteousness and stop playing victim in this whole situation, first of all we live worlds apart, literally, he has his person, the mother of his child, they are together and shit and he has the audacity to ask me, correction, to be mad at me for “being busy” with someone else, hell! Hector is not even someone I’d look twice at like that, sure we’re close, suspiciously so but to be busy? EWE! NO… never, even if I was paid money. “I cant believe you Steph, so you’ve been AWOL for days because you’re stewing in crap?”, “I’m really sorry Lorry, honestly, I just got mad when I saw yall together, he was holding your figure, he was being touchy feely and I didn’t like that, plus, when you saw us you hugged him first before hugging me, I got jealous, I’m really sorry”. “Thats what happens when you hug someone Stephen, people touch, bodies meet, touching of figures happen, it’s a hug. Bloody hell man Steph, next time before you make crazy allegations think! Jesus Christ!” I hang up the call cause I honestly dont have the energy to teach a grown man to use his thinking organ, it’s a waste of bloody time, they dont listen!.

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“How can I help you two beautiful ladies this afternoon?”, I’m with my Aunt Caroline, we’re looking for a cellphone for her, her’s is uhmm… ancient, it looks like something she stole from a time capsule box that was buried in the 1400s at a Neanderthal museum decades ago, it’s seriously old. “My name is Dameron, I’ll be your assistant today, anything specific you’re looking for?”. “Uhmm, no, not yet, we’re still looking, comparing if you may.” Dameron is captivating, like he just walked out of a Forbes magazine, he looks like a bloody God. His skin is milk smooth, very fair with thick pink lips and clean, starlike white eyes, illuminated by his hazel pupils, he has perfectly proportioned ears and big sharp canines, trim bushy eyebrows that incase his eyes in the most natural way, his smile morphs the shape of his face to this welcoming gaze, like he’s looking into my soul and when I look back at him I see all the beautiful things in the world, I allow myself to drift into his eyes and he allows me to get lost in the maze of his facial expressions as he invites me deeper into the wonderland of his stare. He is speaking, I cant really hear what his saying, I only take notice of the crescendos in his voice that play as background music to this exhibition of his being, I hear the vibrations in his laugh and like a bee navigates flowers as it moves the air in the surrounding area, his scent lifts off him to my nose, my nostrils tingle and it’s like I can almost taste the caramel hints in his cologne. I move my eyes from his down to his sharp tipped white boy nose, past his crescent mouth with big teeth, his chiselled chin, no facial hair by the way. At this point I’m exploding with excitement, I look down his neck, he has broad shoulders incased in the black blazer he’s wearing. Under the blazer, a crisp white shirt, buttoned up and held into place by a slim black tie. His chest is big and his arms are bigger, HE IS A GYM HEAD!!! His look is finished off by a pair of black pants, and black suede boots. He is clean, prim and proper, all complete with a fresh cut, and black studs on his earlobes. This man is drop dead gorgeous! I lose myself in his image, the stature, his voice, he sounds educated with a smooth easy accent, he is eloquently poised and he can articulate well, he speaks perfect English and he is confident in his speech. He looks coloured, his name sounds coloured… conclusion? He is coloured.

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This headache will be the death of me, I cant even light a J, too much traffic. I havent thought about Adam in a long time, I miss Steph and I’m mid-argumennt with Nick but my crush, he is everything that is perfect with the world, he is concerned about me, something that hasnt happened in a while, he cares to ask me how I am, how’s the headaches, what can he do to help, I feel special, for the first time a long time, someone actually cares and they’re not afraid to show it, life has been a shitshow, the only constant is that seasons change and I still take 8 meds, twice a day. If you havent noticed, I’m kinda going through a hoe phase is what my friend Amanda calls it. “You need to go through it now Lorry, have fun now, cause one day you will be married and you will want to do all the hoeing that you wouldve missed on now, then. That isnt acceptable at any degree, we will be loyal wives, moral wives with high value and respect, we will love our husbands and protect them, we cant do that when we’re living our hoe phase in the marriage.” Abigail agrees, “yaaaassss biiitch!! Me? I have my main nigga and 2 sides, just for the entertainment of things, gatta keep the main on his feet!” She winks her eye and laughs out loud, “twinkle toes”, Amy laughs with her. “The fuck Abby?” I laugh… they might be right. Plus I deserve to be happy, to laugh, to be held, loved and cared for even if it comes from 5 different guys, 1 guy for each year I spent losing bits and pieces of myself with my ex. The guy excelled in destroying what fundamentally makes me, well… uhmm, me!