Tuesday, 4th March 2014
POLITE NOTE: This entry contains some sensual descriptions. Care has, however, been taken to eliminate elements of offensive romantic candour.
Georgie came home at 2:00am today. I had already slept when he returned, and since we do not yet have another gatekeeper, he had to call me to open the gate. I have been trying to contact our gatekeeper since he last disappeared, but the bloke doesn’t answer my calls. He has decided to take the studs on his job. Maybe he is fed up with Tiger’s threats too or something unimaginable happened to him on the morning Tiger appeared at my porch. I can only imagine. Well, I’m yet to investigate.
When Georgie came into the house, I decided to take the wheels over our marriage’s muteness. I could feel that he was randy from the way he kept touching my breasts, and I badly wanted him too. But he was smelling horrible; the yucky freakish mixture of sweat and grim was repulsive. I therefore excused myself to prepare his bathwater. He wanted to object at first, but I popped out quickly and headed straight to the kitchen.
“Oh, I’m going to have to install a boiler and bathtub soon,” I heard him say as I opened the kitchen door. We had an electric kettle, and so it did not take time to get his bathwater ready.
When he had bathed and come back to the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his torso, I pulled myself up close to him and began caressing his shoulders. I released my night dress and colled around him, pressing my breasts onto his chests and making him lose himself to me. I felt him slightly bite my lips and finger my love button. He quickly carried me to the bed and kissed me all over, then he threw away the towel and came into me, and we lowly groaned and moaned together in a great amount of inexplicable pleasure.
About two hours later, when we had enjoyed ourselves to the very least of our sweetness, I held him close, still feeling a strong wave of attraction to him, and whispered, “My lord, do you really love me?”
“Why do you ask, babes? You know I love you so much,” he whispered back, and pecked my lips again. “Oh babes, you’re damn so sweet.”
“If you love me, my lord, then why do you always treat me like this, as if I’m rubbish to you?”
“Nooo. Why are you saying that?” His voice was soft and deep. He slowly pulled himself out of me and sat on the bed. As I sat up, he pulled up the duvet to cover us.
“You’re hiding from me everything. The other day I wanted us to talk about certain things, but you snubbed me… left abrupty like a tsetsefly does after stinging. You said you were not ready to talk.”
“Yes, I did,” he replied as if affirming his stance and actions. “You see, babes, there’s this, and then there’re those… I mean the other stuffs that don’t concern you.”
“What are those other stuffs that don’t concern me? Tiger and his gimmicks?” I wanted him to be specific.
“Tiger is our family friend, and he can’t do you any harm as long as I’m alive and give him what he wants. We signed the deal.”
“Which deal? What does he want?”
“Those are the things I’d rather you don’t trouble yourself with.”
“M’hmmm… okay. And speaking of Tiger, by the way, I hear the cops are looking for him. There’s this damning allegation that he was with the gang that attacked Moderncare and caused the holocaust.”
“A gang? Tell me what, is… is the pastor dead too?” His voice creaked. “Um… I mean, did he survive the attack?”
“Well, this is how it goes: you first tell me about the deal you signed and about Tiger’s involvement in the holocaust and what he wants, then I’ll tell you everything you need to know about the pastor. I’m even surprised of how you take keen interest in the man’s welfare.”
“The deal was that he’d protect us and… .”
“Protect us?! Oh my lord, how so with all these nasty threats he’s been piling up on us?” I couldn’t maintain my calm.
“Now see? You’re always acting like a cat on hot bricks and that’s exactly what I hate seeing. Won’t you allow me to explain?” He was beginning to rattle his cot out of the pram and I had to calm him down. After all, I was the one in need of information, not him.
I passed my hand through his thighs and ogled at him arousingly. “I’m sorry.”
“Um… I… Well, I was saying, he has a duty to protect us from all our adversaries. That’s all you need to know, for now, okay? He won’t hurt you, believe me. Without him, we’re doomed. About the fire, if I were you, I’d leave it to the police to investigate. So tell me now, is the pastor alive and if so, where is he?”
I could now detect an unusual craving in his quest for the information around Pastor Anthony. What if he was sent by Tiger to seek it? What if he too was among the gang? To be sincere, I find it hard to trust Georgie these days, not with his secretive and self-assertive nature. So, either way, I would just be so dimwitted to give it to him.
“You still haven’t answered all my questions,” I pressed on. “What does he want from you, from us?”
“I said let that go. Where is the pastor?”
“Okay. We still don’t know,” I lied, feigning gloom. “I spent the whole of yesterday looking for his corpse in all city morgues, but – oh, I wouldn’t even identify it. The burnt bodies look just alike.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry for your loss, darling. I hope you find his body as soon as possible.” I felt a trace of mockery in his response. Why would he conclude all of a sudden that the pastor was dead?
“By the way, I’m organising for the kids to study abroad,” he quickly changed the subject. “They’ll probably leave the country after the April vacation and return in December. Besides, I’m finding you a job so you won’t stay torpid in the house all day long complaining about Tiger.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that new information at first. I am not happy with all his decisions, dear sister. Why would he take the kids away from home, away from me – to be specific? And what kind of job is he looking for me?
“And, just so I won’t surprise you, you will be enrolling for a degree programme, I propose nursing, from September,” he added. “How do you see that, babes?” I had not even fully analysed his previous ‘suggestions’ when he popped up with this too.
I did not respond immediately. I turned away from him and thought about the proposals for awhile. I’m not willing to part ways with my kids; I want to watch them grow and tame any bad characters and behaviours they might conceive. I’m not also wholesomely okay with going out for a job and attending classes. Not that I prefer being bone idle and ignorant; I love taking care of my house. I know that the moment I leave the house, Georgie is going to propose to employ a maid and perhaps other minor servants. And I strongly believe that that would further contribute to extreme chaos in our marriage. Maids, maidservants, maidens and all that minstrel show of workers have been key to most divorces in town.
“No. I don’t like the proposals, but we can talk about them,” I finally put in, turning back to him.
“You’ve never liked anything, including what’s for your own good. See, the world is quickly changing, and tomorrow when, let’s say, I’ve punched my ticket, you’ll need something to do to provide for these kids. And do you think you’ll get a job anywhere with that form four certificate?”
“Probably not, but the reason I object is your next plan of actions after I leave this gorgeous house.”
“Now look at what you’ve been thinking about; that I’m going to cheat on you, eeh? If I were to cheat on you, I’d do so without waiting for you to leave. You forget I have another house at home!”
I tried to digest what he had just said. It was true; if he wanted to cheat on me, it was not necessary for him to oust me from the house. He could just do it elsewhere. After all, the streets are full of sluts and other money-hungry girls, and lodgings are almost everywhere these days.
“What about the kids? I don’t want to be away from them, my lord. I want to be able to personally raise and discipline them.”
He looked at me despicably as if wanting to say “you primitive woman, don’t you want me to give my kids the best education they deserve?” At such, I knew he was decided and there was no way of convincing him out of it.
“It’s done. Their tution is already paid for at a school in China.”
“China! For heaven’s sake, my lord, China of all the places in the world! You want my kids to study in China when there’s Germany, Britain or even Egypt up here?”
He did not reply. I do not like the idea of my kids studying in China. I have heard of stories about high racial discrimination towards Africans in that part of the world, and I’m not okay, even for a moment, with letting my kids leave to study among racial epithets. According to me, home, oh sweet home, is always the best place to be.
When Georgie did not reply for close to a minute, I decided to shelf the discussion for another night.
“Faith told me you affronted her?” I now unveiled.
“What? Tiger’s sister you mean? Noo. Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you tell me.”
“See, I don’t even know what you’re talking about, Lin. When I left this place, I went to see my friends in town. Don’t scare me with such nonsense, please. Did she tell you that?”
“Then she’s got to be up to something. I’ll handle it.”
“Uh… no, don’t please. What are you going to do to her?”
“Leave it to me. As a matter of fact, I warned you againt talking to that poor ill-fated woman. Cor! Good morning, Linda. See you at daybreak.” With that, he coiled himself tight in the duvet and drifted off to slumber just in a few minutes.
After taking breakfast with me this morning, he dressed up and left for work.
It is half past nine as I finish writing this entry, and I have two important people to meet – first, the pastor and then Faith. The pastor must be put somewhere safe and Faith must explain to me why she threatened me yesterday and what really happened to her.