Posts from the “Prose” Category

On to the Next One?

Posted on 16/11/2013

Petra is twenty years young, bright-eyed and ready for male friends after  depriving herself of their intriguing complexities.

Eddie she meets first. He’s perfect in every sense of the word. Tall, dark and definitely good to look at. Plus he’s incredibly talented! Not only does he play the guitar and sing… gosh, he leads worship on Sundays and Wednesdays. He’s sensitive, in touch with his emotions. Undoubtedly, Petra’s completely taken by him. One thing; he’s got a long list of ex-friends. Uh-hmm, you heard right. Of all the people Petra’s heard him talk about, they’ve all offended him in some way and he doesn’t hesitate telling her about just how. Not wanting to add herself to that list and lose such an incredible friend, Petra gears up for placating and accommodating Eddie… until she drops her guard and speaks out of turn. Without a moment’s notice, Eddie’s checked the list, scribbled her name in black, permanent marker and promptly kicked her out of his life.

Blindsided, Petra makes a vow to stay away from guys like Eddie and dusts off the remnants of that failed friendship. On to the next one.

Mike‘s perfect on paper! He’s handsome, kind, softhearted and oh boy, is he smart! What’s even better? He’s not overly emotional and has his head screwed on correctly. Sold! Petra’s got several years behind her and is ready to begin a new friendship, even if Mike’s a bit more reserved than she expected. Ignoring his tight-lipped responses, she can at least count her lucky stars that there are no drama theatrics since Mike’s a rational human being. Relaxing a little too much, Petra’s blindsided yet again when Mike blows a fuse, listing off all her offenses. She has no idea when or how she’s offended Mike but he certainly doesn’t hesitate telling her to the day, hour and millisecond of said offense. Barrages of “why can’t you”, “if you could just”, “everything would be okay if you could”, “why are you” echo like loud, nagging gongs in her head as she staggers back to catch her balance or at least catch her breath.

Thankfully, she manages to escape with her sanity in check and makes yet another vow to avoid guys like Eddie and Mike. With a haggard breath, she trudges on. To the next one.

Collin‘s a breath of fresh air. Gorgeous, suave, he’s got charisma oozing from every pore in his sculpted body. His confident smirk and bright eyes leave Petra stunned and off balance. In a good way. His self-confidence and ease is intriguing. With the many women flocking around him, fawning over him, it’s no wonder why Petra finds herself drawn to him too. He’s got it going on, in a big way. He understands women, or so he thinks, and everything about him speaks of his confident ease around women. Around Petra. He’s got all the right words to say, the right look to throw her way to keep her wondering. She’s curious and finds herself wondering if he’s any different. He doesn’t seem overly-emotional nor manipulative… but Petra’s cautious. Every man must have a vice to him after all. Collins scoots in, brushes her arm with his warm fingers and wiggles his brows at her as his eyes caress her face. Her cheeks warm and tingle under his attention and she shyly succumbs to his charm. Bingo! Except not really. Collins scoots back just as easily and with a furrowed brow, he tells her not to fall for him. He doesn’t like her like that. She’s just a friend. Like the other hundred girls giggling and fluttering around him.

Embarrassed and slighted, Petra ducks away with most of her pride still in place. She pulls out her imaginary notebook and crosses off yet another one. This time, she’s tired and no longer looking. If the right one’s out there, he’ll find her. Right?

Shane swoops in. Man of the hour, he’s talented, he’s easygoing and surprise surprise, he’s not bad looking either. There’s no sign of an overly-emotional, manipulative casanova personality type. Even with a sigh of relief, Petra hesitantly inches close. At least she’s sorta grateful and impressed that he’s neither pushy nor aggressive. Patience in a man has to be a good sign? She’s content to listen, taking in everything he’s saying without any refrain. After all, she wants to get a feel for him before she lets her guard down.  Shane doesn’t disappoint. He’s honest and forthright, she has to give him that… except he’s not let her get a word in. Barely a pause is given for her to speak of herself. It’s not a big deal since she doesn’t like to brag about herself, not that he notices and is content to fill the silence with colorful stories of his amazing life…

Quietly, Petra bows out and slumps against the invisible wall before pulling out her notebook. She warily stares at the blotted names and mutely crosses yet another name off the list.

On to the next one?

The Absalom Syndrome

Posted on 24/07/2013

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Penned by my father (Donkey Chronicles)

Absalom, for those who may not know, was a favorite son of King David. He was smart, was dearly loved by his father and the people his father ruled adored him. He was a ‘beautifully’ handsome man with a head full of hair (envy of most ladies) and a gorgeously built body. His natural endowments of talent, beauty and charisma coupled with being a prince in-waiting were not in doubt to anyone that met him at the courts of his father! His motives though subtle at first became bolder as he continued to woe the people that came to see his father.
Not too long people knew what he really was about and he started gathering his followers to finally expose who he really was. Abe had ambitions to be king in place of (and not after) his father so he went to work using everything within his reach to achieve it at all cost. He knew he had siblings who were qualified to be king as well but to him he was better than every one of them. He must force this to happen at all cost. No waiting, no approval or protocol or decorum necessary. This syndrome can be likened to riding high horses.
Whether horses or men, Abe did not care; he just loved riding high. Abe loved riding, pure and simple! It did not matter to him that despite his natural endowments and his exaggerated perception of himself that he was just a prince amongst other princes and remained so until the father passes and the king makers crown him as king. When things did not go Abe’s way, he decided to make it happen so he got up on his high horse and galloped to his death. The false sense of indomitability in riding high horses became apparent as that source of pride became the Achilles heel for Abe when his beautifully preserved hair (that was cut, weighed and publicized annually) got caught on a tree branch and the high horse (he trusted in) rode off and left him hanging as easy target for an insulted general that had an ax to grind.
Riding fair and low has its merits. Good riders need good and not necessary high horses. A gold fish has no hiding place. King Solomon was just one of the princes when his half brother was riding high but when the time came the true king emerged. The wisest earthly king that ever lived (King Solomon) said “let others praise you” and people throughout the ages continue to marvel at his wisdom while his high horse riding brother’s life remains an object lesson. Hence we hear age old advice from well meaning folks, “get off your high horse” and mingle with the masses. The true princes will emerge and they will not be found on high horses.
It is truth worth contemplating.–
Akiroro.