Three Tit bits

She was my best friend’s girl friend. She never complained that he spent too much time at the office, that he worked more than 12 hours a day. She never pushed him for more time. The orbits of their lives had been completely separate. Their vision of the universe was totally different. It was the death of Kajumba Grace Amooti that altered their paths. She had kept them colliding all these years. With his loss, their obits began to intercept, at Amnesia, Garden City, Total-Kavule, Kalerwe market and Watoto Central. Still they maintained their integrity. She never pushed Cindy Tamale on him and he never pushed his work or his kinky fantasies on her. And yet as strange as it seemed, he found a little pain with his sex to be exciting. He fell asleep in these thoughts. His dreams were about Vanessa's prime piece of cunt and her round booty bouncing off his unforgivingly hard dick. Vanessa on the other hand had turbulent dreams. The fear of bad times flooded all over her. She felt the pain of being dragged by her hair. Of having plates broken over her head. The cord sting over her back and the echos of the distasteful word “bitch” escape from between clenched teeth….


I pulled over to the side and switched off the headlights. It was past 9pm and the street was quite dark. I knew it was now or never. I had to kiss her. And she was waiting! Why couldn’t she make the first move, I thought to myself. She smiled at me and told me that she had a nice time. I just nodded, my throat was dry. She lifted her huge bunch of shopping bags and placed it on her lap. I said nothing. I was sweating profusely by now. She placed her hand on the door knob and was about to jerk it open. I blurted out…“Can I kiss you?” I felt so weak and scared after I said that. Visions of pepper spray kept coming back in my mind. But then, she just smiled and said “Sure”. She really was a girl of few words. A few moments later, I panicked. I didn’t know what was going on, I just couldn’t find her lips in the middle of all those shopping bags. I tried again, no luck....

They said they would change his life. They promised to make his dreams come true. As the days grew grey and piled to amount to months, the months fleetingly accumulated into years and the boy grew in strength and knowledge. His eyes opened and his voice grew deep and he saw wolves and sheep and learnt to tell them apart. They lied. They never did what they said they would. They lied in his face, they lied through their teeth. They broke every single promise they made. They betrayed his trust and they violated his conscience. They savored his hopes and spat on his dreams. They raped his wishes and denied his soul righteousness. They preyed on his brooding enthusiasm to foster their own selfish will. Mid way his life, he was left running on an empty tank. He was totally drained. Images of his wasted life danced before his mind’s eyes like the elusive images on a 1920’s projector at a village square. Like screen shots of dull images taken during a thunderstorm, fragments of each of the botched and squandered opportunities of his inglorious life flashed across his memory in back and forth motion making him dizzy. They siphoned the life out of him, they worked and tormented him like a slave owner. And when he had no more to offer, they vomited him out of the system. Like Jonah out of the fish’s belly he was left at the edge of his life’s finish line. He was left there to dry and pass on like many others before him. He was bitter. The was strewn with rage. He knew who they were and he told me. He told me their name. he said they are the Government. Government was what they called them. Government is their name. They are the government!