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THE JILTED CASANOVA AND HOW HE FELL (TEMPTATION)

As the evening passes, it comes with a sudden rush of silent pleasures, hidden in the character of certain powers afraid to kill the night, when the day comes the story changes. He was close to the house when she whispered strange offers that were irrefutable in the doors of waited opportunities, he offered both hands, always gallant and recalcitrant to the tempers that howl the night! Hidden in the night are dreams that shows respite! This Casanova feels the beat of every movement from her waist and some invisible drummers increasing the rhythm from her to his heart, all the groups of both accompaniment calling on the pleasures in his neighbourhood!

          The bait has taken the trap captive and in ecstasy the price is always exorbitant, the offence of the sacred public holds dwindling distaste to a rude anomaly, he may be the imprudent child, given to advances of tasteless pleasures, but this temptation needed to be tempted, the dictates of his eyes is pleasure, unaware of the snares that ties both the serious and curious, he is softer of all men, naive to the ever changing world, he knows this path he has used it many a times, in a cross road he knows where the alley will lead him, if there is no fare to proceed.

          Naive as he was, soft as a velvet he stood confused with a sheepish smile, smiled as a brazen fool, couldn't make a step, his senses dulled to a halt, this senses couldn't warn him he was romancing danger for love is his meal and romance is his epitaph, his attire is outstanding fluid as water, and his quivering eye dancing to dangerous games with the street light, she coils and utter strange madness; he became confused, such confusion sooner degenerates into anger, anger diffused into anxiety mixed in a flurry of emotions. She said '' you are a small boy, you can't handle what I offer'' as happy as a lottery winner his senses again betrayed him into showing her his wealth just to win her trust and she just embraced the sweetest Casanova in a woman! He fell in love, while she walked away with the love and the movement and her beautiful face stole every joy he had as she moved away.

          What he couldn't see, stayed more vacant and vague and though his friends warned him to stay away, he wouldn't listen nor bulge, though his family pleaded he never dared listen! He has fallen and none shall raise him. He never knew how deep he would be stabbed by this temptation which everyone saw and he never did, well they say love is blind! He never believe he could be stabbed by love of which he is a champion, an enigma, a refurbished Casanova who has finally embraced love by tempting the street, he  wanted to prove to her he a superman, the more she hurt him the more he loved her, he caught her sleeping with his best friend and though he saw it, he kept believing they were just naked on the bed! AND SHE WAS BOLD ENOUGH TO TELL him that she as proud of the other guy that isn't interested in her well being, and the hurt of a lover that sees that the future bride isn't interested in the future he has for him.

          Well love and its lies. Just like the cockroach that is always guilty in the presence of fowls! This is the reward that good men get in the game of love, good men and women are always treated unfairly! Unjustly by people whom they devote their love and care for in this world! We as humans have our own weaknesses that we talk about when we are caught in our crimes, why is love always punishing its own? Why is it that when a man gives to love its all, he seems to lose?

          Even the cunning of a retired Casanova is always undone, when he finds love and I ask, could it be that nemesis is a cheat? Or could it be bribed? How does nemesis punish a man who has never cheated on his wife, but the man is cheated or vice versa? The pains of nemesis they say is corrective, how can it inflict such pain on the memory of an innocent man? What is the man's crime? With a boastful wife who spills her exploits with daring audacity, though with humans we have our short comings? And the boastful woman has spelt it to the poor man how she's madly fallen in love with a man who dropped a bed note after their tryst, telling her to love her innocent man, after the man most price asset has been taken! Soiling his innocence and insulting the tenets of love!

                                                            ...TO BE CONTINUED

INEMETUT THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS

          I once had a dream in November, all of it packed with a follow up encounter, that I choose to document if history must have a place in the annals of time. If ever the century will replete or denounce itself in the space of time. In this space every day I pass a certain street, what is sitting at my right? Well i think it is a meeting of some beautiful ladies, chilling the street with rhythm and vibes, but never knew some came with some spirits agitating for whatever. Busy is the schedule and off to buy some airtime to pursue some fallen dreams I was bent on rescuing!

          Here they came! Some to smear, others divided, am I really impressed? Or just confused about questions that are impaling me or rushing adrenaline of the panel of judges about gossips and pillow talks I have no idea of, this isn't a dream no more wake up I must! I actually did, and in reality inemetut the Egyptian queen has ordered lies and madness for lunch, if you must eat with a mad man, then you must have your guns loaded and in this case I didn't even have any weapon, just taken by surprise. I was served a meal that cannot be rejected, you mustn't eat and you mustn't stay alive, dilemma upon dilemma. And the question came, inemetut said you said ''that all of us in the street is tripping for you''...BANG! the cannon has just been shot!

          Other questions demanding answers came fiercely, and rapidly and thy almost spoke at the same time, I've never been this ashamed, adrenaline running wild and I started searching their faces to know that they know. And all my secrets that aren't facts started appraising me with when they must have been out! Did you say that? Have you been drunk? Was it anger? Or jealousy? Was it the need to break up? What this revenge? Was it a hurt? Was it? Was it? The seconds became centuries!...other thoughts came banging my mind and the adrenaline reduced the time and finally I spoke out, please ladies where is Inemetut? Is she in your house and can she say this to my face? Alright sweethearts! Let me dial her number, dialled i did and when she picked and i heralded her with the same anger the ladies spoke, her phone number went dead and later sent a text she is on her way...we waited for good 4 hours before she strutted in like a proud peacock.

          She came with a car with possibly a new acquaintance with jeans made of fingers, blue panties sticking out with the new fashion of sagged jeans, a little hand bag and a turtle neck sweat shirt to cover her goitre, and a beautiful hair ribbon, we spoke first in hushed tones and emotions started flaring, voices were dropped and raised questions provoked more screams and counter shrieks! The atmosphere was charged with anger and in all of this I held my peace, then my question came, ''please dearie can you prove that I actually said this! She didn't look at me, she looked away, Shakily and nervously she  screamed yes! You girls have been talking to him, and recently he asked for a charger from one of you! And we are all women! BANG! This cannon has actually landed on a mine! The house was charged with division, counter accusations rattled like sprinkled bullets, finally the issue wasn't discussed. Apologies were tendered and finally the door opened...I stepped out with the fresh air mopping my hot sweat from a closed room with no air condition.

          All I kept wondering was, why did I even meet this Egyptian princess? This thoughts made me to talk when silence is expected and silent when words are expected, let me be truthful, I've tasted both love and hate, I've abated both assaults and contempt of many princesses, I've graduated from my own school of ideology of never ever dare the lies of a woman! Even though you choose to believe it, do it as a child who believes their parent would accompany them to the moon. All I've ever wondered is why should these beautiful women trade on the avarice of blackmail and expensive lies? All occupations have their hazards, i never knew that with inemetut above all the hazards in love jealous accusations and blackmail is the worst form of love!

          I keep remembering how close we were, i will smile and say some things that starts well doesn't end well...inemetut's lesson is one to get pass a German princess. I don't really understand my romance, first it was blairwardolf, the German princess, never knew the Germans were a bunch of beautiful scams, the relationship never started nor existed as she intoned...my life has been full of princess spoilt as they are with their aristocratic lifestyle. These princesses all have scheme, to execute these schemes coloured faces must be produced, emotions must be dented, that is the show...drama queens.

          I've had my chances and I will never regret how they came to be, forever a lesson has been taught, that jealousy doesn't lead an unguaranteed love, if you must love...don't ever expect any better from any drama queen...for their dramas are full of broken dreams from their broken experiences in life. They will dish water from their bitter wells in a poisoned cistern and beg you to drink and plunge to your dead...inemetut thanks I've learnt