Son Of The Soil...part 1

there is no better time than the present to start a story of old. this is no ordinary story...it is the true account of a grieving son and his quest to see evil sought justice come to light. 
the wind seemed to blow ever so softly on my face. the crowd that had gathered to witness my execution was beyond definition. here was the man who had killed their beloved saviour, their black Jesus. I'm about to die anyway so let's leave the formal introductions for those who don't have a noose staring at them menacingly.

i killed a man, a man who was adored by all and yet it seemed i was the only one who had come to hate him. the saddest part is, he was my father. there are several who believe i was mad or possessed to have even thought of such a deed, yet they claim to know him, the man i stabbed and stood over as he took his final anguished breath. i have no excuse what i did and i do not seek your sympathy, i just want to be heard. i would have to start from the very beginning...

a boy was born on day of the first ever documented eclipse. he was the only male child born that day and the only child to survive to see the dawn of the next morning. in this little village, veneration of would be lesser gods was the norm and this occurrence was seen as a bad omen. had the child not been born in the family of the high priest of the land, he would have definitely been killed and his whole family exiled to rid the land of foul spirits. the high priest was his grand father. 

Love...part 5

everything starts beautifully...most of the time. the first night we spent together was...blissful... to say the least. we felt two high school kids...like it was our first time...ever! we sat in her room, side by side, looking at the floor. the carpeting had a soothing appeal to it, it looked like it was calling to me, offering me advice on what to do next...whispering calmly, silently, barely vibrating through my legs to my brain...it felt awkward but at the same time i felt so freaking confident of what was about to happen...and then her room mate bursts in... !@#$%^&*... can't say what i thought, too graphic for my younger audience. Awkward silence filled the room us we stared at each other. "oh, ma bad now!" she said, blushing through her very dark skin.

Now where was i before that... let's just go on... it was by far the best sex i had ever had as in the last three months i had been everywhere and before this i thought i had done everything. whoever thought it wise to translate the Karma Sutra to English was a genius... she did things... and made me do things...things which would...the thought alone would kill your grandparents...
and i enjoyed every bit of it and all i wanted was more, my wishes were answered every time and anytime, everywhere and anywhere... and by God! it was glorious!

i guess it was all my fault but every good thing comes to an end sometime... how many guys actually get fed up or bored or just want some time for themselves when their relationship is at it's sexual and emotional peak. i speak for myself when i say i don't do emotional very well, especially when everything was going my way and i thought, as dumb as i was, it would stay this way forever.

now everyone on campus had a fair idea who was dating who and whatever was considered kosher was also considered fair game. so rumours were  just a normal occurrence...simply put, everyone was in everyone's business. the rumour mill had it that i was the most desirable bachelor and this was after i started dating Ij. now every girl and even grown women were after my hide... i was overwhelmed with such attention. i had never seen and or been the center of attention and it went straight to my head, it made me complacent and arrogant

i started "entertaining other women. come on! it was easy. i was on every campus party poster. i was basically royalty... and i didn't hide it. i went round shagging everything in a skirt... at first i was concerned if Ij found out but soon i didn't even care... this went on until the end of the semester when i left to the UK for a week to satisfy my Obroni...come now, she also needed some loving...