The Crossroads

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a man tells his story about women and beer

Submitted: December 05, 2014

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Submitted: December 05, 2014



I never cease to wonder and I’m always amazed by the way it crosses my mind and almost abruptly vanishes into thin air like a wounded ghost- the first of its kind. The events of that fateful day were so absurd and funny whilst at the same time they were ghastly and breathtaking. Up to now I don’t understand why I could take such a risk neither do I believe it was I that did such a terrible thing?

As I walked from Churchill my presumed place of work, I was thinking, meditating and contemplating on the recent events of that day. The manager’s reaction for the past weeks had grown utterly disheartening. My mind was in a somewhat flickering motion racing to and fro the places between stress and depression. I headed towards Svikai my current and not to be homestead. All the drama began when I decided to pass by Ma Gina’s place only to tickle my neck with three to four bottles of palm wine only to stiffen it with a scud of homemade brewery. I made it a point to say I could go for three months without paying rent but I could not go for three days without having a taste of beer.

I made straight for Ma Gina’s taking in and digesting some of the problems I thought I had. Out of the blue a thought struck my mind. I started to think like I never did in my 31 year old life- I saw the necessity of a woman in my house for I already had beer in my life. The thought struck me and left and this saw my arrival at Ma Gina’s.

‘’John, the man who dies of excess is here.’’ Ma Gina said teasingly.

‘’If I don’t die of excess then the word cannot match up to describe me so they need another word more than excess to describe me.’’ I said approvingly.

The fact that I drank doesn’t mean that I wanted to but that I was the man who someday was to die of excess. For a moment I thought about the woman thing but sooner or later my pride took charge of me. I wondered what I needed a woman for- it was simply a waste of money and time for my favourite subject, beer. I sat in the shebeen, three full hours, thinking. I got very drunk to an extent that ‘’women’’ became my first name. All the people around could see that some sort of horrible thought was in my mind at least to me it was horrible. And then it happened, she walked in, Ma Gina’s new maid. The most fearsome thing happened in my life – I became dreadfully sober. For the first time, I had the guts to look at a woman face to face, not that I had the courage but because I simply could not remove my eyes from her exquisite face. I did not bide a wee but made straight for her confident enough to say hallo. Once she gave me her sweet hallo I started hocus-pocusing when she stretched her hand to receive mine I started trembling from the bones and when she smiled at me I made straight for the door and went home without another word.

These were the crossroads one came from beer and another led to women. That very day I decided to leave beer rather I swapped beer for women. First came Grace followed by Mary, Susan, Beauty and the list goes on. One characteristic I had be it on women, beer, money and even jokes was that I was the man who was going to die of excess.

As these thoughts were ejected from my mind I stood up from the shade of the mango tree under which I was resting and moved to my house to meet my wife and four jovial sons. I felt the absence of two things in my life as I turned the door knob- excess and beer. I guess the man who someday would die of excess never knew or tasted excess just as excess could not define him.

This is the story of the crossroads- my crossroads.

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