It’s raining now! I hate the freaking rain. That smell that rises when the droplets hit the dry and thirsty ground, petrichor! It turns my tummy upside-down. That cool breeze that comes before the rain. The cooling effect. It’s a hate love relationship with the rain. Natures own air conditioner. However this chill triggers my nicotine cravings. The shaking of the hand and that sweet rush from the first drag. I love my life.
However with the rain comes the 2 metre umbrella carrying, long heel wearing sisters who try to look fresh all the time in the hood. There is nothing funnier than watching that one sister trying to scurry for cover under a Mango tree because that umbrella cannot protect her no more. Fuck yeah, naiwa! It’s always these little missies who suffer in these times. The weather would have turned their blessers back to their houses and into the warm arms of their wives. No more Merc rides, its just you and your gumboghinis and a rowdy kombi ride.
Im watching this one sister skipping small pools of muddy water. Yes, muddy. The city council forgot to lay tarred road on this section of the city. Welcome to the ghetto. Now back to this fake Gucci stilettos wearing sister, she tries to be all that. No guy on my street can get to her. She is the Madonna of fools. Her elderly sex companion used to drop her by the house during the hot days of October. Now it’s either his Mercedes Benz can no longer manoeuvre in these constantly deepening potholes or he has finally realised that rushing home to do a lib moment with his wife is a more better idea. It’s cold though. I understand.
That’s not my story though. I can’t seem to remember which important thing I wanted to tell you. Fuck! Let’s try this again next week. For now every drag of this Everest matters and I’m waiting patiently for this sister to break a heel and taste the waters!
ININI
