Month: May 2014

Is society really the Black girls’ ally?

“A group of young African girls going missing will not be more than a hashtag to many people because they do not feel affected. To a girl in Joburg, this injustice means nothing to her because “they aren’t here” and she cannot fathom the occurrence of such a thing, therefore she will feel no specific way about it. To a man in Gaborone, who wants to throw in his 2 cents yet lacks empathy, his biggest concern is just how to crack the right joke that will incorporate the “hot topic” yet still have his signature humour to go with it. There’s someone in Zimbabwe who’ll retweet it to a follower in Ghana who’ll Favourite it then DM the tweet to a friend in Lagos and so it goes.”

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How I Ended Up As An Extra On A Seedy Amateur Porn Set

When I venture out into the world I usually find myself [mildly inebriated and] shocked by human behaviour. See, I honestly believe I end up in the weirdest places witnessing the most heinous things. I am partly to blame for the evil I witness, in all fairness.  In a bid to attempt to not be the party pooper once in a while, I go against my gut feeling [Not the one that tells me to prove my dominance to every living thing, the one that tells me to go home. Now] and follow my friends to events I’d really rather not attend to see people I would rather avoid.  It’s my one good deed for the month, every month.

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Knowing my weakness for beer after a grueling writing session [Or whenever I’m awake, really] a friend, Vuyo, asked me to go to our favourite bar together.  I am not one to turn down a drink, nor an opportunity to tell Vuyo of the tragedies that constantly befall me, so I got ready and trudged to the spot, bank card in hand just in case I didn’t know when to stop. As I was about to enter the establishment he called to inform me that we would in fact be heading to another location, and since I was already there, and there was beer where we were going, I begrudgingly got into Vuyo’s friend’s car along with Vuyo’s latest Person Of Interest and some girl.

Off we went. First to get more liquor then to drop off Vuyo’s Person Of Interest who said she wasn’t “mentally prepared” for company. And then to the location we raced.

We arrived to find approximately 7 people sitting outside the house, drinking.  Two Black girls, two Portuguese guys and three other Black guys. So all in all there were 10 of us.  One of the girls, Pearl, a hefty, loud woman [The Ad companies would love her] was absolutely lovely. Although far from attractive,you could tell she was the life of the party. We smoked together as she perved over one of the Portuguese guys, Sean.  Sean was possibly the most striking man there, although he looked like a teenager and was dressed like one he had a gorgeous face. When we asked him his age he replied “24” to which Pearl said “Yes, baby. I could give you 25 strokes!” to my amusement.

As the sun began to set the two other girls left with some of the guys.  They got in the car and in the midst of all the farewells Sean started lip locking with one of the girls who’d previously claimed she had no interest in any sort of male, at all.  As we all turned to stare in disbelief some guy pulled out his phone and recorded the whole sordid thing. It felt like I’d stepped into a time machine and gone back to house parties we had when we were in High School, drunk off cheap liquor, the taste of freedom and arousal.  Except she wasn’t drunk and seemed to love the camera’s attention.  What purpose the footage will serve is still unknown.

So it was Pearl, Vuyo, Sean, Sean’s older brother Gordon and some guy they called Manxane. Gordon was absolutely shitfaced. I had a feeling he was drinking to forget something, really that was the only viable reason for anyone to purposefully get that drunk. He could hardly stand, one of his eyes was half shut, he had blood on his right hand and yet he still kept on asking for more liquor. Pearl kept on drinking and making sexual advances towards the Sean. Sean, who initially wasn’t interested, seemed to have decided that he would be an idiot to pass up on Pearl, and so he started encouraging her. [It turns out him and his brother had made a bet that one could pick up more girls than the other, and Sean was kinda sorta winning as Gordon was knocking on Heaven’s door.]

It got dark and the lights went on as we still sat outside. Pearl was swaying [read: rubbing crotches] with Sean, Vuyo and I were smoking and Gordon struggled to keep his good eye open.  At some point Gordon stumbled towards Sean and tried to get his attention, but Sean was obviously preoccupied and I don’t know how, but when we turned back around we stumbled onto what looked like an opening scene from a bad interracial porno.

Pearl was sandwiched between the two brothers, one nuzzling her neck and the other marveling at the size of her ass.  She was gyrating in between them  and giggling, beer in hand. See it wasn’t the scene that made my nipples shrink, it was the dialogue.

Pearl alternated between doing her best drunk Marilyn Monroe impersonation and imitating a drunk Colored woman a la Trevor Noah.  Sean and Gordon, although as far as I can tell not Colored, ran with it and kept on saying things like “We’re gonna goe you this here” while grabbing their crotches.

I was shocked.

This really happens!

It looked liked some crass combination of race play and depravity.

You weren’t sure if it was going to turn into a threesome or if they were going to make her serve them beer on a tray placed on her behind. It looked like either would have made her ecstatic. For a good half hour or more all you could hear was “I’ve got two Portuguese boys here! Do you want to handle all this? Do you want to get all this Big Mama loving?” and “This one is a nice puta, heh? She’s ready! She’s a ripe puta. Look at how much she wants it!”

I don’t understand how I can avoid such things on the internet then be accosted by them in real life. It felt like a sick joke.

At some point Gordon stumbled away from the duo, obviously not getting as much attention as he’d hoped, slouched next to one of the parked cars and blacked out. After trying to keep his erection at bay for an hour or so Sean finally decided he was gonna take the plunge.  He adjusted his pants and turned away from Pearl [who had now become Big Mama, said in a Cape Colored accent] and asked Vuyo for a condom. After acquiring it he half ran to Pearl and showed her the condom, “Let’s go baby, it’s time,” he said, trying to pull her towards the house and into the bedroom.

But Pearl refused.

Not so much in a stern “No” way, but it was an evident objection. She came up with excuse after excuse as to why she didn’t want to go to bed with him. “I want a cigarette,” she’d exclaim then run about looking for one. After the cigarette was smoked “Don’t you wanna drink more? Let’s drink.” I recognized all the excuses a girl clings to in order to avoid sex with someone she decided she actually doesn’t want to sleep with but then what confused me was the fact that she was more than willing to let him fondle her in front of us. I decided that maybe she was an exhibitionist or something.

“Come here, little boy. Come make mommy feel nice and then we’ll go. Come,” she’d coo and he’d come running, erection leading him on. He pushed her up against the car she was leaning on and started dry humping her in full view of everyone, next to his brother’s unconscious body. You could feel the tension and hear his heavy breathing over the conversations we were trying to carry on.

At some point a window opened but we thought nothing of it as we all tried to pretend the situation wasn’t as awkward and gross as it was. Sean got up off of Pearl, slithered between the car and her body and started stroking her body from behind her. Her ecstatic squeals permeated our conversations when she tried to contribute to them. Sean tried to pull her towards the room again but she insisted on another cigarette and as she smoked, he pulled up her t-shirt and started stroking her belly and breasts, while she giggled and called him a “naughty boy”.

There was a giggle from behind us and we turned to see a little girl at the window, box of milk in hand staring at the pair intently. She wasn’t confused, nor was she amused, really she was simply intrigued. Turns out she was Manxane’s younger sister and when he complained that his sister was watching  and they should get a room Sean yelled to the child “Ei, go to fucking sleep,” then laughed and turned to Manxane and said “Why isn’t she going to sleep? Doesn’t she know she should listen to a White man?” then went back to kissing Pearl.

I was stunned.

Is this how the world is or did I just go to the wrong place at the wrong time?

At this point I was still fairly inebriated yet completely aware of my surroundings. [I live this life so you guys don’t have to, really.] Vuyo, to whom I’d been complaining the whole evening about the human rights violations I was sure were happening around us told me that I should simply “adapt” to the situation and everything within my Soul said “No.”

I prayed.  I didn’t know  what else to do and I appealed to all the known deities and ancestors to guide me and keep my Soul from being tarnished by all that I’d witnessed. At some point the little girl ran out into the little circle that we’d made outside, stared at the pair that was still recreating soft core porn in front of us, then the passed out Portuguese guy on the floor and at each of us individually.

All I could come up with when her eyes landed on me was “This is not how life really is, little girl. Don’t let this happen,” as her brother scooped her up and rescued her from Sodom and Gomorrah and took her into the safety of their home.

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