Many of you my friends have asked about me writing a book, so today I share a little snippet of what I am working on. Your critique and thoughts will be appreciated, so here goes: The Minister leaned back into the couch and lustfully watched Vuyis shapely backside as she walked out the room to go attend to her duties in the kitchen. It had been a tough meeting with the President, who was demanding results and asking ever more difficult questions. The crowd protesting outside the Union Buildings had not helped his mood either. But arriving here and being welcomed at the door by a smiling Vuyi, who respectfully bowed, before leading him to the plush leather couch and removing his shoes before serving him his favourite single malt whiskey had helped him relax. The aromas emanating from the kitchen also served as a tonic for his troubled mind. The Minister could not help but smile to himself. He had really struck it lucky where Vuyi was concerned, it was rare to find a 23 year old girl who knew how to serve her man, many of Vuyis peers were into this nonsensical emancipation of women nonsense. Actually now that he thought about it even his wife and her circle of friends and comrades in the Womens League were talking womens rights, womens rights se moer, thought the Minister. It was on seeing himself on the television screen that the Minister forced himself out of his reverie and focused on what the reporter was saying. Even so the Minister could not help but smile at how he had kept his face blank as he walked out of the Union Buildings, pausing at the top of the stairs to look down at the crowd of protesters before being ushered into his SUV. Never once did his face give away his distaste for the unwashed masses who had the gall to protest outside the seat of government. It was as the camera panned across the crowd of placard wielding, toyitoying protesters that the Minister suddenly sat bolt upright, breaking out in a cold sweat...the unsmiling face of the man standing in the crowd, not moving at all, just staring straight ahead, not chanting slogans or singing struggle songs but staring straight ahead. His face the proverbial mask of defiance... They told me he was dead. whispered the Minister, How dare they lie to Themba Mzizi, they told me he was dead!
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 05:40:53 +0000
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