THE BEGINING
8 January 2020
Dear Devil
Later on that Saturday I went to Agiel’s place with the intention of borrowing computer games. When I got to his place, he was sitting with five other goons smoking marijuana. I remembered my parent’s earlier conversation. Like a well nurtured kid, I greeted them and told Agiel why I came to see him. He invited me to his room. However, before he took me to his room one of the lads shared one of the driest joke I have ever heard. To my surprise the boys laughed their lungs out until they were running short of breath. I didn’t know that marijuana was that strong. “You should try it,” you whispered Lucifer. “Guys, the way that I love reading is out of this f* world, I tell you.” We became attentive. “You know toilet paper is freaking expensive right. So yesterday, I went to the toilet for ‘a burial ceremony’ with a newspaper.” Before he even finished sharing the joke, two of the guys were already laughing. Who does that? “Let him finish,” Agiel protested displaying a huge grin on his face. His eyes were now small and his whole face looked puffed-up. “As I was sitting, I started reading an article about the legalisation of marijuana by the government. I tell you, that article was so informative and well-articulated that I decided to wipe my black butt with my hands than to wipe it with that invaluable piece of knowledge and flush it away” What the……!
The boys laughed. Maybe my sense of humour is damaged. I didn’t find anything funny that made these boys laugh their lungs out as they did. The laughter was so noisy and irritating, it sounded like that of a thousand drunkards in a cheap township beer hall. It was so loud and long that I ended up laughing at them. Agiel took me to his room. Stuck on his door on the outside was a big sign written in red bold capital letters, KNOCK BEFORE YOU ENTER; ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. I didn’t understand the message until I got settled in his room. There was this choking whiff that filled the whole room making it very difficult to breathe. The windows were closed, and the curtains were dark and filthy. The room was embarrassingly dusty and replete of spider webs. In one of the top corners of the roof I saw a nest! Birdy was actually building her shelter in Agiel’s room from the outside! His bed was crying for attention. It looked like it hadn’t been touched for weeks. The blankets and the sheets were dirty, hanging half way down. A lot of used condoms, girls’ panties and used wet wipes were lying all over the floor. Close to where I was sitting was a 2litre container of cooking oil full of urine. I felt like I was sitting in a pigsty.
All four walls of the room were covered with wallpapers of naked women of different races, shapes and sizes. What’s heart breaking the most is, some of these pictures were of children way below the age of 18 who are used as sex objects in pornographic materials. “Christian,” he asked, with a deep calm voice, “How old are you buddie? “I am 15 years old,” I answered clearing my throat. “I always see you coming from school with some nice lil’ mamas with nice curvy hips, fine ass, juicy lips and small Asian eyes. Are you hitting on ‘em yellow bones or you are just a girl guide?” he continued. His was voice sounding too calm and audible for a person who was goofed. I thought marijuana was supposed to make one hyper active?
I hate to be wrong.
“No, those are my classmates. And by the way, what is a girl guide,” I asked curiously. “A girl guide is a toothless bulldog,” said the knave. “I am lost now,” I replied. I was becoming a bit uncomfortable with the conversation because I somehow knew where it was heading. Moreover, he wasn’t even looking for the computer games I came for. He was just sitting on his computer looking at pictures of ebony naked women! “Young father,” he replied, “A girl guide is a boy who spends most of his time with a girl he has a crush on but is afraid to “bang” her. A toothless bulldog is a harmless man. He has a penis but he only uses it to pee,” I was offended. He laughed. I felt like he knew I had a crush on Martha and I was afraid to tell her how much I wanted to feel her body next to mine. “So what do you do when you feel horny?” he asked, with that devilish smile on his face. I could see he was enjoying the conversation. “Enough!” I replied angrily. “Aww did I strike a nerve bro? You are a cheeky little goody-goody. Anyway its ain’ your fault, I know the reason why you got so cheeky quickly. You are suffering from HSP- High Sperm Pressure. As a hungry man is quick to anger, so is a horny man too.” This time he laughed like a clown, a typical Joker. I stood. “You must wank my guy and release that pressure if it’s hard for you to get laid, otherwise you will die of penile cancer.” He laughed harder. I took one step to hit the road. “There is nothing embarrassing, about ‘self-service,’ everybody is doing it. I am doing it, your brother as well and your parish priest too!” I stormed out of the room. “Hey Chris, don’t get angry and rush off in a huff, can’tchu see I’m trying to help you… Hey Christ! What about the games you came for my Lord?”
Dear devil, I remember how you kept on repeating the last three statements your ‘twin brother’ said before I left his room. ‘You must wank and release that sexual pressure…’ For sure I was feeling it. ‘There’s nothing embarrassing…’ Is it? ‘Everybody is doing it…’ You repeated those statements in my head until you convinced me to look for a pornographic video in my brother’s computer to watch. Yes! Gilroy the seminarian, had a secret folder labelled ‘Catholic Hymns’ that contained hundred gigabytes of pornographic videos. What the hack was this pervert doing at the seminary? Was he genuine? Who am I to judge after all? But wait a minute, hundred gigabytes of pornographic material for a novitiate... hundred? We are talking about close to plus one hundred pornographic videos for a man of God. What for? Like I said who am I to judge? Lucifer, you convinced me into believing that watching porn was the best way to learn how to please a woman in bed and masturbation was the best way to release the sexual pressure I have been bottling for quite a long time. I succumbed to your ideas and that night I masturbated until my penis was swollen and sore. This was the beginning of my journey as a sex addict! PRE-ORDER THE FULL COPY! TEXT ON +27 67032 8058 FOR PAYMENT DETAILS.