Black mistress

Watermelon

 It goes a long way back, some ten years. All my life I have been looking for a sibling, someone to play with ,and everywhere, everyone I turned, someone always gave me an answer to my search , though, they were often in contradiction and even self -contradicting, I was naive. I was looking for a sibling and trying to see  it in everyone  I call a cartel except  for self question ,which I, and only I, knew I have a  long distance biological brother. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging  of my  expectations to achieve a realization that I am alone in this world, those people I call a friend always turned  out to be the worst mistake I have ever made in life. That was the reason I become a BLACK MISTRESS 

And yet I am no freak of nature ,nor of history .I was in the game, win or loose.I was the one that were tossed. I  am  not ashamed  that  I was  sold for a business  contract . I am only ashamed that I only saw my biological  brother through  audio.I was living  an  audio life  with  him. About  three years ago, I  and  my  brother  united  again after  a  disconnection  which  my  father  insisted on,to  avoid been tracked  down  to death ,little  did  he  know that we can  never be  separated  like the fingers  in  the hand.I  knew  I  was  the  pushing  train  behind  the  saphire 's club.Been the  next  of  kin, no one ever  knew  my  history  which is now in cache,but I wrote down about myself in few  words:

Life has turned me into a dikey, a femme famale. It is just like a wounded bicycle that has no wheel. Chaotic moments have filled up the memories of a cursed bird that is caged in a cave, mangled with unbreakable chains. Oooh  I would never forget the symbolic events of a maniacal, nubile and a world forsaken duchess. It seems I am the villain in a movie forgiven by the hero. 

    Life is like a game, that one has to lose and win. Alteration occurs with fortunate and unfortunate card to play with my history, my pride. My destiny, my downfall. Are we fated by nature or destiny? 

Or am I going to keep battling with the reflection of life? Oh yes!! Because I have not kill the hawk with my bare hands. The hawk that cursed me, bring abandonment,isolation,cumbersome,what else could I mention? Right now I am rancorous. 

        Why life? What about love? Love is stupidity. An action of selfless control .The fool that disguised one into been fictitious wise. 

        What am I insinuating? Am inane right? Feisty like an eagle,.A cipher,am cursed by nature. What have I done in my former life, that karma has to saunter my soul and symbolic events of life in a placate but dastardly and punitive way. 

     What enormous garland would I deserve? Would life decide to throw the tribute to my face? Or should I airily romance the noble skin of thou self. We own ourselves, we control our destiny and fate. Nature made the way, we choose the desired path,.Circumstances follows. A journey that is indefinite. 

I was never left out in inheriting the irrestible charming features  of  a  goddess .I  am  a  s*x  addict not a p********e , loves and  enjoy  the  pleasure .My brother was the only one presence  beside my  dad's death  bed. My foster  parents  never  allowed me  to say a proper  goodbye to  my father,although  I dislike my  father for a reason,for the fact that he put  me  up  for sale.The day  he died ,my brother  recorded his last words  to  me, which  I listened over  and over whenever I am distressed or depressed. It  was an encouraging words ,which  have  kept me  through  tough times. 

Luckily, I am a citizen of three countries of  different  continent, it is a privilege of freedom for the future,born in the USA, fatherland  is Nigeria and was sold out to south Korea. 

From the stories my father always told me  whenever  he visits , my grandfather was  sold into s*****y eighty five years ago to the united  States of  America. It was a blessing  in  disguise , but  he  has  to  suffer  a  little  while.He  was  into s*****y  for  five  years until he escaped and met  a  German  friend ,whom helped him get a  green card.The  transformation of  grass to grace  of my  grandfather  to  my  father, the  grace  encroached  to  I  and  my  brother. 

Turning twenty-one, I  had no choice but to relocate and  detach myself from  my  foster  parents to feel the closeness to my biological brother .I  knew  I had the privilege  to be idle for a whole  year and still recieve triple  of the amount gamblers stalked in  a game.

Observing the Fischer's  building  and every homo sapiens of the family, I  can decipher  each  of their  next  step, it took  me two weeks  to get everything inorder .Mr  Benjamin get sexually aroused when hugged  from  the back, planned was already  sucessfully until the wife showed up , standing in front of the iron magnetic door, holding the door  handle preventing the door from closing