The Dreadlocked Barber

EPISODE 5

CHAPTER 7

The numerous glasses of ale that Thompson and Lydia took the previous night seemed not to have had a depressant impact on their drunken bedroom grinds, neither did it have any bearing on their morning after sobriety nor conscience as regard whatever was to come after. The two intimate partners took to the shower together bright and early as they preferred to vacate the premises earlier than they had done the day that was. From the cover picture, it appeared vivid that the two were obsessed with each other. However, only God knew if at all there was an existence of stretch, honesty, sincerity and good faith in their sudden and turbulent romantic explosion. It could not be doubted that Thompson had fallen and looked like heading towards an unprecedented relationship shift. It remains to be seen whether he was going to have Lydia pregnant, let alone going to erase her husband Joshua from the future scenes of her marital life. On the flipside, there were no guarantees that Thompson’s pedophile lifestyle was suddenly going to grind to a halt. Furthermore, were his secret casual lovers, like Anisha, going to take it lightly as Lydia disenfranchise them all of a sudden? Only time will tell, but as it stood, it did not need one to be a rocket scientist to ascertain that there was something abnormal about Thompson’s usual mannerisms. It neither needed one to be a psychology graduate, nor a prophet to tell that there was some conspicuous behavioural change on his part.

The bath that Thompson and Lydia decided to take together did not come to end without some creepy intimate indulgence. The two maniacs who had gotten in with the intention of beating their previous time found themselves tub thumping time consumingly. However, their spontaneous appetite for one another was accompanied by a realization that s*x was not the only issue on their things to do list.

“We will do this again later darling; I have clients checking in early for final touches on their unfinished heads,” said Thompson in appeal.

“I understand Thom, but drop me by my gate, I don’t need a taxi driver’s escort but yours darling” she said appealingly as she rapped herself in a towel.

“No worries, but we got to make it fast since I also need to pass by my place to change clothes Lydia” he replied understandably.

The two did not take time before they were ready for their compelling departure. As they checked out Thompson handed an unidentified rand note he was clenching to the front officer.

“See you, will be back later” he extended his valedictions as they walked past side by side. Lydia could only wave smilingly.

“Thanks a lot, see you when you call again” she replied with a broad smile registering her appreciation for the offered tip as they walked out.

Thompson was always a man of his words. He always made sure that he kept all the promises he made without waiting to be reminded. Upon passing, he parted with another token of thanks as he informed the security detail by the entrance gate that he would honour the drink promise he had made to his colleague whom he had replaced at 6 bells when he returns. The jovial guard waved thankfully as Thompson drove off. As per his impatient habit, he blew the horn of his Cressida to signal his frustration at a dragging vehicle that was in front of him. Being peak hour, it was not easy to overtake since the parallel lane was extremely busy with fast flowing oncoming traffic. The driver of the vehicle that was in front had to pave way by steering his Honda Ballade to the extreme shoulder of the road. He drove past with blistering speed whist playing Rick Ross’s “You The Boss” full blast. Lydia had decided to sit on the rear seat, and at that particular juncture, the two had fallen into induced silence as the deafening car radio music took over.

“These traffic lights suck” he registered his indignation as he reduced the radio volume as he concurrently applied breaks amid approaching a red light governed junction.

“They are important as they help reduce road accidents darling” she said with a sigh of relief upon their sudden halt. Out of realization, she had earlier on indicated that she would never sit in front whilst Thom is behind the steering wheel for fear of her life.

Lydia’s husband, Joshua was a gentle, cautious and responsible driver. After realizing that the mentioning of his name had led to a sudden mood swing on the part of Thom the previous night, she was compelled into inhibition by applying the knowledge that history repeats itself because people never learn. Upon seeing Thompson flying past other vehicles, she felt relieved for having chosen to sit on the back seat, though the initial and intended design was not influenced by safety but privacy. Most women and girls believe taking to the rear seat of boyfriend rides provide them some leverage of getaway as regard explanations to whomever it may concern. In any case, nothing is concealable before the Supreme Big Brother. No matter, how smart one is at playing it under covers, everything lies bare before his watchful eyes.

Lydia had to plead with Thompson to exercise restraint after he had requested for a farewell kiss by the gate of her Soberlands matrimonial residence.

“Wrong place Thom” she uttered as she shook her head in refusal of such indulgence.

“No problem, will give you shout soon” he yielded disappointedly as Lydia threw the car door open to step out of the car.

The Cressida took off with fearsome noise as Thompson headed for his place to change his clothes before going to the saloon. As he roared off Lydia could just shake her head in wonder given that the vehicle got into motion at more or less the same time as she closed the door. Without observation of the corner stop of the street, Thompson made a ferocious turn to his left and all that could be heard was the vehement sound of the beast cruising off like a motorsport fast car. If speeding was the only criterion for the Grand Prix, then Thompson could have stood a good chance because of paddling his accelerator to its limit willy-nilly. However, the Lewis Hamiltons and Sebastian Vettels have proven to be equipped with exceptional defensive skills to cushion themselves from unseen mishaps. Above all, their race cars are tailormade for such speeds, let alone the rubbed tarmacs are exclusively earmarked for such volatile drills, not mentioning the millions that they stand to pocket for their stunts. In all honest, Thompson needed to exercise caution on the roads. Life was a gift so precious to be recklessly tempered with. Being month end, most roads would get more perilous than ever, at the same time, the saloon was bound to continue on its extra busy mode. In Thompson’s disposition, more haste less speed, found itself being substituted and replaced by no guts no glory.