A Chronicle of Encounters of Synthetic Creatures

[Abtigiis]

A Chronicle of Encounters of Synthetic Creatures

 

(A short story)

 

Far from the surreal persona she achieved in the emotionally rewarding Cyber world, Ifrax’s real foibles remained wonderfully unobtrusive beneath the patina of ascribed social virtue, of being a pugilist for the right of the oppressed women- from the day she registered for false mutability. How the dry and dusty bowels of Boholaha, the entombing, sweltering underworld of Fakinka Hargiesa have yielded such an advocate for the weak and wronged is mind-boggling.

 

She is the vibrant honeycomb of women - single women- who cannot marry. A distinguished constituent of working independent women industry! An industry that gives Ifrax and her comrades, a sense of imagined liberated community, away from the values of patriarchy that harshly fails and faults them. In the main, it is a well-educated, mobile, cosmopolitan, and even nubile but unmarried community which is quite fecund both in terms of western lexicon and lingo of women’s fraternity (or is it maternity?).

 

The slogan is ‘sister’. The pageant, a torrent of fashionable ideas. All to give the image of trendy modernity!

 

What she longed for, which was the feminine life in its ordinary and up-lip-sticked form, she didn’t get it. Never after that man, Jamaal, treated her like scrap meant for the social rejects - not for him, the respected gentleman of chivalric lineage. She cried for three consecutive days and nights, nonstop. His words, ten years ago, resonate in her ears every minute of the day.

 

“Why did I, scavenger like, pick such foul carrion in the first place? Merely, because it is on the veld, unclaimed?”

 

All because her ‘udder’ didn’t fit his fists? And he reacted so badly when she protested against his insinuations, by way of humming after a nasty song from East Africa.

 

Now, how can they call my death, a death?

A death! An ordinary death! A dignified end!

O! Me! I died without ever seeing (Even for a single day)

An incisive protuberance on the chest of my wife

Only a lump of meat where milk is excreted

For the nourishment of the young,

Never made for the comfort of my hands

 

She, and many like her, discerned real material for a viable women-led political movement from embittered dross spat by the male-dominated world.

 

If Camouflage, - the ideal but synthetic gentleman of the cyber world, born out of the illusory ornamented words without face of this virtual estate, is to help her once more. She knows she can rely on him. Or his vulgar Dog, which will only need a sumptuous morsel and pat from the master to break the leash, leap out and strangle those naïve enough to pour their humanising peculiarities and proclivities into the virtual world. The Dog,they say privately, suffers from a presentiment of hubris, an overbearing sense of ending consequent upon upsetting the minnows and the mighty in equal measure, with his aberrant thoughts and sense of humour.

 

Camouflage is a wife beater at home, and an agony aunt of sort in the ‘celestial’ world of the internet. His furious fumes against those who infringe on social decorum reaches the targeted ones and scalds even those quite afar. He got a fame, of being the fair and the feared, that he did not need to validate, the way the proverbial cavern that once housed a big snake acquires lasting awesome terribleness. One fumbles to fathom how he reinvented himself as an enticing foil to the insignificant rabble who chant evanescent odes of the yesteryears.

 

“Why can’t he be so nice at home as he is elsewhere?” his wife remonstrates with the neighbours. Neighbours who are befuddled by what they hear of the man; befuddled to a point of becoming unhinged.

 

These days, he has become an ultra-supporter of the gender argument Ifrax et al, would want to spit, so readily, onto those who cross their ways. The friendship is based on mutual enjoyment of ‘cognate’ ideas, common passions, ever more congealed by the salacious laughter on her end, of being wanted, loved, cared about, lavishly confirmed with his extravagant coquetry.

 

So, the date finally arrived when the love shared through the thin air for long will bloom in flesh and spirit. The rendezvous was set. It will happen in the land of the Romans- Rome.

 

..........To be Continued.

[NGONGE]

^^

Looking forward to the second part.

[nuune]

..........To be Continued.

You deserve medal when you bring the second part, the amount of sheekooyin you said to be continued and you never finished them!

 

 

Greta read though

[Nephissa]

So, the date finally arrived when the love shared through the thin air for long will bloom in flesh and spirit.

Yikes! can't wait the 'up close and personal' part II. hurry..

 

Xayeeysiis Xayeeysiis:

 

Waa sheeko xiiso leh. Waxaa ku jira kufsasho, dhac, dil & boob. Ha moogaanina.

[Jacaylbaro]

loooooooooooooooool@Neph .......

 

Great story waaryaa A&T but i'll be disappointed if you don't post the second part.