The Day of the Milky-Girl

[Abtigiis]

The Day of the Milky-Girl

 

Jimmy was solely focused on the keyboard as his head rhythmically oscillated with the song. He played ‘Rainy nights in Georgia’ with such fervour that you would think he was the one who thought ‘it was raining all over the world’, to take a line from the lyrics of the Song. The diners in Aladdin’s restaurant clapped softly from time to time in appreciation as they continued to sip from their drinks and eat the sizzling Armenian dishes on their tables.

 

At table six, the man who invited the five others to a get-together dinner dominated the discussion for the night. All others around the table seemed to follow his endless stories with a mix of frayed acceptance and disguised contempt, as he morphed from unrivalled political pundit to accomplished anthropologist who can dissect like a surgeon the intricacies of Somali tribal lineages and inter and intra-clan historical feuds and alliances.

 

Lessons on heuristics abounded and the loquacious man went on in details how he once saved a prominent Somali politician from embarrassment in a foreign land only to be betrayed by the same man later. The men found little humour in the inexhaustible prattle but none protested.

 

Abdi Sulub, in the adjacent table has a more serious business to attend to. Tonight, he has to undress and sleep with this pompous self-declared independent girl, who kept on criticising Somali-men for not being this or that, and for doing that or this. The thirty-two year Cudbi was not particularly good-looking; in fact, Abdi-sulub was wondering about his fate and how he ended up picking her from all the beauties in the streets. According to her, she was a very confident lady, who proved wrong many others who took her for granted.

 

‘The pursuit of love is like falconry’ says Gil Vicente. For Abdi-Sulub, Falconry entails an element of randomness and adventure. That is why for him, it is more of grab whatever you could lay your hands on. From the street tea vendor to the widowed naag-dhexe who is better off economically because the deceased husband left her a fortune; his preys are heterogeneous in looks, age and status. Only a year ago, his wife hit his heard with wagar when she found him in their kitchen molesting the new young maid. For someone who is the son of the Suldaan of a big family like reer dooxa-Garasley, it was despicable he often finds himself in such positions. And he often gets away with his sexual plunders courtesy of the local Xeer.

 

'Let us not shame the reer Suldaan' was the advice often given by toady clan members whose real interest was to continue to receive the pilferages the rich Suldaan often gave them in exchange for recognition. The Suldaan-ship was not bequeathed to him by his parents; instead he bought if after having been a local successful exporter of Xoolaha-nool.

 

Yahye, Abdi-sulub’s friend encouraged him to go for her, repeating the cheeky slogan ‘cover the face and attack the base’, when the latter grumbled about committing a sin for the sake of an ugly girl. Yahye told him she will be departing to overseas soon and this might open up the coveted opportunity of going to the ‘paradise’ across the seas for Abdi-sulub. That is why Abdi borrowed some cash for this high-profile entertaining night from friends. Should he land his bird, it should be a good investment.

 

Cudbi was also susceptible, Abdi thought. Although she talked about how she is determined to pursue her career and how she is not preoccupied with anything as silly as untimely marriage; untimely because her officially known age was 25, he guessed what she really coveted was for a nuptial proposal from a decent man. Abdi-sulub didn’t know about that, but during the course of the discussion he nonchalantly implied to something like it. From his point of view, he thought it was dictated by the exigency of saying something nice about her. Surely, he couldn’t have talked about her beauty. ‘What could I say about it’, he thought. He briefly toyed with making reference to ‘timahaaga dheeree, dhufashadda dabayluhu…’ [the only part he hasn’t seen yet] and the thought made him laugh involuntarily. Should he take a chance and try it? He could be right and the doors might open for him.

 

So as advised, he hit hard on the ‘kartideeda’ and how he is impressed with her achievements so far. And also ‘how she cares about people’. But, he quickly realised that the passing remarks he made about ‘how wonderful it would have been if two people who understand each other live together’- which to her was about him and her, was having a delightful effect on her. He then suggested they go to his home and have more robust discussions as the place was getting crowded and noisy. She obliged, after some initial hesitation.

 

She sat in front of him in the tiny room and they continued talking for a while. Then, suddenly, she started grimacing with pain, and gasping for breath. He run around frantically asking what is wrong with her? He thought she is feigning illness to delay the inevitable onslaught, as was apparent from his preparations. He had already removed his shirt, claiming it was too hot, and was on the edge of the bed, scratching his eyes and rubbing his sweaty palms erratically. She stood and cried in pain holding her breasts and begrudingly asked him to escort her home.

 

At first he was bedazzled. Then, finally, he saw the wet thing on her chest. Milk was flowing from her breasts unremittingly. With teary eyes, she finally asked “Please take me home and let me breast-feed my baby. I can then return and we can have fun”.

 

Cudbi was not who he thought she was. He was dealing with a professional, who could have destroyed him financially had it not been for that moment of biological outburst. All the talk she calculatedly told Yahya when they met in a Taxi and exchanged addresses was a lie.

 

Abdi-sulub still talks about it as the day he dated ‘the lactating mother’, or simply the milky-girl.

[NGONGE]

^^ You need to be put in a straightjacket (just to stop you from typing, mind). Great story.

[xiinfaniin]

A & T,

 

Today I seriously tried to read your piece and offer a positive critique on your ability to compose well-written short stories. But as I read your piece, I could not help but notice this disturbing theme in your stories. There is a surge of sexuality in most of your stories adeer at least the ones I remember. Why is that?

[Abtigiis]

I don't know Xinn. It is getting into addiction. This will be the last!

[xiinfaniin]

^^Perhaps you are due for the second?

[Nephissa]

This is one SOUR story.. must be the milky tits.

 

Addeer A&T needs to see a sheikh and have a shower!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[xiinfaniin]

^^Belo adaa ba ka daray, shower from what?

[Malika]

Xiin,I second your advice,the second,third and fourth are over due for our brother A&T..

 

Nephtys,a cold shower is only for a single brother,Quraan saar is not a bad advice..lol

[welcome back]*

[xiinfaniin]

^^Malika hasii waalin A & T .

[Nephissa]

Maanta wuxuu socdoo socdo, naag ilmo nuujinaysaa la waxaynayaa buu keenay!!!!! Alloow Ale. It's wrong morally in my eyes [well, for some men it's a fetish, hence the shower ]

 

A&T's priorities are all wrong..

[xiinfaniin]

To beat good A & T into shape in terms of his outlook in life and how he chooses to express it, i prescribe Sayid Quttub's Manifesto, the Milestones, for him. There A & T will find a clear sign posts that will come handy as he writes his stories. Although the old arab Jahiliyah is long gone, in this Menifesto, A & T will inshaa Allah come to understand the charactersitics of the new Jahiliyah. My hope is that after the man dives in the jewels in that book, he will emerge equipped with new and enhanced ways of expressing his artistray without allowing his interesting characters dwell on what they dwell on now

 

Problem is as long NGONGE is around i dont think neither i nor A & T can achieve these goals.

[Geel_jire]

oddly i read the comments before i read the story .. and i was expecting some x-rated stuff and this story seems mild compared to his other ones and I dont see a prob ... keep it up A&T

[xiinfaniin]

^^that was expected from you. No breaking news there.

[Geel_jire]

^ hmm that sounds a bit strange coming from you but i'll let it slide ... this must be one of his mildest tales so far, at least in this one nothing actually happened .. the story was about a man hooking up with a woman who he finds physically repulsive but he went along with it just for 'dhoof' and she pretended to be a gashaanti .... untill the evidence pointed out otherwise ... what exactly is the problem .. bal ii jilci ?

[Che -Guevara]

Showers only go so far.Be reckless n go on spree of one nite stands preferrably with big girls.By the end, miyirkaa kugu soo laaban doona