The Soapbox | Where South Africans Speak Out

BY NIKOLAI TJONGARERO

She’s like a grain from the sands of time, with her subliminal gaze which constantly sends all your wits and tactics into frantic mazes of delusion from the onset, and for the duration of this wilful derailment; wilful for the possibility that she could be the ally u’ve been seeking, and better still you could be the one she’s been looking for up until this very instant of verbal debauchery…

You see, she exudes confidence but enacts the exact opposite; with a devilish nature that is accompanied by shear willingness to assist without the expectation of eventual reimbursement. This mix of incongruity is the scent that invigorates the relentless-demonic embodiment of the primal essence which is him; yes he who searches the realms of fantasy and reality in an attempt to discover her unscripted story.

He can’t help but speak to her and converse they do indeed, but the intensity by which the unspoken exchange takes place concurrently, further fuels the addiction to discover her unknown perplexing stature of overstated simplicity…

So the willingness to excavate the un-shown and repressed is the means by which she illustrates her being. It’s the hidden crown of a queen, burnt into the vessels which transport unnamed possibilities within her underutilized dexterity.

While incorporating and publically displaying these virtuous traits she is also the worst part of desire… The lustful empire of discriminative and forced adherence to her own perceived culture of preconceiving and analysing the unknown, instead of letting it just remain as the unsold; untold beauty of being, without worry or a sense of longevity.

But when all is said and done one question still remains “Since the bible clearly states that lucifer was God’s most beautiful angel… then why do we base the likelihood of relationships on what the devil was best at? That being the ability to be beautiful with regards to the exterior, while constantly maintaining an illusion of a false interior.”

One thing is for sure, it is impossible to converse with beauty. It is merely for the gratification of the sighted and holds no weight with regards to the sustainable invigoration of the soul. Thus we come to realize that the thing that we should be in search of has eluded the presence of our ignorance, and by its absence illustrates that, by our own doing, most of us are already damned for the remainder of this loveless reality.

A reality that is in actuality, a lust-filled travesty.

Namibian-born Nikolai Tjongarero is a poet based in Cape Town. He has completed his first book – Accounts of a Mental Evolution. To see more of his work visit his Facebook page.