The Burden

"So, why did you leave her?" He asked, his bottle half full, burnt fingers and a big bulge on his right eye, he was staring at me questioningly, and as much as I tried to avoid his eyes, they still pried, as if telling me that there was no escape but, to tell the truth.

" I didn't leave her," I muttered

Then stared at the beautiful girls dancing half-naked at the bar stage, my mouth was watery and my eyes wide awake, even in the dimmed bar, I could still see their half-covered protruding breasts whose nipples were threatening to tear the piece of linen they call a bra, I could feel my blood warming and Mr. D rising to grace the occasion. For once, after a tiresome day, I was glad that my mind could live again, even if it was for a moment.

"Look here boy," I was awakened from my dream, one that I was about to dive in headfirst. "You haven't answered my question."

"Uhm..., can I first use the gents?" I asked uneasily, he just waved his hands and I left in a hurry, Mr. D. was in full swing and I had to calm him down before hell broke loose. anyway, it was dark, who cared.

Here I stood in front of the mirror, watching my reflection with admiration, my beards were growing the way I wanted, and now, my friends won't laugh at me.

I shrugged, washed my hands, and went back to the bar, I swore to enjoy myself here rather than answering stupid questions from strangers.

The bar was half full and almost all the front seats were occupied.

***

Forgive my bad manners, I haven't introduced this man who has been asking questions endlessly.

He goes by the name Mr. Barigo Matana aka The Fixer, My friend Wengstar had introduced him to me for some boy's business.

He was a giant of a man with a thick mustache, I have never seen him smile, leave alone laugh, I can count the number of times I've seen him sober but that's nothing worth remembering, I prefer him drunk.

This was the man who was my therapist, or Savior as Wengstar puts it.

***

I took my seat next to Matana, a beautiful dark-skinned girl was sitting on his lap holding a glass of tequila, she seemed happy and drowsy.

Matana was smoking a piece of Bongani Cigar and blowing off smoke into the air rudely.

"Hey boys, you're back"

I nodded.

"Do you want some fun?" he asked

Of course, I wanted some fun, I wanted to dance and touch breasts, I wanted to have a threesome if not a foursome, that was the fun I wanted, I wanted to taste all the petite girls dancing on the stage, after all, for only a few pennies, I'll be gladly enjoying my penis in their well-kept goodies.

"No, I'm okay." I bloated out

He kept quiet, the music was loud, the club was smoky and beautiful girls were roaming.

I poured some tequila in my glass and gulped it down my throat, I wanted to be so drunk that Matana wouldn't bother asking me stupid questions.

The night was young