Visiting hours

Lil Sleek walked with a swagger far ahead of his time. The young man was to his village what Tupac was to Hip hop; the future.  The other teens thought Lil Sleek odd: slouch, slow, deliberate speech, glint in the eye, bandana wrapped round his head, eye-patch covering the left eye, pot-belly carefully tucked into the over-size jeans…the other teens thought Lil Sleek odd, but not the female ones. See, at that age, in those days (a long time ago I tell you), odd was the rage for teenage girls…the odder you were, the bigger a reception you got from the teenagers. No, the rule somehow made an exception for big odd-ball Kanga who made it a point to shower once every fortnight.

Well, Lil Sleek, the hit, often got invited by his nubile fans.

“When will you visit me Lil Sleek?,” she’d ask, eyes fluttering as fast as her heart.

“When the stars align dear, when the stars align,” was the young man’s well thought out answer. No one knows to this day what that meant. I guess it’s one of those unanswered mysteries in life. Like that strange question, “Who first looked at a cow and thought, if I squeeze those dangling things on its belly, I’ll get stuff good enough to drink?”

I digress. That Lil Sleek, he was a star. If there were cameras in his part of town in those days (there were no shoes to start with, this storyteller has blisters to show), Lil Sleek would have been a poster on many a wall. A pin-up poster. Just to look at and feel good about yourself. You look up at Lil Sleek’s poster and think “Good things do happen!”

One sunny day, the birds were chirping, all high on nectar, the village drunk was easing himself in the village pond (and a sobering beat-down from the village was to follow) and the village was going about being merry. On this day, Lil Sleek went to visit one of the aforementioned nubile fans.

Swagger. Check.

Eye-patch over left eye. Check. Let’s shift it to the right eye, it’s a special day.

Perfume. Check.

Mint. Check.

The young man hit the road and strode the whole 20 meters to nubile fan’s home. And he knocked.