The White Man and His Black Woman

Love and Sex with him was was completely passionate, desperate. It was a tingling purnishment with earth’s unfelt satisfaction and pleasure. An abode of cold pain mixed with icy happiness.

All the times Mark took her to sweetness abode, he could feel that she was burning, the way her waist rocked, her shivering lips preventing him from taking a full savour of those treasurable lips, her twitching eyes with tears that never dropped, eyes that never dared to look into his eyes.

Life hadn’t been fun at all for Mark one way or the other but now finally he could relate with the sorrows of poverty just like his friend Andy but unlike Andy, he was the cause of his own present state as he had quitted from work to chase something he thought was more important; Love as in other words, Ella, His wife.

Resigning the other day with a hardened heart and disturbed head, all that filled his head were Ella’s thoughts even as his Boss tried to put words in his head.

“We need You, Mark, How can you leave? If you say this is a joke. The company is ready to forgive you” Robinson, the Director said, ugly furrows forming on his forehead as he stared at the man whom he thought was just the right person to take his place’

“Mark”

“Mark Zenith” Robinson pestered some more…

Mark stared harder at Robinson but all he saw was Ella, her hair, her beautiful black face, her long African legs. There was no doubt he had fallen in love with this black woman who arrived in the states some Ten years ago but as Robinson spoke all Mark heard was Ella’s voice, her gentle sobs that broke his soul into unequal halves…

“ I am starved of love. Mark, tell me you love me” Ella would cry and even with each teary declaration of love from mark, she didn't seem to be satisfied.

Not being able to take this, Mark decided spending quality time with her would probably do some magic. He could run some petty businesses in the house still have some savings to keep them going for a year.

“Mind is made up, maybe there would be a vacant position again in the future” Mark said, dashing out, his heart skipping a little at Robinson’s hurting voice that called unto him.

For some unexplainable reasons, Mark couldn’t wait to get home to Ella. He had told her the night before while they made love that he would be back before the late hours of the morning since he would be submitting his letter of resignation.

He had waited for her to say something but all she did was pause the rocking a little and then continued breathing hard.

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Packing briskly, Mark rushed into the supermarket, coming out almost before he was in with packets of chocolates and flowers. He zoomed off hurriedly.

On getting home, he knocked slightly, there was no response. He knocked a second time, careful not to stir any form of irritation in his wife, he decided to open the door.

The door opened slowly, and then he came face to face with her, his eyes met with her swollen red eyes, she looked sickly.

“Mark” His wife cried out, before he could say a thing, her hands were around his neck and hers lips locked his.

“Tell me… you .. Love me… I.. Love .. You… tell me you love” she cried as she kissed him, when she had her fill, she pulled away and ran into the room with gentle sobs.

When she left, Mark moved closer to the chair she sat on and on it sat the tears stained picture of his nightmare, his damnation, his doom; Reggae Dominic, Ella’s Ex black man lover, dead lover.

He was about dashing into her room to pledge his undying love for her. Then he thought about her eyes that had sunk in the past few weeks, she had lost a lot of weight and looked ghostly.

Was he failing as a Man, a white Man at that?

Mark Zenith thought but before he could provide answers to his question, he felt a sudden lightness in his head, numbness and then weakness in his legs, Ella's light cough was the next thing he heard.

Then, he swooned.

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To be continued. .

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