DICED BEEF
Memories are funny things. They jump in at their own time, not minding how relevant or irrelevant they’d be. But this one was definitely relevant. It was the good old days.
“Baby, dinner was awesome!” Chuka exclaimed. “The vegetables were diced just as I love them, you’re the best”, he said as he leaned over to kiss me.
“You know, I could poison you with beef sauce”
“I’d gladly die if it’s the last thing I ate”
“Crazy guy! Come to the kitchen and tell me how your day was while I do the dishes."
“At your service, ma’am.”
What was it I was thinking about again? Yes! His favorite meal. Rice and beef sauce. I was thinking of how I’d make beef sauce with little jimmy. I never really understood why he chose to name his dick ‘little Jimmy’, it wasn’t little in any way.
I’m going to drug Chuka with the help of Usman, the gateman. Usman owes me a favor after I arranged for a private nurse to treat him one night he came in with a bullet wound. I didn’t mention it to anyone.
After drugging him, I’d cuff his hands to the shower in my bathroom. The bathroom where…
I knew bathing with you was never a good idea. It’s not my fault, this young man here can’t overlook your beauty, come on, turn your back. Little jimmy yearns for you
I shake off the memory and try to concentrate.
When he becomes conscious I’d use my small pen knife to write my name on his left breast, just above his heart, which he said beats for me. It will bleed for me now.
He’d scream and cry and sweat. The pain carried in his scream would calm me so much I’d just sit and take it all in, like soothing music.
Before going to sleep, I’d pour brandy all over the fresh wounds on his chest, and I’d wonder if I should have written my name in italics or made the letters bigger.
He’d go unconscious and I’d peel off the fingernails on his left hand.
I’d wake up in the morning and think of what to make for breakfast. And that is when I got the perfect idea.
I’m going to cut off little jimmy and slice it into long tiny pieces, just like he loved the sauce, then I’d spice it and put it in the microwave to grill. How enticing the aroma of yaji pepper on sliced dick-beef would be. I’ve always loved barbecue.
I might also make some sausage rolls.
While waiting for the microwave, I’d go to my room to look at those beautiful nails I peeled off his fingers, arranged properly in my jewelry box. The same fingers he used…
Baby cum for me, you know these long fingers are so good, do it for me…
Shh...focus
I picked up the fingernail from his fourth finger.
The same finger he had worn his wedding ring on but he lied to me! Told me he was single and I told him I was just being careful.
Maybe I’d just color these fingernails with my nail polish. I’d use purple, the color of the bedsheet we’d used on our first night. He always paid attention to details and knew purple was my best color.
I have to check the microwave now
The day he handed me the keys to his apartment, I asked him if he was sure it was a good idea, and he said it was time I stopped wasting money on rent since we were almost always at each other’s place.
I moved in with him and six months later we were discussing getting married.
I can still remember the way she took the keys from my hand. I was just returning from the market only to meet a woman inside our house. “Are you the one Chuka has been fooling around with all this while? I’m his wife, I’ve been in the States and I’m back. I allow him spend time with other women when I’m not around”
I was dazed. She took the keys from my hand and told me she’d send my things to me when I give her an address.
I went to meet Chuka in his office, and all he could say is, “I guess you’ve seen her. My hands are tied. I’m sorry. It was fun while it lasted.”
Unable to get over the shock, I’ve been lying down on this cushion thinking of the best way to get back at him. I check for Usman’s number in my phone and dial. He agreed to meet me tonight. The die has been cast!
The Next Episode of My Twisted Fantasy is "Cross-Fire"