The Night Life #The Cross#

He was in his own world and his life revolved around the night. He knew all about night life in the city and slept with different girls anytime he wishes to. Sex was not hard to get. He had sex everywhere; in the offices, in the bars, in the cars and even your front door. Sex is fun. He felt like the five horny days preceeding the menstrual cycle of a woman; randy all day every day. He was usually quite clear about his intentions of going to the club. Sometimes, he only planned to go for business where he met other players in his world to strike deals, at other times too, he went to drink and sometimes dancing, but he was not the kind who will dance. He was too conservative for that, dancing is for girls and boys who want to talk each other into bed. He doesn’t worry about that; he’s learnt the rules and paid his dues.  He was taught that the key to playing every game is to quickly learn the rules; otherwise you will go down the history of the game as the clueless player. He will rather watch people dance, it was nice that way and he liked it private because it led to sex. The rules states that ninety percent of the people out there are looking forward to getting down. All you have to know is when to call the shots.

Even though the Ladies sometimes resist the urge to make him feel like he got away with it easily, but the temptation was usually overwhelming, you just would have to give in before the night was over. He doesn’t give up on them when they are acting clumsy because he knows how cloud ladies can be on their purpose when it comes to getting laid.

He went everywhere as far as night life was concerned. He had invitations to private parties and clubs. He always seems to know someone who knew someone, so getting around was usually not a problem. He wasn’t always known by the bouncers at the Club houses but just a look at his suaveness and the aura around him alone warranted his entry. He had a few regular joints though. Being a regular came with its advantages, he had good relationship with most of the patrons, the management and also feels at home. He doesn’t necessarily have to give tips to get treated even though he always paid more than he spent.

He indulged in anything that will turn his buzz on and possibly sustain it and make him feel like a man and his first point of call was a drug of choice; Alcohol. He liked the euphoria that comes with it. The whole place seeming busy with loud music and people talking on top of their voices and everyone minding their own businesses. Men kissing each other under neon lights, women caressing each other and the straight ones tugging it down with their counterparts to be followed by pockets of aggression and then serious romance for the lucky ones.

Unlike other men who frequent the club, He doesn’t care about which girl she ended up with after each night, so he likes to stay drunk to impair his judgement. All he wanted was a girl to entertain him. That was what he thought of women generally, especially those who ended up in any man’s bed after languishing in the bars all night long. Some don’t even have a place of their own because they are able to put up with men every night.  Maybe, just like him, they have a reason being there, but he cared less. Sometimes, he knows that, he’s not being fair but the world is not fair either.  The alcohol made him accept them, it made him appreciate them since it was the only time they became a priority.

The Alcohol gig worked for him. It was a sure way to get him laid because a woman’s brain, known to man as one of the most complex and mysterious things, that can handle and process all kinds of information becomes a brain of gossip, painting of  nails and shopping after a glass of wine. Add another one and it will change to self-doubt with thoughts like a bottle more? , “Does anyone like me?” “Am I the most beautiful girl in the place and probably the whole wide world? Then a feeling of clinginess and the need to be appreciated sets in and that’s where the women themselves will beg to be taken home and this process was repeated by most girls at least 5 days in a week. There was always one available to be taken home if only you have what it takes, and he had more than enough.

He has been taught right from infancy that money was the wheels on which the world was turning until he grew up to hear of another, thus information. Life has taught him that getting money was a must. It was a necessity and a very compelling venture. Selasi was sent away from his own home at the age of 12years because of money. He was totally lost, vulnerable, exposed and predisposed to the mercies and evils of the world. Even though he tries to repress all the underlying and subconscious thoughts, he could not help relating to them.  He has and was a result of the past.

He could not cut away from his past even though he likes to think of himself as one without a past. Everything he had ever touched or ever known did not exist anymore.  The church and School he attended in his infancy and his home were not where they used to be anymore and he cared less where they were now. He even doubts if they still exist.  These events signify change and they detached him from his past, but the most important thing right now is he has money. It’s the money, the ultimate goal recognized by society that has changed everything and he liked the transition.

Once he likes you, and with his straight sense of purpose, he buys you a drink. He had a knack for ordering his partners’ favorite drinks or just anything that will make them happy, probably out of experience of mingling with that sort for long. Only a handful of ladies will opt for something different than the one he proposed. He usually was on point and the precision sometimes amazes the ladies. Apart from the cocktail of expensive perfumes he wore, the dress he was wearing and how it lied on him, another thing that made them fall was his sense of know-it-all that attracted you to him like a magnet.

 

The alcohol works for him too. It was a way to de-stress himself. Smaller as the male brain can be, it shrunk his mind from hot chicks, biceps, muscle cars, T.V and money to titties, ass and sex. The only clue is to find your balance in there.

For many people, the deal is to usually know what to say at what time but for him he was keen on what not to say. He smiled when he has to, was not too sophisticated for his looks and an easy to approach person. Getting down seem so random but there were ways to go about it and he probably is one of the ways since he has mastered the trends and conventions you have to follow to have more fun and less stress.

It was awkward trying to be one’s self in a society where people were not themselves, but he already knew that. Even though you appeared stupid, you were admired and chosen by someone out there. You appeared as someone who knows himself and possibly knows what they are doing.  People have discernible minds to know the difference, to know that they have never being themselves, but that is all the effort they have directed to that theme. They would rather not be seen nor talked about, especially in a negative way, so they join the fray.

He was usually wooed by women and it’s been like that most of the times and it was a normal trend. He was Selasi, the eye of the most High God who got away with everything he wanted. Just name it. He knew his limits as a mortal and tries to stay within that limit. He actually and only desired the things he could get, and that is a wise choice any day.

He likes those who take the initiative to approach him and make their intentions known either through subtle or blatant means. He considered them as go-getters who have not really developed their God-given talents. Going for what you want, extended in the corporate world, extended to cover their wants and needs and anything that will make them happy would have been living to their maximum but these bunch of call girls only narrows it down to whose bed they can end up, in an attempt to rip the person off.

Sometimes, he wonders why God has decided to keep some answers to himself. He gets angry over issues with God when he has to. He was God’s eye, his heartbeat. He was the one he sent on most of his errands.  God communicated with him on daily basis so he doesn’t understand the fact that He makes things happen before making him privy to them. He would be well if it was revealed to him even a minute prior to the event.  And those would become the times he was out-witted. In his line of trade, getting outsmarted means one thing; death.

He could not die now; he had a lot of work to do before his death. He knew he was a mortal and would die someday, but what he doesn’t know is if he would also come back to life like Jesus Christ or would be asked to stay dead. He acknowledged the fact that there was vast difference between Jesus Christ and him but they were all doing the work of God. Jesus Christ had a great following in his days and a greater following after his death while he was just a servant, specifically, a special force instituted by God himself in his army. He was the only one who could go on the missions he went on and that is as simple as that. He also acknowledged other special forces on different errands and believes he was not cut for those errands. Everything happened to him because it had to happen. It got him in a better position to carry out his duties.

We don’t know why things happen to us but he knows one thing, and that is they play themselves out when they do. They happen for a reason.

He thinks about settling down but it was just one of his fleeting thoughts.  He doesn’t know what love is and don’t want to be drawn into that drama, keeping communication going on even if it was compelling and boring, the fights, the emotional roller-coasters and the audacity of someone budging into your privacy with some kind of audacity just because you share a bed without a boundary. He did not even have what it takes to keep a relationship and avoids it like a plague.

Life is all about the interaction of men and women and the effects it has on nature and how it practically changes the world. The game is for the true players and excellence is only for the wise. Unless, you are not playing or interested in the game, you can forego the rules and it keeps changing, which requires one to keep up and for now, all he cared about after executing business was how to get down.

He had what it takes. He knew that the Ladies like their men tall handsome and the rich types who will buy them things and lastly, the talented ones and he had all. He was not sure about the last one but he figured, you needed a lot of talents to survive in his line of business. But since those attributes contributes to just about three percent of the male population, the women have improvised by looking out for other things like sense of humor which he doesn’t use much. May be he had none and he couldn’t be bothered. God would have given him that sense if he needed it in his line of business.

However, falling short of those attributes could still get you laid since dancing has become easier. All you have to do is move your body and keep dancing till your partner is done dancing to all her favorite tunes and that probably explains why you see many people on the packed floor drenched in sweats of total strangers who could be anything and acting like everything is normal, thanks to the power of alcohol.