God is benevolent. God is giving.
You don't believe me? Take a walk around town; admire the blue skies, treasure the green trees. Give thanks for His Gifts to Mankind, for they are in abundance. In the sky, around us, in the clubs. Eh, what's that, you ask quizzically. In the club? Yah yah, you heard right.
Even in the clubs, divine treasures are aplenty. Spend one weeknight clubbing away, and you'll nod in agreement the next time we discuss this matter. And if you're a woman, you've more reason to get down on your knees. For among the mere mortals, between the throngs of the common males, walk God's Gifts. Solely for women. Yes, capital 'G's.
They are not just flesh and bone, no siree. They are Adonis personified, the Achilles' of the modern age, immortal Casanovas. Looking at them leaves you in awe. Their black greasy hair, combed slickly to the back. Some sport ponytails, some have sworn off hair. Others parade a straightened mane, strands of silky threads that do not ruffle easily. The fairer they are, the more majestic the walk, the higher the tilt of the chin.
A number wear sunglasses, even in the dark, for such is the intensity of their stare that you might swoon from ecstasy. They don't walk, they swagger, perhaps stagger.
And if you happen to be brushed aside or knocked against, give thanks, you've been Touched. If they deign you worthy, then they will grace you with their eloquent repartee. For they are men of few words, known. Since they're GGWs, they know your heart's desire, even if you have no inkling of it. You may shirk away from banter, but they feel your attraction towards them. Which woman will spurn the chance to be grabbed by a heavenly being, only God knows.
And after the revelry, the GGWs depart the club alone. But do not even think for a second that they have met with failure. Nay, au contraire, it is the women who have failed to convince the GGWs of their worthiness of being allowed to walk by the side of these magnificent creatures. Believe not the fishwife tales that speak ill of them; nothing but wagging tongues of lesser men. The GGWs bear their burden with great angst, for every woman that slips through their greasy palms is a woman deprived of delectation.
But fear not, daughters of Eve. These noble beings will return the following weekend. And the following weekend, and the following weekend, and the fol...I think you understand.
So ladies, the next time you hit the floor, seek after these Gifts. Watch them walking towards you, and step aside.
Step aside all the way to the other side of the club.
1 comment:
who is this fellowlah.....too much i tell u, don't worry we take him onlah praveen :)
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