BY KEN AND SPERANZA
There was this young crusty piece of man by name Carlos. He had an addicted habit of following every lady that engulfed his filthy mind. He was in lust with bootylicious and curvaceous ladies who gave an eye to his hungry ego. He enjoyed drilling lousy women. He was always spotted taking bumpy rides on classy quad bikes with a number of ladies wrapped on his back.
CARLOS MADE LADIES HAPPY WHEN HE RODE ON SUCH QUAD BIKES
For all those years, he had wondered whom to marry. His thoughts went through the number of girls he already knew, but each of the girls’ had a default; either she had thin legs or she was too dark or she walked with long paces like a monkey.
After several years
One morning came, Carlos woke up feeling uneasy.
He couldn’t urinate. He lay on his bed wondering if all men caught such a disease like he did. He turned and lay on his left side.
‘No’ that was even more painful.
‘Oh mama!’ he cried as if it was his mother’s curse.
Was his mother around?
He got up exhaustively and took a spotlight. He tried to clear up his conscious
Any memory that brought to his mind a figure of a woman, made him click his tongue. He shuffled steadily to the living room and sat on a sofa placing his legs apart.
On the carpeted floor, lay a heap of ‘playboy magazines’ and other nudity magazines. He didn’t look at them the pain in him could not let him even view them.
He started thinking of solving out which woman had injected him the viral disease. He went to the doctor. Carlos shut his eyes and clenched his teeth as the painful syringe-needle forced itself inside the blood. The doctor pulled the syringe out and rubbed the spot with treated cotton. The muscles twitched.
He took some of Carlos’ blood and screened it.
‘‘You have Gonorrhea” the doctor uttered after some minutes
Carlos trembled with fear and trepidation as he tried to speak. His gulps of breath couldn’t let him talk anymore as the shock decreased the amount of oxygen intake. He opened his eyes wide and lay on his chair as an elegant gentleman does!. He remembered all sorts of acts he had dipped his life in. He had always been an escort to all the prostitutes in the town. This time his life was on hold of his treacherous acts now having gonorrhea flowing in his veins. He saw he had nothing to live for. The dream of making his life a success from the money he garnered from prostitutes was long gone.
He remembered his father who had always wanted to build a great man in him all that had been razed to ashes. So if he had to live, guilt would always consume his strength to live. The thoughts consumed his spirit left to live and in no time he was gone. His life was drowned in a dip of gonorrhea and the guilt that was slowly eating him and in no time he was gone.
THE LAST DAYS OF CARLOS HAD EVENTUALLY HIT THE DOT
When the doctor was turning around to give Carlos a prescription, he was long gone and out of this world. It was a universe of fun to Carlos but the fruits were really painful and inevitable.