Her storybook: Volume One
"Emperor Olo'Ng was a humble man, leading a humble life in his humble empire which consisted of a handful of humble and noble chieftains in his regency. Emperor Olo'Ng never wished for a war of this nature to befall his lands, and never before had he nor his people believed that such horrors as metal ships from the sky with explosive arrows would come. He and his tribesmen fought hard against the invaders, however they were no match for the heavy artillery fire which rained hell down on his lowly subject." Siphokazi concluded her lecture on the humble African Emperor who fought valiantly to keep his lands. She looked at her students, a hybridized model which represented the world she now lived in. It was different now, in all the best of ways. Ever since the reforms to the Educational system in her country, she had become liberated to teach truly emancipating moral anecdotes in her lectures, however Siphokazi knew in her soul that there was more to be done beyond catering to an auditorium full of gawping gazes, staring, transfixed by the mind blowing information they had just been fed as a collective. A hand raised to the air. She knew Thabiso had something to say. He always had something to say. He was young, adventurous, curious, brave, and exciting to host as a friend in her own private quarters as she had done last night. She smiled.
"We have a question?" Siphokazi said.
"Is Emperor Olo'Ng a metaphor for Emperor Haile Selassie I in this text?" Thabiso asked. At this point, many of the students who had at this point heard rumors of the infamous Emperor Haile Selassie I had become most popular among neo-Afrikan revolutionaries, Pan-Afrikanists and Cultural Ambassadors across the entire united diaspora.
"We cannot be certain," Siphokazi began explaining. "All we know of the author is that she had been a Rastafarian when she wrote, and that she was learned. Does that feed your mind?"
The lecture ended, and Siphokazi found herself relieved. It was evening when she found herself once more in her student's arms.
"You have a lot of male friends," Thabiso said out of nowhere.
"Does it bother you?" Siphokazi asked. He shrugged, and simply squeezed her tightly and nestled his head into her neck, grunting that he was conceding and snuggling up instead of debating at this point. Siphokazi shrugged him off and withdrew a little. A gentle breeze filled the space between them, causing her nipples to stand erect and his spine to shiver a little.
"Is having a lot of guy friends really that big a deal in a relationship? Do you feel threatened by your girls friends?" Siphokazi asked, a stern tone in her voice. Thabiso sighed, realizing that the only way back to his former state of comfort was through opening up and sharing a bit more about himself, to a person he had only just met. Siphokazi had had a series of relationships in her life, and none were as thought-provoking and stimulating as her affair with Thabiso. She admittedly found a sense of amusement in knowing that engaging in such activities with a student were frowned upon, however she felt liberated and emancipated by her PhD into actually living her life, and so she did. Now, however, she wondered if her relationship with Thabiso were about to unravel too, because of her choice in social companionship.
"My ex-bae came home one day and said, "dude, so and so kissed me." in the past," Thabiso said, cautiously, almost as if afraid his ex would hear him speaking of her. "I asked her, "Was it at least a good snog? Sorry your space was invaded. I could get pissed, or I could accept that you're hot and a dude had the sackage to kiss you." and she was shocked, and I was like, shmeh, fam, I took acid that year, so I was at my most mellow in life super zenned out. Now, I'm post-acid living a great life, enjoying a beautiful overstanding of live and let live. And now there's you, an older woman with a PhD who lectures me in Afrikan History. You should be free to be friends with dudes, dudettes, dudes who enjoy sharing in sexuality with other dudes, dudettes who enjoy sharing in sexuality with other dudettes, dudes and dudettes from other races are most welcomed, and life's too short to be damn petty about stuff that doesn't matter. In fact, you are free."
Siphokazi allowed him to once more cuddle her. The energy around him had become most irresistible, and she longed for him deeply, yet he still wished to speak, and she regretted prompting him, because he would speak until he had had his fill of his own voice where she wasn't careful.
"Like, lovers should just play chess every night, I feel..... Enlightening form of sexual express --" Siphokazi kissed him in mid-expression. The power went out, and thunder rumbled outside their bedroom window as a fury of rain came cascading down, pattering harshly against the windows. Lightning crackled, sending oscillations through the sky, illuminating the beach beyond the mountain and the dark, furious sea crashing into the shore from the vast, black Indian Ocean. Siphokazi enjoyed watching Thabiso sleep it off. He was beautiful when he slept, his locks falling around him. She knew she wasn't the only one. In his dreams, he tended to call on a Tammy, and sometimes she would speak through him. At first, this had unsettled her, coming from a very traditional family, which believed in cultural practices. At breakfast, Siphokazi decided to ask him about who Tammy is. They were sitting in bed, enjoying a mystical sunrise.
"We have a question?" Siphokazi said.
"Is Emperor Olo'Ng a metaphor for Emperor Haile Selassie I in this text?" Thabiso asked. At this point, many of the students who had at this point heard rumors of the infamous Emperor Haile Selassie I had become most popular among neo-Afrikan revolutionaries, Pan-Afrikanists and Cultural Ambassadors across the entire united diaspora.
"We cannot be certain," Siphokazi began explaining. "All we know of the author is that she had been a Rastafarian when she wrote, and that she was learned. Does that feed your mind?"
The lecture ended, and Siphokazi found herself relieved. It was evening when she found herself once more in her student's arms.
"You have a lot of male friends," Thabiso said out of nowhere.
"Does it bother you?" Siphokazi asked. He shrugged, and simply squeezed her tightly and nestled his head into her neck, grunting that he was conceding and snuggling up instead of debating at this point. Siphokazi shrugged him off and withdrew a little. A gentle breeze filled the space between them, causing her nipples to stand erect and his spine to shiver a little.
"Is having a lot of guy friends really that big a deal in a relationship? Do you feel threatened by your girls friends?" Siphokazi asked, a stern tone in her voice. Thabiso sighed, realizing that the only way back to his former state of comfort was through opening up and sharing a bit more about himself, to a person he had only just met. Siphokazi had had a series of relationships in her life, and none were as thought-provoking and stimulating as her affair with Thabiso. She admittedly found a sense of amusement in knowing that engaging in such activities with a student were frowned upon, however she felt liberated and emancipated by her PhD into actually living her life, and so she did. Now, however, she wondered if her relationship with Thabiso were about to unravel too, because of her choice in social companionship.
"My ex-bae came home one day and said, "dude, so and so kissed me." in the past," Thabiso said, cautiously, almost as if afraid his ex would hear him speaking of her. "I asked her, "Was it at least a good snog? Sorry your space was invaded. I could get pissed, or I could accept that you're hot and a dude had the sackage to kiss you." and she was shocked, and I was like, shmeh, fam, I took acid that year, so I was at my most mellow in life super zenned out. Now, I'm post-acid living a great life, enjoying a beautiful overstanding of live and let live. And now there's you, an older woman with a PhD who lectures me in Afrikan History. You should be free to be friends with dudes, dudettes, dudes who enjoy sharing in sexuality with other dudes, dudettes who enjoy sharing in sexuality with other dudettes, dudes and dudettes from other races are most welcomed, and life's too short to be damn petty about stuff that doesn't matter. In fact, you are free."
Siphokazi allowed him to once more cuddle her. The energy around him had become most irresistible, and she longed for him deeply, yet he still wished to speak, and she regretted prompting him, because he would speak until he had had his fill of his own voice where she wasn't careful.
"Like, lovers should just play chess every night, I feel..... Enlightening form of sexual express --" Siphokazi kissed him in mid-expression. The power went out, and thunder rumbled outside their bedroom window as a fury of rain came cascading down, pattering harshly against the windows. Lightning crackled, sending oscillations through the sky, illuminating the beach beyond the mountain and the dark, furious sea crashing into the shore from the vast, black Indian Ocean. Siphokazi enjoyed watching Thabiso sleep it off. He was beautiful when he slept, his locks falling around him. She knew she wasn't the only one. In his dreams, he tended to call on a Tammy, and sometimes she would speak through him. At first, this had unsettled her, coming from a very traditional family, which believed in cultural practices. At breakfast, Siphokazi decided to ask him about who Tammy is. They were sitting in bed, enjoying a mystical sunrise.
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