Mangled Shoes

Untitled Part 43

The backstory was that in 1960, they had made a terrible choice. The only girl they'd ever seen Goom with was here with another guy, after they'd stumbled into her at a party. She was meant to be a church girl, after all. The woman from Proverbs 31—was she not then clothed in dignity and strength?

Due to their drunkenness and Goom's displeasure, they made the decision to travel to Swakopmund and spend a few days hiding out. One of their favorite memories of each other is now this journey.

They rotated clockwise, taking turns with the blunt. They were still telling each other the story as their beverages warmed up.

They arrived in Swakop by 7 a.m., having worn roughly two garments apiece, which is funny. discussing going to the fill-up Kuisebmund.

"I had to go to this event that we hardly ever went to, especially you and Goom, since, you know, I was on stage. Deborah, though, you two hardly ever leave the house." Slungz gave his voice.

Goom and Deborah started laughing. She decided to talk to them about their difficulty eating even after this conversation had already begun.

"Palony, bread, and a tea or beer to help with food digestion cost N$6.00. Talk about the fireball chips for N$1.00 for dessert—how gross."

A beer for breakfast out on the streets is equivalent to a loaf of bread and two eggs. Better still: cooked eggs.

This show has to go on. With their backs to him, the girls were seated, and Zion was behind them. He extracted his penis. As she blew on the cigarette flying in his direction, poor Deborah witnessed it all.

"Is there anyone among you that wants to get laid tonight?" The brutal Zion inquired

When they turned around, Zion's manhood was looking back at the females. toward them. With so many girls observing, maintaining an erection could not be that simple. Consequently, he urinates directly above their heads.

"Fok jou, Zion."

The damsels in danger cried out, and perverse words came next. Had they been bothered just now? What had they felt so enraged about?

Zion had shown them disdain. He had no justification for sulking over them.

"This is my house, so if you don't want to fuck, then leave." Zion screamed.

He put his winny away, shrugged off the piss-risin', and went to his bedroom. Deborah eyed the girls, unsure of whether to invite them inside the room to share her bed. That way, everyone would be secure. Abruptly, there was an alarm. This was her signal to go to bed and make sure the door was locked.

When Goom gave her the keys, it was clear he understood exactly what he was doing. Zion posed no threat. Rather, it was the entitlement mentality and character of men. The deplorable cycle of toxic masculinity coexists with these patriarchal institutions.

It is unusual that a male will consider the possibility of the girls needing to go home during parties like this one. Their main objective is to have fun!