Voodoo

Spirits

Sunday - after taking its own sweet time - eventually rolled around, and I was busy-bodied all day making sure that not only dinner, but everything else was well and truly ready. That day would've been the first time that N'zanzi stepped into my house; I wanted to make sure that my first attempt at this ritual commitment to her had everything setup properly.

I had gathered scented candles and incense sticks, and dotted them around the house to help create - a somewhat romantic and - relaxing atmosphere. The evening was on its best behavior as well; the community was oddly silent, almost as though it held it's breath in anticipation for  something... incensed.

The sun hung it’s head just out of immediate view, painting the evening in a crimson glow. N'zanzi was on her way to me by then, blissfully unaware of the devil in the details of my pursuance.

**Dancing out the shower**

A full course Sunday dinner; the best of my mother's cooking graced the rice & peas, the country style chicken with the sauteed vegetables, freshly made sour sop juice and rum n' raisins ice cream for dessert. Cap that off with a bottle of my favourite wine, and I was sweet to the touch and even sweeter  with some soft jazz ambient in the background.

**Checking my phone while on the couch**

My ritual was complete; setting the mood to make her feel the type of comfort that would make her want to – if not stay – then certainly come again. I waited there, seated by the living room before N’zanzi came into view and made her way through the front gate and onto the patio.

**Coming to the patio to let her in**

To say I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. I didn’t allow myself to imagine that this woman could be any more gorgeous, that was a mistake. Standing there dumbfounded and speechless, all five feet and a some change of her stood before me; dress in a black strapless and skintight cotton dress, grabbing her curves all the way down just beneath those voluptuous ass cheeks.

N’zanzi, N’zanzi, black mascara around her eyes only perfectly matching that charcoal black hair, now let down the small of her back. Her hair had none of her usual trinkets, giving a noticeably different feel to her looks. Her nails painted rose red, complimenting her plush lips.

Her tattoo came alive under the glow of her freshly moisturized skin, I disappointingly attempted to formulate some kind of comment but remained happily speechless.

That day there was something more about her, she glowed; N’zanzi radiated something divine, something that could call out to Adam from within that tragic apple.

**

She wore a choker with metal studs around it and a thick little silver metal ring to the front, directly under there chin. I was sharply struck with an attempt to try and figure out why it looked somehow familiar.

**Distracted gaze at her neck**

I remembered my mind falling into a daze each moment I found myself distracted by a sense of deja Vu while unlocking the door. My gaze lingered as noticeably as the excitement that was hiding behind my collected demeanor, this of course N'zanzi noticed to her blushed expression.

”A here so we having dinner then?” Her playful sarcastic question snapped me out of what felt like a trance.

“Haha, it no matter, as long as I'm eating with you” I confidently poured down her sweet skin as I invited her in.

What's that scent? Her perfume? What was it that ambushed my senses, defeating my efforts to think clearly. It’s so familiar, so intriguing, I was thrown further into a daze.