The African trinkets

For what it's worth

"For What It's Worth" by The Cardigans

One, two, three, four

Hey baby come round

Keep holding me down

And I'll be keeping you up tonight.

The four letter word got stuck in my head

The dirtiest word that I've ever said

It's making me feel alright.

For what it's worth I love you

And what is worse I really do

Oh what is worse I'm gonna run run run

'Till the sweetness gets to you

And what is worse I love you!

Hey please baby come back

There'll be no more loving attack

And I'll be keeping it cool tonight.

The four letter word is out of my head

Come on around get back in my bed

Keep making me feel alright.

For what it's worth I like you

And what is worse I really do

Things have been worse

And we had fun fun fun

'Till I said I love you

And what is worse I really do!

For what it's worth I love you

And what is worse I really do.

Oh

For what it's worth I love you

And what is worse I really do.

Oh

For what it's worth I love you

And what is worse I really do....   *An awesome song that will embody this chapter* *Follow the link for a listen*

After physically kicking a drunk Phillip out of his house Lance collapsed on his bed from exhaustion in all of its forms; physically, mentally and emotionally.  Lance closed his eyes, hoping to escape into the realm of sleep but unfortunately he was caught in the limbo of the waking and the slumbering. The state in which his subconscious reminded him of things that he fought so desperately to forget; he thought of how the day transpired and digressed from what he had planned for Nolia and himself.

He rolled onto his side and clenched the fabric of his shirt, inwardly cursing himself for all the abuses he had committed to Nolia: degradation and humiliation. Usually he only exploited her once in a while; perhaps a week or two would pass in between, but today was a ghastly exception. When Lance thought of the cause of his mood alteration heat began to radiate from the crown of his head to the tip of his toes; he felt his skin vibrate and was sure that his anger would result in an explosion.  He barged into his bathroom and sprayed himself with the pale of cold water that sat by the basin. As he drenched himself the words of his father’s letter danced across the back of his eyelids:

Lance

I am certain that you are as aware that your 21st year after birth is less than a month away but I am not writing a congratulatory document. The situation here, in Southern Africa, had deteriorated rapidly and the natives appear to have the upper hand. My men are falling from foreign ailments and my junior general has inconveniently died. This is why I am commanding that a ship be sent to England to retrieve you and deliver you to Natal. You may expect the arrival of a commanding officer in 4 weeks upon your receiving this letter. Do your father a favor and do not mention that I wrote you a letter for I did not write Victoria a letter. There is simply no time to waste on letters of leisure when there are letters of more importance to be written.