‘INNER BIRDS UN-caged’ PART 1

Hawt Summer!!

CAMER AFRIE

When he walked through the smoky glass doors, the spinning floors of the 20th Avenue OBAR nightclub became a lot slower than I imagined… As I danced my way into the night the moment held a terrible stillness … The rotation of the pendular-like floor was sent into limbo, slow motion entrapped and encompassed every action… everything was so slow I could practically see the air rush in and out of his nostrils – virtually!

He walked like an astronaut on the moon, so slow, so slow that every wince, and wink was eminent from a distance, I am not sure what I did while I saw all these please do not ask me, maybe I stood there mouth ajar and drooling – I trust myself, I can make a real beef of myself like no other 😳  😳

I followed his bodywork to the counter as he leant in and ordered his drinks… I dared my nostrils not to let me down, but from that distance I could smell a strong cologne that left me sniffing in his direction to be sure it was he’s … embarrassed not to look towards his direction, my eyes screeched to a fast halt, I just starred at the group of people dancing by the bar like I knew them (Where???) – I did a circular motion of the room to make sure that no woman was heading his direction nor was he meeting someone there – reassuringly enough he was all alone, there was no sign of a date – but who was I kidding!!! HE was a MAHHHNNNN.

His presence … Disturbingly awakening… whatever this perfume was should be banned from human existence, its one of those scents that make you see one thing and one only – a naked man… I am not sure how perfume companies do it, but they are out to destroy women and vice versa.

I had to get to the counter , I had to get his attention so I  danced closer and asked a few friends what they wanted from the bar, sincerely I have never been that generous and intrigued a few of them found it ridiculous and laughed off my offer , I was making useless chit chat with my eye on the game, I beelined my way like Husain-bolting and spider-womaned myself through the crowds to the bar before his next move changed –  to get his attention and found a reason to approach the counter.

My dreams had suddenly left my head, mind and pillow and was sitting right in front of me in a night Club, Sweet dreams or beautiful nightmare but it was right here… So I decided on a louder voice and sexier accent to place an order – for the drinks and for his attention – ‘waiter, I need two shots’  with loads of ice to calm the fire in me right now was all the words running through my mind …

‘Waiter can I have the usual… Make it slightly stronger and dirty…dirty martini…’ I winked and from the corner of my eyes could tell that he was staring at me, I almost shouted ‘thank you Cupido’ (did I actually say dirty martini? what the hell is that and how does it taste?)- my spiritual being was pushing his spiritual being to take a dive in the pool of my presence with all his clothing on… I pushed and pushed him.. And bammmmmmmmmm!! He fell with a splish splash splosh…

Deep down inside the pool of my waters… The depth of my crafty -beautiful self was ready to drown him.. He was dead bait… He was done… I had cooked his beef and was ready to serve it to him piping hot until he spoke … (Na lie _ did you hear his voice _na lie)

‘You like a dirty martini right…’ He asked

Wait was that his voice or my mind was playing tricks on me, I nearly choked on my saliva, how can all this hot attributes be embodied by one man, yes I was a fan for a sexy masculine voice, something about the crisp raunchiness of a macho, baritonianly-raspy voice did it all for me. Oh damn!! his voice was all the ice I needed to add to the glass of martini – before I could properly fixate my glare full stare at him I had already drank the full glass in an attempt to taste the ice and fire I saw in his eyes… I burnt…

It’s just me Camer Afrie… a timid shy Cameroonian woman who has had a relationship and a half in all my 29 years of this life, I cannot even count the half because he didn’t even know I loved him, he actually saw me as a little sister, while every time he visited my mum I will spend hours on the sofa he sat on to make sure I inhaled every scent of his perfume till the chair smelled of home again – I basically vacuumed his scent for years with no courage to dare tell him what I felt – until I was made bridesmaid at his wedding – mcsheeeeeewwwww – my life sef I have suffered .

I usually burn men, tossed their care and all in the faces waiting for Mr perfect … But this man has burnt me in seconds… He was Conan the destroyer… I didn’t see him in the movie but I knew it was acted after him… the only difference is, this Konan was black, but to be candid he was the real and only konan.

‘I do like it dirty sir…’ I said stretching my palm in a firm grip for an introductory handshake and wasn’t disappointed… His grip was firm, his hand was cold from the grip, I had expected fire but was reassured when I realised it was the hand he was holding his cold glass with, the ice cold feeling quickly turned to sharp heat – amazingly the cold touch sent spasms of heat through my flesh that swirled right back my spin. I stiffened and straightened up and pretended to camouflage the effect of his touch, my very fair skin will surely have betrayed me in daylight by turning bright red but thank God it was a nightclub – nothing was as you see it.

‘DANTE ‘ he uttered with half a smile and half a smirk… I liked… I really did… Something about a man’s name – held promise !!

So I returned an equally seductive and tempting sensual pouted look and stated…
” Camer Afrie” but you can call me Afrie…

I straighten my dress and excused myself as I slowly walked back to the table where the other girls hovered, dancing and drinking the sound of Nabania in the background, they all looked at me questionable wanting to know what the chit-chat with the hottie was but I feigned indifference and joined the dance.

The club was so full we could barely see through the thickness of the crowd… But I wanted to define this night and make sure my prey and catch didn’t stray far from my eyes…

As we girly-giggled-danced the night off we were having the time of our lives when suddenly the beats changed and consequently the mood, R Kelly’s slow wind came up – a few people wavered towards their seats and others found the bar, while I turned to Dante standing right in front of me with that belly churning wry smile on his face…that was actually behind me so when I turned it became in front… Don’t get it twisted… I wasn’t drunk… I was tipsy from his presence so I wavered a bit but stood my grounds… He didn’t need to ask me anything as my slow wind hip action automatically kicked in… I was dancing involuntarily, it was the bees he’d cast inside me which caused me to dance, my hips wanted to thrust and my legs wanted to coil but thank God for this song so I danced… And danced… And danced into his arms… Yes danced and danced because it all seemed like it was happening in slow motion… And I was slow winding in slow motion with Dante in two… (can you all even imagine that??? 😆  😆  😆 )

The closeness was doing terrible things to my mind and I looked over to see my bestie wink from the counter and gave me a thumps up… Then twirled her hands in the air telling me to wind some more and give him the rear…if only she knew that my waist was winding at the speed of a fully ignited Fan in a 40°C weather… My waist was almost dislocating from the socket of my hips I am pretty sure I looked stupid… So stupid I could have been passed for a drunk…. But trusts me my hip action will set Shakira back a few million pounds – unfortunately, I was from Africa and unpopular so I made do with my popularity on Dante’s hips… Winding for him… His perfume did the rest.

“You don’t need to do that Miss… ?” he was trying to remember my name, so disappointed because I thought I had burnt my stamp on his brain… poor me.

“AFRIE” I responded… What am I doing? I asked Dante rolling my eyes like I was so ignorant yet taunting him…

You do not need to seduce me.. I am already seduced…

via GIPHY

Hahhahahahahahhahha – we both giggled our way to the next song and the next and the next testing our different styles and angles as we went on…

That evening was a given.. We just gelled… He wasn’t going no where and neither was I… Except for the loos… We just couldn’t keep our selves away from each other for longer than five minutes.

Blame me? Hell to the no- blame human instinct… The kind of conscience that will never let me do wrong – but on this day instinct won’t let me be… My body started flaring up like I had hives and my hearts started pounding at the sight of Dante… I am at him all evening in his face like a tot craving attention… And the bad news is he was a giver… He stroked caresses every exposed part of my body and like a teenage Virgin all I could do was giggle and slap his hands to stop… The kind of slaps that fanned dusts off mosquitoes – very un impulsive slaps that coerced him to touch some more and drag some more attention out of me… Decency had left the building, it was running home to my mama’s prayers while I stayed back with disgrace and just disgraced myself drooling over this demigod – He was so sleek – I am very tall  but the emotions I was experiencing dwarfed me… I was a dwarf for him… A big dwarf… Wait a dwarf is short… OK… A short dwarf… a big disgraced short dwarf (no other description fits well)

I barely struggled to look at his face instead of his chest because every time I did look at his chest I wanted to use it for my kickboxing fitness early morning routine… Punch punch and hug and punch and sweat and hug and… I went on in my head so badly that when he mentioned it was time for him to go home – I wanted to find an excuse to keep him all to myself – reality stroke me that I didn’t have his number and this could be the last time we are seeing each other if I didn’t get my act together – so I grabbed my bag from the table and like any girl went straight for my phone – and started scrolling, not sure for what but cab you ever get bored with an android phone, lie lie , so I scrolled and open apps that had no meaning , drawing his attention to the fact that I had a phone and he should ask me my number…

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18 Responses to ‘INNER BIRDS UN-caged’ PART 1

  1. maischna says:

    Dirty Martini on rocks, a Dante and R. kelly singing. What else does a girl need to let the birds fly? Waiting for part 2.

     
  2. I Rep Camer says:

    Dammnnm..Dante & Afrie…one man must die..lol. Dirty Martini on the rocks it is..;)

     
  3. Goretti says:

    So ashamed of myself. How on earth am I only discovering your blog now?
    Oooohhh, definitely my #purfectescape.
    And this piece… got me all hot and bothered and more. You painted a very vivid picture and I watched the movie as I read the story.
    Going to look for part 2. Well done darling.
    So proud of you!

     
    • DorothyDiamond says:

      your feeling is so reciprocated Goretti- how can i see ur comment only now hahahhahahaha… thanks my love i am inspired by you and you all . will bring you part two soonest !!!

       
  4. Elizabeth Eta says:

    Camer Afrie is the real deal. She is so forward with her feelings. She is a confident woman who knows what she wants and goes for it…Dante, Dante…’how can all these attributes be embodied in one man’. African Women are known to be shy when it comes to approaching a man. African women (we) need to read more of such stories, written by one of theirs (ours) to feel like it is ok to be forth coming with our feelings. Just maybe Camer Afrie is too forthcoming but again that is what art does…it pushes us to start a conversation.

     
    • DorothyDiamond says:

      You do get the vibe and the drift Eli, maybe she is too forthcoming , any she isn’t that is why we have part two of this story – i am excited to see how it all pans out!!

       
  5. Milly Mira says:

    I had to play the R. Kelly song to immerse myself completely. Mmmhhh!!!!!
    Milly
    http://Www.millystyles.blogspot.com

     
  6. Kweku Adu says:

    Wonderful piece – truly talented diamond :)

     
    • DorothyDiamond says:

      Thanks Kweku – still struggling to perfect it all for my book – with your encouragement I am onto something big!!! THANK YOU

       
  7. marilyn says:

    Only u,only u Dorothy..I was glued to this piece, I slow wind with them and it is the best of the best…kudos

     
    • DorothyDiamond says:

      Thanks Marylin did u have time to read part two and see what happens… Please do andand let know… Thanks for stopping by and escaping with me. Xoxo

       
  8. Connie(shushu) says:

    Wow…just now discovering ur blog…and this piece hot me all hottt…its intrigueing, mind-blowing and captivating..I see myself in Afrie…I was watching it play out in my mind as a movie as I read it..You did an awesome job..please have it published..movie and all…Congratulations…U have a creative mind for words…

     
    • DorothyDiamond says:

      thanks i am so humbled for every one person who reads my story – i feel like 10000 eyes have seen nd shared my world – thank again Connie you are a darling feel free to share to your connections

       
  9. AB says:

    Chisus!!!! This would make a hit movie ya… ah b d watch d Film sef for ma mind as ah b d read… like I always tell u “chop inside ya sabi”

     
  10. Therese says:

    I just had to comment on this. This is the real deal. I could see the whole movie right before my eyes. In fact, I would love to meet Dante. Afrie Camer, just to have a sneak peak. Looking never hurt a fly hihihihi

     
  11. Jc says:

    This is srs.. part 2 can’t wait ohh

     

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