Junk Matter

In conversation with my mom on many occasions she has often lamented, women are women's worst enemies - in the local parlance; woman eh like woman like dem selves (if only I could type it in creole, it would have that desired bite).

I encountered a couple vixens recently which left me to say the least, infuriated. Initially I dismissed their insolence with a polite response and continued on my way - I thought it inappropriate and certainly in poor taste to address these simpletons at the time. But the more I thought about them the more my blood boiled - have you ever noticed how that black, thick, stinking muck bubbles in the sulphur springs, indicative of the full fury of this dormant volcano being kept at bay just beneath the surface, laying in wait; well that was me, all that was missing from my obvious demeanour was the steam and the stink.

These women, no sorry, to categorise them (I can not yet find an appropriate word at this time, and vixen is a bit too gracious in retrospect) as women would be an insult to real women all over. These pestilence (Ah! I think that is it - something which is more than a nuisance which no one wants around and would best be disposed of - kinda like swine flu) seemingly designed to reign down havoc or, at the very least incite dissidence on/among unsuspecting harmonious human beings, brought me to the point where I felt the greatest desire to convene a meeting between my open hand and their faces - no diplomacy, protocol or pleasantries necessary.

I do not advocate violence against women, luckily, so all I could do at that instance, was to continue talking on my phone, shake my head and walk away. Fortunately however, I have listened (though not all the times) to the wisdom of my mother; and her words echoed in every corner of my head and restrained every fiber of my being (like it has in many potentially violent situations before); "there is a time and place for everything - don't exchange words for blows."

And with those words I know the opportunity will present itself to me, to deal with these pestilence in a fitting manner. Dealing with them conjures images of shredding and deleting junk mail - they are sought of like matter, just taking up space, except that matter has a greater purpose.