THE POTTER

It's the cool of the day. The sun's intense heat had dissipated, and was replaced by a soothing and gentle calmness. The moon and stars were about to begin their shift. She walked with her face down, reflecting how weak and almost lifeless she was. Her hands were by her side and looked so wobbly. Her hair looked unkempt and rough as though a racoon just dealt with her hair. Her eyes were now red and swollen due to the prolonged cry. Anyone would literally think she was a zombie at the sight of her. All that was going on in her head was to die. She thought dying was the only way she could end the tragedy that her life had always been. She moved closer to the railing of the bridge. She just found a good way to end her life. She patiently waited until there was no living being around that vicinity. She began to climb the railings with tears in her eyes. "She shouldn't die, no suicide is not an option." A smaller portion of her will be warned. But a larger portion of ...

Her room was still in a mess, but that was the least of her problems at the moment. She could not help but fling items around every angle of the room in anger and frustration, making the room even worse than it was. She began to scream at the top of her voice.  "Who is your father, you bastard?" She said to herself squeezing her belly really hard with so much anger and bitterness in her heart. "Did you really have to get in the way now, huh? I wish I could squeeze you out of my womb right now, you bastard!" She said again as though she could see the fetus in her womb. After crying and wallowing in anger and bitterness for about 2 hours, she picked up her cellphone to call her lovers with the intention to share the news with them. She hoped in her heart that one of them would accept to take her in, and take responsibility to father the unborn child. "Hello, Mike." She said over the phone. "Hey, babe! What's up?" Mike replied. "I'm pre...

  It's the first day of the week and the morning seemed full of energy from the golden rays that peeked through the clouds, casting a warm glow on the landscape. The dawn had finally faded, and the world awakened from its slumber. She had a lot planned for the day. She planned to meet with about nine of her lovers, to go clubbing with her folks, to get new sets of clothes at the boutique and then to attend a birthday party. She reached out for a glass of water, and just as she was about to take a gulp, she staggered, and this made the glass of water fall from her hands. She put her left hand on her forehead as if to squeeze it. She looked at the ground to see the mess she had made. All she could do was reach out to the chair next to her so she could sit. In about 5 minutes, she felt better and started to clean up the mess she had made. Just then, her phone rang. "Hey, James! Missing me already?" She asked, speaking over the phone. "You know, it's been a while....

It all happened when she made up her mind and thought, "I will go after my lovers, who give me my bread and my water, my wool and my linen, my oil and my drink. It's not as though anyone cares about me. I must survive by all means. God doesn't even care anyway. Family is nothing but bad news." Yes, this was her thought. Yes, she already made up her mind. The next thing left for her to do was to take action. "Hello, Mike. Are you home?" she asked one of her many lovers over the phone. "Yes, babe. You know I'm always home for you." Mike replied. "I will be right there. We have a lot of acts yet to be done." She said. "I will be waiting for you." Mike replied.          *********************************** "Will you be here tomorrow?" Mike asked. "Tomorrow? C'mon. I have other places to be tomorrow. My services are needed elsewhere tomorrow." She replied. "Okay, have your pay. Until next time."...