The younger woman will look at me with eyes that see all my lumpen proletarianism. Unimportant, unrich, unbeautiful. She will suffer the people with weary disdain hiding the desperation to be somewhere else. Perhaps she will see my beautiful children: she will find them wanting and bless the day my "brother" told her he didn't want children. She did of course, but that was then, not now. She's very important now. She lives in a world of challenges which she bests effortlessly. She's a positive person, an example to her exclusive community.
The elder she will note any wrongness and store it for use against me. She'll save it for a temper, a fit of screaming vile things about me, hoping I will cry. I won't. The elder will tell me she can't do without me. I wish she could have a dog to beat but it would be too cruel to the animal.
I will smile and I will pay. I am the chosen child. The one beaten, killed and given to the old god.
The Road to Zimbabwe - memories of travel & romamce by John & Nancy Blignaut
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