My ride, with my beautiful Easter, made me sleep for more than two and half hours.
When I woke up I felt lazy to brush my teeth. But the awful taste buds in my mouth and its smell could not be ignored.
I reached my hand on a bottle of canned spirit. I poured a good amount in my mouth. Gurgled, I made sure it rinsed my whole mouth for two minutes.
I felt the spirit prick into my gums. I endured it. For I knew it was for my good. Finally I swallowed the content.
My stomach rumbled, super hunger had taken its abode in me. It continued growling, petitioning for food.
"My God this hunger kill me if I don't do anything about it."
My mind started formulating what to eat.
I need something grilled.
I fantasized, my taste buds did feel the taste of the grilled pork slices before I could even have them ready.
In my blood stream there was too much alcohol. Maybe that's why it caused this strong urge for flesh meat.
I had to satisfy the needs of the body. That's what we live for right? It doesn't matter whether you agree with me or not.
"Easter, make a stop."
She was accelerating at the speed of 180 km/hr. She instantly shifted gears.
She gradually began to decelerate and continued to change gears pretty fast and slowing down.
The speedometer gauge also drastically dropped. Until my beautiful Easter came to a stop.
"Easter, play for me my favorite jam of Bob Marley. Increase the volume to 65% and connect all the speakers"
"Enjoy your party."
My beautiful Easter wished me the best. She had the knowledge that whenever I requested to raise the volume of the sound system to 65% to 70%. It implied a party would come next.
I opened my back bonnet. It did not open like any other Lamborghini Urus. It opened oppositely and downwards.
When it opened she looked longer and different. Like I said she is custom made.
I switch on the grilling portable machine which was positioned at the far corner of the left side of my back bonnet.
To the right happened to be a mini deep freezer. I pulled it open. Three things were stacked in.
Two half portions of chicken, two bream fish and five sliced pork steaks.
My tongue tingled for pork. I salivated for the steaks having imagined to the end how it would taste after I grilled it.
I managed to separate the two pieces from the other three. I sundered the two pieces and stacked them on a braai grill which had hit up quite well.
The solidified ice on them began to melt.
"Great, I can't wait to taste this mother pork. Or should I say father pork?"
"Forget it. It doesn't matter but I am going to have a great time eating you."
I tried to determine just what this pork was when it was a pig. Even when I had the knowledge that I couldn't get the desired answer.
I just had to be grateful that I had this grand opportunity to eat it. Be it female or male.
All forms of creation exist in eternity, so if I ate the flesh of a pig it wasn't a sin and I didn't violate any laws at all.
Its real form will continue to exist in eternity. Complex thoughts I concluded.
I actually did it a great favour. It did not go to dust without sustaining a life.
At that consideration, pure thoughts circulated in my head like a cold chill. All my senses were crisped.
Momentarily, the relic playing on the speakers stole my precious time.
"Stir it up
Little darling, stir it up (Come on, baby)
Come on and stir it up (Ooh)
Little darling, stir it up (Oh-oh)
It's been a long, long time, yeah! (Stir it, stir it, stir it together)
Since I got you on my mind (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh-oh!
Now you are here (Stir it, stir it, stir it together), I said
It's so clear
To see what we could do baby (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Just me and you
Come on and stir it up (I wanna say)
Little darling stir it up (Come on, baby!)
Come on and stir it up (Yeah)
Little darling, stir it up! (Oh, mmmh)..."
I sang along. Kind of miming. I misstepped some words. I didn't know all the words by heart. I only sang what I remembered from the relic.
My senses got stimulated extremely fast. Soon I felt euphoria. Happiness and blissful emotions enveloped my body and soul.
I flipped the pork slices. It had formed up some water on the top.
To the other side it had some little brownish potholes colour.
I picked up different spices, salt and mixed them together. I smeared the top parts. And let the downside drain out some water.
I sang along loudly, at the top of my voice as I performed all other tasks that showed just how much I loved the music.
The smoke from the pork slices brought out with it a nice, lovely aroma. The aroma penetrated my nostrils, to my brain cells.
Gosh I loved this sweet aroma. It increased my salivating grand activities.
"Come on baby…"
I sang along in a free spirited mood. When you reach such a limit all you would wish for it's to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy.
I lit up the gas stove next to my grilling braai. Put a small pot with water inside.
"Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly…"
Another of my favorites by Bob Marley began to play immediately after "Stir it up."
I flipped the pork slices to the other side. I repeated the process of smearing the mixture of spices and salt.
The water in the small pot boiled. I added some salt and then some pasta.
I had free time and the freedom offered to me by the universe. I opened the canned beans, fish and pastry with my military knife.
"Won't you help me sing… the songs of freedom."
The pork slices apparently appeared they could get ready anytime soon. I wasn't in a hurry. I had all the time in this world.
I sprinkled some beer on the pork slices to improve its flavour. I like it done with lemons but I did not have any.
I took out my portable small garden chair. I stretched it and mounted it before putting it on the ground.