Category: action

..somehow, i am a gangster. we are sitting it out in a cafe apparently after a successful ‘job’. having coffee and shit. very noisy. causing general ruckus. a white couple on the next table is uncomfortable. they move tables. we don’t mind since we now have more room. the woman is very pregnant. we are like five of us. some have guns. I have a long wicked looking kitchen knife somewhere in my clothes which i apparently picked up during our last ‘job’. i’m not sure where or how. i draw it out,wave it around asking my friends “where the hell did i pick this up”…a police car is fast approaching with siren, strobe lights and shit, we scare everyone out. the plan is to sneak out in the confusion. once outside the pregnant lady is screaming. it is time. we are good gangsters so we commandeer a car but she refuses to board the car and starts heaving and panting and massaging her bloated tummy.. and ghafla bin vu, a series of long loud farts and her tummy is flat. she lets go a long wicked laughter after which she makes a snide remark about our shocked african faces. my friend loses it, grinds her face and that of the husband into the mud. somehow that is all it takes to make them instant ‘niggerlovers’ and shit judging from their humble apology..