Urd’s mind drifted to remembering a conch, found on occasions when he
and other boys went sea-bathing. One or two of the better divers among
them would find one, sometimes along edges of coral reefs; even
fishermen dragged them in their nets.
His thoughts travelled to its color. A pink conch was indeed a beautiful
Zeen knew her color choice was charming. Urd realized that she was not
simply tripping. This woman was smart, tactical, strategic too.
“Urd, do you like the color of a conch,” she teased. “It is pink from
the inside out. This is what you’ll be seeing when we meet, when that
resplendent moon begins descending.”
“Why the descending moon,” he asked curiously. She breathed pleasurably.
“At that time the womb is slippery. As the moon descends, its texture
changes, a sort of cleaning begins. The entire reproductive area is
intelligent, if you wish.”
“I don’t understand,” Urd intervened. “How do you know this?” he asked.
“Well, let us see what happens when you get here. Even rivers are
cleaner and the ocean water is clearer. A plant gathers up its
nutrition, a woman’s body sweats gently, mildly. She feels slender. Her
body tissue is pleasing to her touch.”
“Zeen, I do not understand yet how the descending moon and your body are
related, but I guess everything is related in nature.”
“Think of it this way Urd. I ovulate. This is a time and a season.”
“Well, don’t even talk this. I can well imagine you ovulating in the
full moon. All heaven breaks loose, I gather.”
“Whenever that time comes, whenever this happens to happen, whenever the
date of ovulation and the night of the full moon fall on the same day,
yes Monsieur Urd, you shall have your wish.”
“I didn’t wish for anything,” Urd responded almost shyly. He wanted to
think about something else. “Know what, I must write a few notes for
work tomorrow. So, I gather we have a date tomorrow?” he suggested.
“Well, he is becoming assertive, stating the date. Is there a specific
time? What would you like to drink, eat? Should I wear anything specific?”
“Surprise me Zeen. You’re quite adept at charming. Let me be impressed
when I get there.”
“Hmmm. Sounds good to me. Buy me some flowers. Two roses. Red ones. Is
Urd chuckled. “You sure are an entertainer Zeen.”
It was time to turn to his own preoccupation: notes developing through
that journal started two months past. He told Zeen, he was about to
prepare a few notes for work, but that was not the case.
He was caught in the irresistible web of opposites. He was in a debate,
a wrestle with his beliefs. He was determined to find an answer, or at
the very least, engage the age-old tension burning in his heart.
It was a private project. No one had seen it. No one had been told, not
even Rosetta. In fact, her decision to enter college had given him fire,
the inspiring fire.
Must’ve been a deprivation suffered as a child. His thoughts were
consumed in no other place than the female reproductive system.
How was this conceived? Was there anything like this anywhere in the
How long did it take a child to be formed and why was he thinking about
The elder, the one he encountered at the pedestrian crossing, figured at
He paused. Thoughts announce. Why were his thoughts of the female
reproductive system followed by those of the elder? Who was she? Would
he meet her again?
A warmth emanated from the spot between his two eyes. For one moment, he
felt a profound connection with his sister Rosetta. In another, he saw
why Zeen was in his life and times and seasons.
He took to writing. ‘We are ageless, timeless, speechless. We speak but
have never heard the language of the body, the language of a child
sucking at its mother’s breasts’. He paused and took to sobbing — sh.