10.1 Black Orchid
2008 was a wet year and a good year for most of us. I fixed an air-condition unit in my cubicle last year but not too satisfied with it because it worked like a cooler. I sat staring at it after costing so much, it only sent a faint breeze into the room. It was made in China. Almost two years past since I had those disturbing dreams.
One morning I saw an elderly couple standing by the gate. I could tell by the looks they were an aristocratic people. I came to know they were the parents of Shalin. Another morning I saw a man I knew and he belonged to Jamaica. I knew him running a café in Fresco years ago and his name was Abraham. He came to pick somebody visiting Shalin and I believe that day they carried luggage to go on a journey to somewhere.
Chats continued with all my regulars including coquette though she won’t open her cam. I did not talk about Sophie Nadz because she was not the one. There were so many ten-storey buildings but sixty rooms rang a bell.
I began to notice the absence of my neighbour in slow pace on the road. Probably, Nizu completed Grade 10 in 2007 and left school either to join higher education or to seek a job.
Then one day I received a package from post. A brown package addressed to me and no sender’s name on it. Contents inside were thick and soft and not paper. I opened it to find a ladies’ underwear and a small white paper envelope. This emerald green underwear made of lace fabric with a black waistband, stiff in the crotch and unwashed. The little packet contained curls of thick hair and in fact a lot.
Who came to my mind at once was Nizmina. The day I groped her, I felt lace and hair. I could not believe she would do it, post them to me. Impossible.
I am keeping them treasured. There is no way I can find out who it was. I do have the key to the mystery but I cannot turn the lock because I do not know which lock it fits in. There are several gates in heaven. Under a microscope, I will be able to define the hair texture but if only I have a match to compare with. Is that too much a difficult job to obtain few hairs from her pubic for a test sample! Maybe not. Another way is to get her DNA and if I have a lot of money to send the samples abroad and test them in a foreign forensic lab. If only she was the source. But there’s no other girl of whom I can think of. I’m keeping the envelope too because the address on it was handwritten. Maybe one day I will come to find out who sent me those knickers.
Yes, it was 2008 and Asmr changed his mind to push me go after that woman.
Because he found out that everything that I saw in my vision was true. That baffled him. Sophie Nadz was having those issues with her properties exactly like I told him but she was unable to find a solution. My father was involved too. He was a broker. She became a grandmother in 2006. Sophie Nadz was single and a deputy minister in the government. Go after her! It’s too tall a call for me.
This began somewhere in November of 2008 and it rained hard.
“Do you believe in black magic?” he asked.
“No, I don’t believe in sorcery,” I replied.
“Good,” uttered Asmr, “but you must be willing to follow a few steps.”
“No,” I said, “I’m not going to piss in front of that woman. Not for a million dollars.” Remember, last time I tried that Mundar act, I slipped. It failed.
“No, you do not have to do that,” said Asmr, “but you will have to enter the graveyard to do a little ritual.”
“Well, I can do that. What else?”
He began to describe his plan step by step, “Now I know her weak points and that’s where we hit. You will be the Messiah who comes to help her. You and the good lady must meet.”
“That is not going to happen.”
“You need the guts to go in. You do not have to believe in black magic. You just be yourself, the Kawla we know. Black magic spells pious souls. People who believe in sorcery, people who believe in the occult, people who believe in God. People who believe in the unseen. She is consistent to all that. She’s a pious soul.”
“Can you say she’s innocent?”
“Nobody is that innocent,” he shrugged, “in fact, she has slept with young boys, barely legal.”
“How do you know that?” I asked.
“I have done my homework.”
“Who was it?”
“No, I am not going to tell you and you are not going to ask again. We do not talk about it. Respect.”
“I only have respect for her.”
“Good.” He told me the next step.
“Like hell I do that!” I beckoned immediately. His plan was to trouble her by making several calls from my mobile.
“You must do it. You can’t back down now. You are too deep into it. We will start with Black Orchid.”
“Where are you going to get a black orchid?”
“It seems Koni guys bring flowers from Brazil or we can even get it from Mexico. I will place an order with Koni flower shop.”
“You have thought about that too!” I uttered.
“I have to,” he said, “Nobody picks flowers from Enselvado. If we have to do it by ourselves, it will take all our time and energy.”