I have dealt with enough of her bullshit over the years but nothing vexed me more than her “Always be Positive, think positive, do positive, attitude.” I bet she smells roses in her shit. I’m just the opposite of that, I always think of the worst possible outcome and wear it as a life jacket. That may be the very reason why knowing what she did didn’t lead me into the dark suicidal pit of depression. I had already anticipated that one day she is to fuck behind my back or leave me, when we were under the sheet for the very first time. “I shall always be by your side, as long as you fuck me good and spend enough to keep me hot.” She had said and I had managed enough to pull up a flummoxing smile not knowing what she really meant, I thought of it to be of something positive.

“Oh! That whore has sucked you dry like a flea.” Said Johnny gulping down on whiskey in one breath; when I told him about her fucking some guy behind my back. “I Believe so John!”  “I just don’t know what to do" I told him staring deep into the glass of whiskey in my hand. "Do you know who the guy is?" Asked Johnny almost enthusiastically."No!"
"Does she know that you know?" "No! I don't think so!"
“You know what? you need a breather my friend! You need get out more,have fun, find some girls! We need to get out in the serene arms of nature like old times! Perhaps visit Africa or go fishing, or go fishing in Africa, meet Himba people, they offer their women to their guests, did you know that? "You're always after someone else's woman aren't you?" "It's the custom of the Himba's." "OR learn why an extra limb hangs betwixt their men legs.” “Gravity!" I told him. “we don’t know that yet!” he told me, and he was right, there’s no way to prove gravity, even the brightest of minds couldn’t tell us how or why does the gravity work. So it was decided, me and Johnny were blessing the Himba's with our godly presence.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
she shrieked as I was stuffing my suitcase with my clothes, a pair of sandals, shoes and some toiletries and other things of necessity. “I’m leaving your hippo ass.” I yelled back and went into the kitchen onto pouring myself with a parting glass of whiskey. When I came back into the room she was already ransacking my luggage, murmuring obscene. “you fucking crazy bitch, why don’t I murder your ass?” I raged, kicking on the trousers that laid on the ground. I drove off to Johnny’s place, he’d already booked the tickets for the next day. “ don’t worry! About the lodging Henry, I’ve already talked with this safari agency they’re gonna provide us a campervan and we have the Himba’s.” He said. “Do Himba women suck dick?” I enquired. “I wouldn’t know that. Perhaps their men do.” “I’d anticipated that.” That’s still better than getting mauled by a pride of lions or getting raped by an elephant.
When I had first met her she had the innocence of a child, it almost made be blue and it definitely made her weak. I’d never thought she would survive the cruelty and harshness of this stinking world. But over the years she has proved me wrong, not only has she survived but she's fucking thrived.
I hadn’t told Johnny yet! But I was plotting to murder her and frame him. He never has said anything to me but I’ve seen it in his eyes, he has a thing for her. They don’t know that I know they’ve been fucking around behind my back. By inviting me to this trip he's only made things easier for me. I can almost visualize  the headline “ White male 34, 5’9” tall, Raped by an African bull elephant on heat while on safari."