Munyambuliko

If you see Kay,
Tell him he may.
See you in tea,
Tell him from me.
James Joyce

In one of our incoherent, blurry-visioned conversations of mine and my pals' we got to contemplating on the mysterious word 'fuck'.

'how is it, that the act of sexual congress became a form of abuse?", ejaculated rev suddenly, his head oscillating slowly, his eyes unfocussed, muscles hanging loosely on his face. he had one of those ive-just-said-something-of-monumental-importance looks.

'no really, why is it that if someone kosead me i'd retort in a really pissed off voice that he should go and have intercourse? which will probably be pleasurable and relaxing. probably just what he needed.'

a series of blank looks convinced him that he was having a conversation only his beer understood. it nodded sagely in his hand.

when i thought about it a little later, i realized enyewe he had a point. what's with that? or is it that when i say 'fuck you' i really mean i am going to have sexual relations with you against your will? like i'm going to anally rape you? anally rape you and have tons of fun while you writhe and squirm and try to shut ur ass like tying a knot at the end of a balloon?

i really don't mean to imply that i am going to have intimate relations with another man.

i think, fuck you was like a form of greeting. Yeah, that's what it was. it was a salutation. i mean, can you think of something more pleasurable to wish someone whom you've just met than sex? some dude must have just strolled out of his digs after some satisfying sex and, smiling from ear to ear, must have wished the same good fortune on a pal of his, methinks.

'hey joe! fuck you!'

'fuck you too, boss'

'fuck u till your dick's sore! like me! look! my dick's sore.'

so, now that i have to get going, i'll just wish you and everyone you meet a day of sac emptying, pelvic muscle exercising intercourse.

'FUCK YOU ALL!'