Sunday, June 22, 2008

Blog Mongers III

Dear Wise Sistah,
I have been started and deleted this email to you so many times that I have lost count. I knew that for me to get the healing that I so desperately seek, I would need to do this. Talking to you is the final phase of ripping the band aid off the wound that is my bleeding heart and battered soul. I know that this email will confuse you as you think you have no idea what I am talking about. But I can assure you that you do and in your own very brave way, you tried to prevent us all from going through the same experience but we were too absorbed by your tale to fully understand the bright red flag of warning that you waved. I for one, thought myself above such mistakes and thus walked right into one. Now, I have to retrace my steps and have returned to my starting point, bruised and bewildered but very grateful that I was even able to return at all. It seems that many others have not been so lucky.

I only have one question. It will explain the ramblings in the paragraph above to you and I know that your answer will help me immensely. Like you, I was lured into believing that life outside of blogville was just as believable and predictable as life within it; a place where the blogger and his words are the same.

How did you survive HIM? I am trying to and it has been devastating. I have lost myself in a most horrific way. I was wrenched away from my reality and everyday is a struggle not to loose all else.


Sincerely

Little-Enid-Blyton


I read the email over and over again, each time heart sinking to an even deeper place in my chest. Just when I had imagined that the past was all wrapped up and put where it belonged: on hot embers so they could be turned to ash, it seemed that a little piece had escaped the fire and floated up on the softest breeze to taunt me. I was suddenly enraged. Rising out of my seat with a loud, almost inhumane scream that tore itself from my tortured breast, I hurled my mug of coffee away from me and at the wall. The ceramic piece shattered releasing its dark contents in a splash against my curtains that were in its way.

I realized I was shaking; and so much that saliva was collecting in my mouth and coming out in small spurts. Tears sprang to my eyes and gushed out and before I knew it, I was sobbing. Not just for myself but for her. I slowly sank to my chair but had knocked it away when I stood up so instead my body sank awkwardly to the floor. There I sat in a most uncomfortable and undignified manner.

Then suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I was going to say what I had been threatening to say and what HE had threatened me not to. I no longer cared that he said he had emails from me that would contradict my allegations and turn me into the woman scorned and the stalker spurned. I did not care that he said he had me on video doing unspeakable things in the nude, so drunk that even I could not remember. I did not care about all he had said. All I knew was that I was dealing with a very sick and twisted individual who needed to be stopped. Someone who used the cloak of anonymity to befriend and betray the trust of innocent women; Sistahs of mine.

All of us had become bloggers for different reasons and had been grateful for the camaraderie and friendships we had found. We had made the mistake of taking it outside of the realms for which it was intended. The hand we had extended had been horribly maimed. Our bodies and minds horribly raped. The result of mine lay in some dumpster somewhere along with other unformed human waste that could only be found in such clinics that performed the service.

It all had to end. And I had decided to bite the bullet and do the deed. I picked myself up, pulled my chair back and returned to my computer screen. The email was still open, Little-Enid-Blyton's email sitting undisturbed and unflinching. I opened another tab and logged into my Blogspot account.

That motherfucker was going down.

26 comments:

Afrobabe said...

Wow...whats going on here???

Afrobabe said...

ok...my amaebo ass has gone to all the blos with a potential for dramma and I see noffink...babe, spill abeg...

Baroque said...

hey, somebody don die...waste the mudafucker! how can he be so cruel to such unsuspecting women? (not like i understand the letter sha oh)

geisha said...

you are so talented.
but i will calm myself down.
i also want to say, to your blog mongers series respectively:
amEN,
AMeN,,
and AMEN!

bumight said...

this is the wolf that Solomonsydelle was talking about

Ms. Catwalq said...

Afrobabe: Phew...it's just a post

baroque: the letter is from another female blogger who has experienced the same fate as the one who is going to take action...

Geisha: Amen? uhhhh, methinks u need to elaborate for me

Bumight: maybe...maybe not. wolves exist in all forms and in every group...blogville is no exception

teediva said...

cant wait for the next post in the series. interesting.

Parakeet said...

So let me understand this, is there a bloke in blogville breaking unsuspecting sistahs' hearts?

t04051 said...

Someone needs to out this person ASAP!!! If he is this bad... why are people still protecting his identity??? Seriously!

guerreiranigeriana said...

...could have sworn i left a message on your last one...oh well...these get more and more intriguing...sad that it can get that serious and have such grave results...keep them coming...

Afrobabe said...

Just a post my ass...spill the juice jare....so not fair...I want in on the blood shed!!!

Naapali said...

@ Afrobabe; u be oni wahala proper, see u see spilled beans.

@ Catwalq; I feel the pain and rage in this one. Hope you are well.

@ Wolf; maybe you are reading this maybe you are not but be very afraid.

Jarrai said...

This "wolf" needs to be caged...
Girl...we got your back.

Jarrai said...

when is the next post...aaaggh i hate suspence

Jarrai said...

when is the next post...aaaggh i hate suspence

30+ said...

@Catwalq, I thought you said it's just a post how comes Dr Naaps is mentioning the wolf again...I was hoping it had nothing to do with it.

So we / y'all going to be speaking codes while there is a potential danger, if some of the stuff I have heard is to be believed?!

Well code will not do jack o?!

Abeg if folks are afraid of mentioning names, there is a way it is done ...INSTANTA I WILL DELIVER THE MESSAGE

I don't know how to beat about the bush.

All these speaking in tongues won't sell market.

NigerianDramaQueen said...

hmmmmm
this series has that certain something...
that je ne sais quoi,
that makes soap opera's fascinating!

Pink-satin said...

hey, was hoping to see a post on blogville idol!!!:

Pink-satin said...

na wa whats all this about!!no be fiction!!!

Catwalq said...

It's a story...anyone making connections where there aren't is doing so at their own creativity.

Pink Satin: mo sorry gan an. The next Mongers post will be on the idol. I am so sorry

Funms said...

is this fiction?????? pls break it down.....

Sherri said...

is it that serious?
na wao!

Anonymous said...

@everybody, a word is enough for the wise.

Queen of My Castle said...

I am in love with your creativity and vivid imagery. Fact or fiction, there is some truth to this post and its predecessors

maithumbi said...

For my mind, i tag this one SBN "senior babe network"(for those wey be jjc) All those crying wolf sef, what about wolferine(abi, wetin be female wolf, catwalq, pls borrow me english?)

Just by the way, who be dis guy man wey be all this much and jara becos, i for like to know how he dey do am, sotay 9ja gals wey open eye well-well dey fall yakata for am...

sorri, i forget say na fiction

Charizard said...

*quaking in boots*

see me see gbese!!!

Okay officially I am afraid...darn...so there is wolferine ke?

sheep like me are in trouble?