The Sub-Dummies

It was a massacre...
Mass Annihilation...
Life was cheap....
blood was cheaper...
I always worried about the Dummies. I always mentioned that the Dummies are coming... the Dummies are coming. Recently my rhetoric change to the dummies are here. I was looking the wrong way...cause you shouldnt fear the dummies, cause they are closer to fulfilling their fantasies and desires, they are living their dreams. The ones you ought to worry about are the less fortunate ones, the Dummies that dont come, the Dummies that arent here...It all started like any regular night in Ramadan. People fasting, People Watching TV, people trying to digest, and then you had the bling blings...acting like it wasnt ramadan, not cause theyre too cool for Ramadan...probably because they dont want to break the routine. A party a week is a party a week. Ramadan or no Ramadan....So they held a Party in the "Arabia Compound" overlooking a really stinky canal. I never really got where exclusive places for cool affluent people always had to be miles away from anywhere that could be deemed as remotely affluent. As i walk in, ...no that sounds too veteran, who am i to walk in...ok..Things arent like what they used to be back in the day... people used to party in Ramadan, booze up and have a wild time probably because they dont want to break the routine, A party a week is a party a week...they dont really care that Ramadan Gana...nor wa7awi ya wa7awi...
to them its just a cool month cause theyres always good food, and a time for good social activity. nothing more...
That was back in the day.
Nowadays...its Dummihood trying to crawl outta its skin...trying to shed its old skin...
they dont fast cause its cool...cause now that they have money, all of a sudden they can have an opinion, they can express themselves, they can choose..choose to be thankful to God and strengthen their relationship with Him now that He has blessed them, or they can grow an Ego..
and be too cool for being religous and Pious...they think they are Human beings now...they dont need to be good...they have all they need now. They shower their sons with money, but never gifts...The sons go spend it in City Stars...finding the most expensive and outrageous tops ( yes i never thought the day would come when a man would refer to a torsal article of clothing as a "Top") they buy cool phones, cooler shoes, and have the funkiest hair that believe it or not make even Hakeem Cringe... but they never get Cars...all they can afford...is nothing cooler than a lancer...they no a lancer is not cool.....and all they care about is cool..they ride shotgun with someone..All over the place, you find booze...empty bottles cheap guys with cheaper women, i cant really remember why was i there...did someone call for help?
no, i think i stopped doing that...i wasnt there for my own personal entertainment i am sure...was it a birthday?it was just really really cheap...cheap debauchery..Since i wasnt really enjoying my time there, i was more concerned about other trivial stuff people really dont notice.
It was a gang of boys..all stooped over one another peeking through a hole in the fence...theyre from outside of the compound...theyre hearing the music, laughter and can smell the booze while on their way back from spending most of the night in a mosque trying to get closer to God. Wondering why the likes of the people in the party, get to party all they want, and still end up with money , while they work their asses off, and have to make do 3 mouths to a loaf of bread.As the music escalated, so did the moans and groans of the drunk girls...writhing like snakes...The boys on the other side of the fence couldnt take it anymore...theyre determined...they dont really know what would they do when they get across, would they join in on the fun, or just obliterate all this offence..they really didnt care, to them it was about getting there...they were so consumed about getting there, they will decide to what to do when they finally get there.

The Fence collapsed, they poured in like water pouring out of a shattered aquarium, like a tidal wave.Nobody really noticed, The orgy they were in had their undivided attention. I couldnt stand to look, but i identified the point of the clash when the moans turned to shrieks. when they realized the groping of their privates wasnt the hands they thought, it was the hands of horny little deprived kids. Its like these little kids turned into monsters in a matter of seconds...popping out of nowhere, holding any piece of flesh and trying to consume it in any way possible, biting grabbinq, squeezing, pinching, even dry humping..
The Girls were in horror.More Kids More KidsLess girls Less girls.Would they turn to men to avoid scarcity?i started walking out, it was too much to handle.They blocked the way. One of the servicemen told me theres another route out over the hill. but decending the hill will be tricky, cause alot of pathways lead to other places.

He gave me a detailed description which i took to heart.The Chaos just exploded.With everyone screaming and running for their lives it was hard for anyone to focus. theyd lunge, 2 or 3 of them at a time over a man, and bring him down like game. One of them would scour hime for any valuables the other would start biting at his shin, i failed to recognize that was out of rage, bitterness or a mere unsatisfied apetite.people do crazy things when they are hungry.i noticed that it just wasnt the little boys anymore, everyone was joining in. The Older ones were much more amusing to watch, you can imagine how excited a 70 year old would get once he gets access to 20 year old flesh.I still cant tell what was the motive behind this. Sex , Food or Money? it was like a combination of all three if you ask me, a cry for need, a cry against greed these people had bitten off alot more than they can chew, while others sat in frustration and bitterness while the fortunate dummies dined on the world and its feeble pleasures

What kills them the most, is that they were unfortunate not so long ago...these thoughts were inturrpted when i realized im tumbling down the hill. A man eating a face broke my fall.I saw the head on the floor next to me, half of it has been eaten to the bone. the other half actually still looked like a face..you can tell the owner of the head was terrified in his last instant alive. All the booze and drugs he consumed couldnt "high" him out of having his face eaten by a hungry horny mechanic. I start running down a cold dark path by the canal until i run out of breath. i resume my escape by inconspicuously walking, im entering a crowd now and i think i can pass for either hungry...or food...i can see the crowd ending shortly, the moment they do, i will run for my life once more. I Pass the crowd, yet still in their line of vision, i realize my break will wait until i am no longer in their line of sight.i hear another man behind me talking to himself.
المكان ده خطر
سكوت
هايل
مكان تجيب فيه وحده و تزنقها
I look at him to acknowlege the subtle humor he had in his statement...his face is like a peeled orange, with bites taken out of it, and he is limping with a part of his damaged foot under his arm...At that point, i acknowledged maybe this is a little too much for me, i really want to opt out.It was to my, and horny eaten mans luck that a steamboat passed in the canal. A yellow one, we jumped aboard, and said we would explain to the skipper later. Apparently we werent the first people escaping the chaos, so the skipper didnt exactly need any explanation.All i can remember was the boat was really slow, probably why James Watt isnt really revered historically.
5 hours later along with a group of citizens we decided to report the issue to the police.when questioned in the police station, i could see blood stains on the cops collar, with a fingernail (apparently not his) stuck between his teeth
He very corteously took down my statement on a peice of paper and then he asked me...
Werent you Fasting?