I took a stroll to the land of Israel, the land where all the mind stunning exploits happened. I've read from the paper how much their God had fought for them, a no nonsense God as the news caster announced whilst showing slides taken from the battle fields.
I wore a complete Arab regalia, and munched on my pop corn as I walk this ancient street, known for their strength and God. I actually went to Judah's compound, in a short time he'd recorded the death of his two sons. Too painful for the grieving man, and more shameful is the fact that, it is rumoured that God was in charge of the death of his two sons, Er, was first taken, and now Onan kicked the bucket also, and rumour has it that he was taken for being evil and wicked.
As I walked past the houses that led to his own, I could hear side talks and whispers, I slowed down my pace to eavesdrop whilst pretending to walk past. "Onan was killed because of Masturbation" A lanky looking Israeli lady said to her friend and they both burst into laughter. I turned around and gave them a -be-quiet- look and the other word that was about proceeding sank back into their mouth! I giggled, how Israel women fears men. The information however continued bugging my mind as I stroll pass. How could God kill someone for Masturbation? This is not an adulterous affair, neither is it a sodomy that the law prescribes death by stoning, this is self pleasure, how in the world could touching oneself be the basis of his death punishment? I mused, muttering to myself. Like the God of Israel just wants us to lick his ass always, he demands we don't fornicate, and sodomize, he included grave punishments to it, now to touch oneself, attracts death penalty. I soliloquised, hissed and shrugged my shoulder, hastening my pace. The rumour of Onan's death due to masturbation has spread rapidly amongst all the families that constitutes the tribe of Israel, I thought the law talked about gossiping? I hummed my favorite song, loud enough for my emotions to be drowned in them, and my hearings are completely overwhelmed by it. Oh, I forgot, my iPhone is here with me, I pulled it out, connected my headset, and continued my walk.
Judah's compound had some visitors, the Israelites made it a point of duty to not sympathize with people the Lord had struck their dead. It's for cleansing evil out of the land after all. They believe whatever the consequences left could be shared amongst sympathizers, so only few took the risk.
My eyes fell on Er's tomb, Judah's first son and tears escaped my eyes. The death of a loved one, how painful it is, and now two. It's too much for the poor Judah, setting his eyes on the tombs of his two sons, his supposed strength and the continuity of his name is heart wrenching, I just hoped the man do not commit suicide. Feets away from Er's tomb was that of Onan. A woman leaned against the stone that shut the world out of Onan's reach and Onan out of their reach, weeping her eyes out! The woman I came to know as Tamar, Er's wife, the reason God killed Onan. I came to discover that Onan wasn't killed for masturbation as the tale bearers said, I had a chat with Judah, even though bereaved, he could still tell the story of what led to the death of his second child.
I had inquired from sympathizers hanging around and they had pointed me to his door. I gave it three gentle tap and in seconds it swung open. Judah's house was astonishing. To keep the memories with me, I took pictures of it, and he was glad I found his house worth snapping. The most beautiful of all in his history filled house was the segment where different instruments are packed, instruments used in the worship of the God of Israel. I'd fought the urge to ask him how he could bring himself to worship the one responsible for the death of his two sons, but then the urge won, and before I could take my seat in the wooden chair adjacent where he sat, the question proceeded my lips.
Judah gave me a warm smile, a smile that told me I had asked him a brilliant question, one he was looking forward to answer. The cool evening breeze already kissed our faces, and Judah seems to love it. He walked to the window and pushed it fully open. "The cool breeze reminds me of God's precious promises to us, and the fact that he watches over me" he blurt as he stared at the open field his window faced. "He will not keep his anger forever, I will sing my song to the God of Israel," he smiled.
"And why do you feel cool to worship this one who had killed your children" I asked.
He stopped and gave me a cheerful stare, "want some porridge?" he asked, making for the door. "I'm fine sir, I'm fine" I called, causing him to stop and return to his seat. "God didn't kill my Child, Onan was indeed wicked" He told me with confidence. His facial expression had a way of having me relaxed. I was very relaxed. "What happened?" I asked him.
He gave me a long stare before beginning his tale, one he couldn't help the tears as he narrated!
"We'd lost Er, and he had no child of his own. As it is customary with us, the younger one will have the wife of his elder brother now dead to ensure his name isn't wiped off. So I'd called Onan and told him to make love with Tamar, so that the name of his brother be not wiped out from the earth. And I watched as he entered each night to be with Tamar, I was shocked that Tamar couldn't conceive, I had began having this feeling that she is barren. Especially when she told me Onan indeed slept with her, but.....but......" He stammered, wiped the straying tears off his cheek and gave me a really sad look. "I should call Tamar." He said rising from his seat, exiting through the door and returning with Tamar, a beautiful to behold damsel. He skin shone like the morning star, and he long dark hair that fell graciously on her back and chest. Even though it isn't in any fashion, she looked as beautiful as ever. And I knew immediately why Er had chosen her for wife. Who will resist this charming beauty?
"Tell him what happened when Onan came to your house!" Judah instructed. And Tamar though tough for her began explaining.
"Onan, the brother to my late husband, the one my heart delights in," she began her voice as melodious as melody, and her eyes with flashes of remnant of love. "came in that night as always, indeed he had won my heart after our first sex, I crave him, I crave his hairs that covers our faces when we kissed, I crave his hand that held my breast, and fondled it sending me into ecstasy, his soft moans, that gets me turned on each time it comes to my mind. I crave his rod, Onan is good at using his rod. He'd hold my pillars and swing in and out, riding to outer space, giving me that you own my heart smile, he made me relaxed, I gave myself more to him. Something always happen when his breathing intensifies, and his body shook, I always notice he pulled out of me and........" she blinked.
"Yes, Onan will make love to his brother's wife and spill his seed over the ground instead of the right place. Onan will repeatedly do this, enjoying the ecstasy of sex, yet denying the concluding aspect, the most important of them all. I called Onan to my room, and cautioned him about this wicked thing he is doing, and he told me, he couldn't afford to make children that will bare his brother's name instead of his. I looked at him with eyes filled with rage, I could see how wicked my child had become. I pleaded with him to either make babies for Er or forget about Er's wife, he refused, these children won't listen to their parents. They won't." Judah smirked!
"And so that day, Onan had visited again. How glad I was to see him, I was expecting him that night, I had my body thoroughly washed,and even wore the expensive perfume Er had bought me before his tragic demise. I felt the spirit of his brother will appeal to his heart through the perfume to do that which tradition demands, and I felt it worked, for Onan rode me like Er would, brushing his lips against mine, he suckled from my fountain and ate of my pot, I had several orgasm, as I gave my body in total surrender to him. He muttered sweet nothings to me, as he dipped his fingers into my honey well and licked of the juice. The man was damn hot that night and I gave him every available well I got, both at the front and back! Onan had stamina, one enviable characteristics of his, he can ride for long hours. He made me his who're that night and oh, how I loved it, as he grabbed me by my head and gave me his meat. Pushing my face deep down to take all of him! and how he'd grab me to himself when the pounding intensified. This surely will be the night, I smiled as he rammed me faster than my breath could cope with, at some point I knew I lost my breath, my body was only sensitive to the stroking of his firm man. All I could see was his face, and nothing else. His breathing had intensified again announcing the arrival of the seed of life, and I locked him in, giving him no chance to pull away, but the experienced pound master, slowed down and grabbed my breast instead, pulling out when he felt my grip relax and pouring his precious seed on the floor. I cried that night, I did. And he heaved his last, fell to the ground and died!"
Tamar said, wiping her eyes!
"This is so much wickedness, God hadn't killed my son" Judah affirmed. I thought it was due to masturbation, see the reason why it is always good to get details of an event before making conclusions?
I spent more time with them, sympathizing over the loss of their beloved, and when I felt it was enough, I stood up and took my leave!
Chines Zoe
Genesis 38:8-10
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