Body, Mind and Soul

By J.M. Thompson

This story is about a young man who chose crime, as a means for a better lifestyle. He had a problem with women though until he met a special woman who managed to revive his pride. He eventually married her but the marriage missed the element of love on both sides. He met her friends and he started a casual relationship with one of them.
His wife became aware of the relationship and she lost her mind. She attacked and stabbed her husband's girlfriend. Even so, the girlfriend never told Mike that Gail almost killed her. She received a suspended sentence for attempted murder. By then she was a successful accountant on her way to financial freedom. Her journey was cut short when her boss became aware of her crimes. Customers could not trust the company to handle their money matters.
Mike continued on his journey until he became a silent partner in a mining conglomerate owned by a group of wealthy men and women. His criminal days became a thing of the past.
When Gail gave birth to a healthy boy she was not certain who the father was, was it Mike or was it Mike's father...
Some were saying the boy is a replica of Mike's father...
Mike did not seem to care, the DNA was the same...
However, Gail could not remain as his wife fearing that one day he would lose it and he might harm...

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.M. Thompson
• Release date: Jan 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310972300

J.M. Thompson

I am a first-time writer. I have several unpublished manuscripts. Started writing almost ten years ago and publishers seem not to be interested in unknown writers. I am the eldest child with three siblings, but two have since passed on.Writing has become a hobby or a platform for connecting with myself. So many things happened in my life and most of the stuff about which I write has something to do with my life story.I am presently retired taking it real easy, but old age has its own complications yet that is how life is.

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Body, Mind and Soul

Human trinity

By JM Thompson

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Copyright @ 2014 JM Thompson

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Chapter 1

Mike was sitting in his parked car, which was the latest version of BMW series 380i. He allowed his mind to roam aimlessly around the universe in search of answers to his unending questions. None of our thoughts can fail to attract the law of attraction. Our deepest and private thoughts become public as the law of attraction will evaluate the thoughts and respond appropriately.

His mind was in a confused state without any sign of clarity. He could not decide on a single item upon which his mind could concentrate. Thus, he would receive a barrage of more confusing responses that could drive him to a point of near insanity.

He was thinking about money, women, liquor, music and crime. The thoughts were not necessarily in that order. Those thoughts formed the basis of his life and were interlinked. Even so, something interesting was always happening in his life on a regular basis. Sometimes his ego would run amuck creating false impressions in his mind.

His criminal mind could not discount the possibility of violence with his every action. However, he was yet to maim or kill another human being. There were times when the opportunity to commit the ultimate crime offered itself and he would turn around and walk away.

His own person was yet to be in a situation where he would have no other choice but to kill whether in self-defence or otherwise. Somehow he could remain sane even if the situation required otherwise of him. The car had a sound system of which any youngster could dream. Mike was in his mid-thirties regarded as a respectable but dangerous young man.

The speakers of the sound system in the car were emitting a loud musical sound, announcing his presence in the neighbourhood. He was hardly listening to the song sung by one of the local groups. The vibrating speakers kept him awake. He could easily doze off when he was alone or when he was in the company of someone, he could trust.

His trust of people was never complete, thus he would keep his gun where he could reach it without much effort. Sometimes or most of the time he relied on his bare hands and super fast reflexes.

Most of his friends were driving trendy cars even though they did not have fixed employment. His mind was roaming around and failing to settle down. He did not have financial problems as such. His problem was to do with his inability to make decisive decisions. His mind and soul never seemed to correlate. His old animal brain seemed to prevail over his new brain.

He had just arrived at his home from one of the unending wild weekend parties in Soweto. He could not make up his mind if he should go into the house or go back to the party. He began thinking about the girl he left behind at the party. His mind began playing scenes of her dance moves; she was easily the better waist shaker in the group.

Did that come from regular practice or was her body that nimble, people say, practice makes perfect. One member of the group once remarked that women like her were hopeless in bed.

Mike did not attach much importance to that statement. He thought that the man could be wrong or he was simply full of admiration and jealousy. Maybe he was bad-mouthing her because of rejection. Some people can be bad losers and become spiteful.

He was wondering if she was flirting with someone else. He knew that she would not entertain guilt emotions or thoughts if someone else offered his services. None within that group would ever try to be fresh with her. His heart began palpitating as his befuddled brain send warning signals to his mind. He worried about his reaction should she find a substitute in his absence.

He knew without doubt that whoever it could be would pay dearly for his actions. Everyone knew that he was fond of the girl. Sometimes he pretended that there was nothing-serious going on between them. None of them ever expressed his or her feelings for each other. However, his heart did not condone his false behavior.

The gravity of the message in his mind shocked him as he thought that he was immune to such emotions or feelings for any woman. Mike was deluding himself in that he thought love and loving are not natural virtues bestowed upon all human beings by nature.

Somewhere deep inside of him was a dormant feeling of love and loving. He only had to awaken his positive emotions. Maybe the vibes they experienced when they were together would grow in strength and stir his dormant love into action.

Love is not just an expression of words. Words can have no substance and can therefore create unsustainable ideas. Words are a necessary gate-opener but action speaks louder than words.

Action must sustain the words that declare feelings of love. Without any activities taking place, love becomes invalid. Action coordinates body, mind and soul. The human species functions better when all tiers are in harmony

He sobered up a little as he began to rearrange his motives with women. Was he falling in love with the woman? He thought it was impossible for him to fall in love with any woman.

He did not know much about the love vocabulary. He found it difficult for him to express his thoughts or emotions in the presence of a woman. He desperately chose to suppress such feelings yet he knew that he would want her to be his close friend.

He previously did not care much for her though because she was just a number on his list of girls and women until that moment. The decisive moment finally caught up with him, forcing his mind to delve deeper into his sub-conscience. Her face practically engraved in his mind longer than necessary for him to relax completely. His attitude about her changed dramatically.

Maybe his love was beginning to mature. All the inconclusive ideas about her in his mind gravitated towards each other and formed one solid idea. He suddenly had clarity of thoughts thereby greatly reducing the cluster of stray thoughts in his mind. She had something that bothered his uneducated mind.

He was not certain what it was about her that made her different from the rest. It could not be beauty because she was not beautiful and she was not ugly either. She was attractive almost as if she had magnetic or hypnotic powers. Maybe she was too sensuous for his mind to comprehend.

His inner thoughts gravitated towards the dancing girl. Something was forcing his mind to concentrate upon the girl he thought was just an acquaintance. The experience was new to him and he somehow did not resent the attitude he gained by thinking about the girl.

Was that the turning point of his life? Mike learned something knew about his being. He could feel the lightness of his whole being and he wanted to dwell in that sphere of comfort.

He was emotionally entering a very new domain and his heart was not at ease. His mind was at ease and encouraged him to take each step with care. However, his pounding heart forced him to take tentative steps towards the centre of the new domain.

If he could reach the centre without stumbling or falling, he might then claim to be king of his newly discovered domain. He might then renew his confidence in his ability to love and feel loved.

Remember the biblical story about Adam and Eve. Adam had been with Eve in the Garden of Eden for a while and he did not recognize her as a woman (sex object). The now popular idea of coitus never entered his mind. They were both aware of their different genitals and body structure but the idea of having sex never infiltrated their innocent minds. None of them ventured to explore their differences; they were content until the juice of the apple introduced lust into their lives.

The man’s mind was pure and simple. She was simply a companion given to him by God. Now lately even friends can engage in such activities in the name of consoling each other. The common phrase is ‘friends with benefits’.

However, when she offered him the apple he took it and tasted of the fruit. His view of her changed and he saw something he could not notice before the juice of the apple opened his eyes. So then, the Devil knew what would happen as soon as they tasted of the forbidden fruit. Mike was no different from Adam in this regard. He was waiting for someone special to revive and or activate his loving emotions.

All the women who surrounded him were simply friends and nothing more. He was still a virgin even at the age of thirty, but not entirely a virgin. His friends had babies all over the township and he had none. Some of his friends even thought that he was gay.

He accepted the fact that she had the right curves at the right places. She had a proportionally built body, from the soles of her feet up to the crown of her head. She was in the true sense of the word, an object of desire. She was one of those women who could mesmerize any sane man despite lacking facial beauty, Mike was not completely sane but he was still a complete human being.

He enjoyed women’s company but everything stopped right there. He had nothing to offer except his presence and money. Money kept some of his playmates within reach. Even though he had a long list of playmates, he learned nothing from his adventures.

He was still sitting in his car, he felt dirty, and his clothes reeked of sweat. He therefore had to freshen up, his face felt greasy and his armpits had a faint sweaty smell. Dancing and thumping took a great deal of energy from his body and caused him to sweat. He knew that his body needed to rest but his mind failed to come to a definite conclusion.

His stubby fingers made a crude sound as they collided with the steering wheel of the car. He closed his eyes and tilted his head upwards, seeking some answers from the universal mind. The universal mind did not respond to his request and he became somewhat frustrated. He had no idea how to come to a definite conclusion regarding his dilemma.

His thinking pattern was in disarray, out of his control. He always had the same problem after a heavy bout of drinking and partying. However, this time nothing was normal. His crippled father was not part of the equation then. Something happened at the party and he felt worried. He knew that he would have to have another shot to calm his nerves. Maybe then, his stubby fingers would stop rattling.

A car drove past and the driver sounded the horn of his car. The owner was an acquaintance of Mike. Mike recognized the car and responded by sounding his hooter. To his amazement, he saw the car stop and reverse towards his house.

Did he make a mistake by sounding his horn in response? What did he want with him? He knew the man to be one of the toughies of the neighbourhood. The car came to stop by his gate and the driver alighted leaving his door wide open and the music blaring.

Hey Mike, how you doing. The man spoke in a baritone voice.

Mike smiled uneasily and said, I am good. He hoped that his visitor would not pick up his tension.

Long time no see, you are pretty scarce.

You know how it is; I just came in a few minutes ago.

Listen, I need to talk to you about something. Can we talk here and now?

The man’s voice was suddenly demanding and authoritative. The tension in Mike’s chest grew even stronger. He thought about the incident at the party. He wondered about what it was that the man wanted to talk to him.

I do not think that this is the right time to talk.

Okay, but know that I need to discuss a serious matter with you, come to my place sometime tonight.

Mike asked, What time.

Any time tonight, I am not going anywhere.

The man then walked away leaving Mike to ponder on the unknown topic. By then Mike was his normal self. He knew all about his visitor and could guess that the forthcoming discussion could possibly spell trouble or something unpleasant for him.

He was still sitting in his car and he turned around and saw his father for the first time. He shook his head as if in disapproval of his presence. He thought that his father enjoyed listening to him talk to his friends.

Why was he so curious to know things that did not concern him? He wondered if his father was lonely as a man or as a person. Maybe he needed some sort of company to keep him from prying. He thought he could arrange something of that nature.

He thought that he could find someone to clean the house and do the laundry. The woman could also live in one of the outside rooms. He preferred someone who did not have a husband or boyfriend. Husbands and boyfriends could be a handful.

His father was sitting on his wheelchair under a tree in the yard watching his son battle with the forces of nature. He had spent the night alone in the house. He dreaded weekends, for he would always be alone in that house.

Sometimes he did not have the strength or the will to eat anything. He always wished for death to rescue him from his misery. What was the point of living when his life had no meaning or purpose anymore?

This man thought that he was clever. His inability to walk was a farce. His display of uselessness was a lie. Yet he fooled Mike to a point of perfection. He applied the skills he used before he had the untimely accident to fool his late wife.

However, he always imagined that he was on top of his game. He had no idea that his wife was on to him from the very first lie he told her. He convinced himself that his method was brilliant because his wife never once accused him of adultery.

So there he was looking at his son through the eyes of an old rogue. He despised him for failing to make any impression on women. At his age he ought to have a woman in the house instead, he was running around with other men. When was he going to enjoy the comfort women can give to a man?

God was not stupid when He formed a woman for Adam; He knew exactly that in the end, Adam would know his wife and begin the process of procreation.

Mike had no idea why God made Eve for Adam. God’s reason was procreation and James thought of a woman as an object of desire. He suddenly wondered if Mike was gay.

That would be a damaging blow to his pride if he were gay. He knew of no one in his family that displayed homosexual tendencies. He thought that Mike would be a disgrace to the family name. He thought that if that were the case then he would have to kick him out of the house.

James thought that his only son did not bother about his welfare. He seemed to forget that Mike bought everything they required in the house. Mike took care of all the financial expenses. James donated a small percentage of his disability grant towards filling the liquor cabinet.

He was wondering if Mike wished him dead, well he could not really blame him since he realized that he had become a burden to him. Even though he knew that he was only acting as a cripple hoping to entice an innocent soul into his wasp, but what was he trying to prove and to whom.

Maybe he had a plan brewing in his devious mind. They never had a working relationship since the death of his wife. She was the bonding link between them and her death severed the link. Even so, he still loved his son. He had no idea why his son seemed to be lost in thought. He wanted to help his son but he was afraid of his reaction.

Mike was a moody person and he could sometimes say horrible things. His reaction could sometimes be annoying as he was fond of using foul language or street lingo. The old man wheeled his wheelchair away from Mike and into the house.

His heart was heavy with sorrow and regrets. If he could turn back the clock of time he would definitely do so, but he was powerless. Time lost never regained.

The lifestyle he once enjoyed was no longer available to him. The result of the accident brought all freedom of association to a standstill. He chose to be a victim of circumstances. His friends no longer regarded him as their friend.

The insurance paid him a large sum of money and he was receiving the disability grant from the government. However, the disability grant chained him to that wheelchair. His greed for money was his weakness. What is the point of hoarding money and not spending it wisely? Was he saving it for his son?

The fatal accident put an end to his meandering ways of boozing and womanizing. Most of his women were young girls. None of them cared much for him as a person except for one. She was always sending him text messages even when he was at home. She held him with a tight leash.

On the night of the accident, he was trying to read one of her messages when suddenly bright lights caused him to blink. He realized then that his car was travelling on the opposite lane.

He swerved his car trying to avoid an oncoming truck but his reflexes were too slow. He lost control and the car collided with a huge tree, his foot was still on the accelerator and his mind seemingly failing to function.

He spent more money on his concubines than at his home. Life was good and worth living then. In his present condition, he could only hope that Mike would bring a woman into the house then his life would certainly become worthwhile.

Nature did not seem to hear his call. His friends abandoned him a long time ago; his girlfriends were probably having fun with other people. He was of no use to them in that state. His son probably saw no value in him. He had never imagined his own flesh and blood treating like a total stranger.

They were the only tenants in the house. That house was once spotlessly clean. Salo was no longer available to keep the house tidy; it was a home then for the three of them. Mike’s mother passed away a few years earlier leaving the two men to cross swords without her intervention.

They both could not deal with the loss of their beloved mother and wife. She played both roles with a sense of pride and distinction. They never once lacked a shoulder on which to cry. James had no one to deceive and to whom to lie. Mike could see through his maze of lies and he stopped lying to him.

She was a perfect companion and advisor to both males in her life. Mike was the only child and she only had one husband and no other men in her life. She chose to forsake all other male companions after her marriage to her husband.

She seemed to understand and love her role as a wife. She served God by taking good care of her husband and son. However, they both failed to follow her example. In their mourning episode, they lost track of her teachings and guidelines about being God’s servants.

Mike’s father, James wheeled his wheelchair towards his favourite corner and poured himself a glassful of brandy mixed with limejuice. He relaxed in his wheelchair and slowly sipped the liquor.

The memory of his late wife came rushing into his view, almost causing him to drop the glass of liquor. He could swear that he heard her voice scolding him. She hated any type of liquor. Drinking too much liquor almost caused James his life. He could not stop drinking as old habits and deeds kept haunting him.

Sitting in his wheelchair, he began to wonder why it was that his wife died first. She was always full of energy and never once complained about any sort of pain or discomfort.

Generally, men die first and leave their wives to run amuck. She seemed to enjoy life throughout her journey of life. Yet she seemed to walk alone as if confined to the solitary lane.

In her heart, she believed in the living God but her family did not share her sentiments about God. Both husband and son seemed oblivious to her not so solitary journey. Maybe they chose not to put their faith in God but in their perceived ancestors.

Maybe they were afraid to declare their faith in God. James firmly believed in the notion of ancestors being able to cater for his requirements in life. Mike believed in his ability to create his own wealth. He believed in tangible stuff, the rest was fantasy. He could never understand why his father, with all his wickedness still managed to worship Jesus.

Mike’s mother Salo, attended church regularly yet she never put on a pious face. She remained true to herself in all forms. When other women began gossiping, she would excuse herself and walk away. Some women even began to call her degrading names.

Some made up stories about her in an attempt to tarnish her seemingly good character. None of them succeeded in causing her to show any form of anger in public. James and Mike did not know that she practiced yoga and meditation regularly. In some way, they were not worth the trouble.

She was wise enough to know that if she could react in public she would lose her dignity and self-control. She could not allow anyone to invade her innermost emotions. She had no reason to expose her emotions for the world’s pleasure.

Her emotions were her private domain, not even James had the fortune of grasping his wife’s emotional state at any given time. Mike walked into the house then and James garnered enough courage to say something to him.

Mike, we need to talk son.

What is the problem this time?

You know that I cannot do much for myself yet you seem not to care.

No, you failed to take care of yourself while you still had full use of your limbs, now you want to shift the blame.

I know that but I cannot undo what has already happened.

Mike said, Maybe I should take you to one of the old age homes. They will take care of you there.

No my boy, I am not going to live in one of those dumps.

So, what do you want me to do?

Why don’t you get married?

Now that is not your business, maybe I can find you an old woman to look after you. Yeah that is exactly what you need.

I cannot afford to pay anyone to look after me.

Come on, dad you have your disability grant coming every month.

That is not enough for me to share with anyone.

Since you choose to be stubborn, do you have any suggestions?

James seemed to be thinking hard as to how to put forth his only suggestion. He took another sip of the brandy and grimaced a little as the hot liquor slid down his throat. His eyes were already bloodshot then he lit his pipe. The smell of the rum and maple tobacco had a distinctive aroma, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

Mike did not like smoking, watching his father pulling the smoke into his lungs added a notch of disgust at his father. Finally, James opened his mouth and uttered words that shocked his son.

If you are going to find someone to look after me, bring me a young one.

Mike said, Do you honestly believe that a young woman will have patience for you.

You will be surprised to learn that young women have fresh ideas, old women are already used up.

What are you talking about?

You will find that out in due course as you grow older and maybe even wiser.

The question of marriage had never bothered Mike until his father asked him why he was not getting married. Frankly, he did not intend to have a permanent woman around him. He thought that having to see the same face continuously would irritate him.

He again thought of the girl he left at the party. She seemed to be invading his mind frequently enough for him to wonder if he was being delusive. Suddenly the missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle fell into place. He smiled and walked out of the house and drove away.

James saw him walk out and heard the car drive out of the yard. He stood up and made himself a snack. Then he tidied up, his cell phone rang causing him to get a fright. That phone never rang for the past five years, now suddenly someone saw it fit to call him. It shocked him to realize how fast time can change people’s attitudes. It was not so long ago when his phone could ring incessantly.

The ringing tone would excite him with anticipation then. He wondered whom it could be that was calling him. He quickly opened the phone and spoke casually. He still had no idea who the caller was. There was no history of the caller in his phone.

Hello this is James speaking.

He was not prepared to hear the voice he heard, he thought the person no longer even cared to ask about his health.

How are you James?

Well I am doing okay; I thought you people deleted me from your phones.

That is what I intend to do depending on your response.

James sensed that something was wrong with the caller. Solomon was on the line calling him. He was Moiré’s boyfriend and Moiré was insisting on him calling James for old time sake. They all used to party together, drinking liquor and doing stuff reserved for adults. Moiré was the star of the group able to keep everyone merry. They were all principled; none of them ever messed with another’s partner.

Hey what is happening with you?

I just thought that I should call you and ask about your welfare.

After so many years you now think of my welfare, that does not sound right, say something else.

I am sorry my friend, I had my own troubles as well.

So your troubles are over now.

Not quiet but almost.

James listened and detected some degree of pain in the caller’s voice. Memories of days gone by began to flood his mind. Those were the days, he thought would never end, but even good things must end at some point.

Why don’t you pay me a visit sometime?

That would be nice to see your face once more then I will not have to delete you from my phone.

Bring something nice if and when you come.

I will bring some of your friends with me.

Come with anyone of your choice but not if any of them can be rude when tipsy.

James never had any male friends so to speak. He might have referred to them as his friends but they were actually people whom he knew and dealt with. Solomon knew that very well, his girlfriend, Moiré was closer to James than any other female ever was.

All his friends were women. For them to assemble in his house at the same time would not serve any purpose. He remembered an old incident that one of his woman friends once mentioned to him.

This was her story: - I had a boyfriend and I decided to invite him to my home. This was during the school holidays and he suggested that I should rather go to his home. I went there and found him reading one of those silly magazines. He tried to hide the magazine but he was too late for that.

I surprised him by saying that there was nothing wrong with being curious about life. After all, the people in those magazines are real people and they do things that people do in private. Then a girl walked into the house, then another followed and another.

Within a short space of time there were seven of us women sitting there. My boyfriend was visibly tense even though he tried to be entertaining. Then I asked him to buy us more cold drink but one of the girls suggested we buy liquor. No one questioned why she wanted liquor.

My boyfriend then was about to leave when one of the girls said she would accompany him. I was already aware that something was about to happen. I offered to go along. The three of us went to the nearest shebeen to buy our liquor.

The girls we left behind formulated a plan of action in our absence. When we arrived carrying four six-packs of ciders and beer, we found them playing music. I realized that one of them was familiar with that house. I kept my cool and joined the girls in enjoying life. We drank the liquor and soon things began to turn sour.

One of the girls said, Actually who is your girlfriend amongst us. The boy was probably expecting such a question and he said, I love you all. Then the drama began. One stout built girl said, Spoken like a man, show us then how much of a man you are. We had an orgy with one man and seven girls. At the time, we knew nothing about aids/HIV.

James imagined his woman friends assembling in his house and making sexual demands on him. That could be a disastrous experience. However, he was willing to take a chance, but that could expose his fraudulent scheme.

Give me a call when you are ready to come over.

Solomon then said, Moiré is here with me, do you want to talk to her.

Then he heard Moiré’s voice, hello brother, how are you keeping.

Are you still fooling around with Solomon?

"Why not, he is still the best man in town.

Chapter 2

Mike arrived at the party house in Orlando East and parked his car alongside other cars. Most of his friends were still there; some of them were obviously drowsy but not sleeping. They were probably watching over their women. Some of the women were sleeping all over the place.

Two or three women were sitting on the chairs with their heads resting on the tables. The music was playing softly to allow the women to sleep. It appeared as though the girls did not have homes to which they could go. The women were actually still young as their ages ranged from eighteen to around thirty. Some of them appeared older than their actual ages.

Mike walked in feeling fresh and he immediately poured a shot of whisky in a clean glass. He drank the stuff neat and grimaced slightly. Then he ordered roasted whole chicken He poured another shot and sat on one of the stools. This time his mind managed to come to a definite decision. He looked around and located his so-called girl. She was around twenty-nine but anyone could think that she was twenty-five or so.

He was looking at her, sizing her up for the task ahead. Somehow, he thought that she would not throw a tantrum when he told her what he had in mind. He walked over to her and sat by her side. She seemed to be deep in thought; maybe she was falling asleep as her eyelids kept on fluttering.

An oldish woman brought him his chicken and she put the plate on the table. The spicy smell drifted to his nostrils sharpening his appetite. He ate his meat sharing with some of his close friends. Thereafter he wiped his hands and lips with a damp towel.

After a long while, the girl next to him seemed to come back to life. She slowly lifted her head