My First nightly tryst

The first vampires' convention taught me the following three golden rules that I must follow as a zombie:

1. Zombies wander at nights.

2. Zombies should never stoop, rather zombies structures are not programmed for stooping.

3. At the first crow of the cock, zombies have to return to their grave.

Well, keeping the three rules engraved deep in my dilapidated heart, I went for my first nightly tryst. Lazy that I am I chose the first house that came in my path. Jackals cried their full-throttled cries, owls hooted to lend in an eerie atmosphere, wind lamented with creepy cries that made me move with a swiftness I surely knew was insaneness of the new world I had been forced into. In the dark, the house, almost weak with age stood promising me my first prey. During my human time, my grandma would tell me that in order to keep zombies out, villagers used to build houses with small doors, knowing the fact that zombies can't stoop. Not wanting to play the zombie role seriously, I wished the house had small door so that in the next convention I can report that I had to return empty-handed each day owing to the low door. But my ill-luck from my human days had followed me to my zombie days too, the door stood tall in front of me giving me the space not only to walk smoothly but had I chosen to jump and hop like a spring, I would still have been able to enter the house without breaking my stiff neck.

Still not beaten in my reluctance to play that role, I started frantically looking for a winnowing sieve hanging somewhere on the door. Now who hasn't heard the myth that if you hang a winnowing sieve on the door, it'll keep the zombie busy, counting the holes in the sieve hence, the zombie would have to return before the task of counting the holes in the sieve would been completed as the cock would crow by then. No such luck, I guess zombies have become such rarity that people have stopped hanging the sieve on the door. I felt like singing a song in rhythm of the snoring that ensued from within. But do zombies ever sing? Well that's a food for thought for people reading this and for me to ask the sorcerer during our next convention. Just then, "titit……titit…….titit…" the alarm clock sounded from inside. Aren't clocks replaced by alarm clocks in the present day world? Yippee! I jumped with joy and darted back to my grave to rest for the day. Have you ever heard of a lousy zombie like me?

Vampires Convention

Black fumes with strong odor of strange concoction greeted us, an old man with white flowing hair stood across a table with an assortment of strange items in front of him. I sat in the middle of extremely ugly-creatures, appalled at the kind of faces who greeted each other as if it was the most normal things in the world to have contorted faces with blood spilling in all places. The stench of age-old blood mixed with some fresh blood gave me fever and I wanted to go out, vamoose from that place with an accelerated speed but the hard stare of the Old man held me captive in that room. After what seemed like eons of eternity, the Old man spoke with a voice of steel that made the air in that room freeze but it failed to solidify his venom spat in our direction. "What did YOU do after getting up from your grave?" The exaggerated YOU thrown in my direction sent a chill down my spine, "I….I…,"I stammered feeling stupid and at the same time unable to comprehend my roles and responsibilities as a Zombie. Well, it is not everyday that we get to play this role. "Don't FORGET how you died and WHY I had to bring you back like THIS!" He banged hard on the table as if he did me a great favor by bringing me out of grave and I cast a quick glance over my body to find half of my face rotting, the skin sagging and wrinkled, my hair unruly and unkempt, my nails long and curved like a claw of some creature, eyes bulging out minus its eyelids; if there was ever a time in my life time that I felt like becoming invisible-it was now. "I wouldn't be seen dead like this, forget about meeting any other creature," I wanted to scream, but, wait a minute! Who am I kidding? I'm dead and this is my new look.

For the next set of eternity I sat as each zombie/ vampires call them whatever you want to, gave an inventory of their evil deeds. Since I was just born, I mean dug out of the grave I was given orientation of what a zombie is supposed to be doing, so LOOK OUT! HERE I COME WITH A ROLE TO PLAY!" (As soon as I fulfill my first I'll report here.)

A New me

It's me a ZOMBIE, freshly dug out from the grave I've been lying in for the past ten years. My grave had me and my series of never acquired dreams titillating me and making me a sourpuss whom no one ever noticed existed in my lifetime. This new journey is a renewed vengeance playing straight from my shattered heart and now no mercy shall be spared for the people who wronged me. I'll lie low till the dim twilight gives way to the darkie cousin of mine and then, hand in hand I shall come dancing with the tune played by the stars. In the darkest of the dark hours, I'll do the things I've never done in the light of who I was then, but it doesn't matter anymore now, and I'll set my own rules. There was a time when my head moved up and down in an ever approving nod whenever I was dictated to live my life as per the rules others set for me but that time is a history, I am new, born again to live my life like I've always wanted to. God has given me a second time to prove my worth and that I shall do with all the might I would be required to have. The ugly staid girl of yester-years has withered in that grave of her relentless dreams and now the new cells have given a clone with a different heart and a different feeling to hurt, not to get hurt; to stand tall and not to bow low; to think wisely and not to act that emotional crap thing anymore.