Dear Editor,
One cool Friday evening, old school friends Irma and Maria got together for drinks and dinner at a popular West African bar and restaurant. The ambiance was perfect. The latest and most popular African tunes filtered throughout the crowded room. It was a typical Friday night where friends met friends and families’ night out was the buzz at the restaurant.
Single ladies Irma and Maria were seated within a bird’s eye view of two buff and handsome African men competing at a pool table in the corner of the room. “Uumm,” sighed Maria. “What’s wrong?” asked Irma, “Is the meal not to your liking?” “No, it’s not the meal,” said Maria, “I was thinking about that silly Jose divorcing me after 10 years of marriage for that watering can Katrina.” “Look!” shouted Irma sternly, “We are here to have a good time and for you to get over that weak cry baby that is good for nothing but shedding tears.”
Grabbing Maria by the hand Irma said, “Come, let’s go play a game of pool, we can challenge the men to a game at the table.” “You are right, let’s do just that,” responded Maria, “After all, I didn’t come out tonight to feel sorry for myself. Let’s not talk about Mr. All-huff-and-no-puff Jose.”
Both girls were laughing as they approached the pool table. “Well hellooo,” said a handsome chocolate-skinned male. Flashing perfect white teeth he asked, “Are you beautiful little ladies here for us big strong men to teach you how to play?” “No, not at all, responded Irma, “We know how to play pool. We thought maybe we can challenge you and your friend to a game, ladies against men?” This request coming from two little ladies, wearing nail polish and makeup made the men at the pool table erupt in loud laughter while eying Maria and Irma from head to feet. “Listen ladies, go back to your little table and talk about shopping or cooking or whatever it is ladies do.”
“Hey Luis, these are delicate ladies, so watch your manners man,” Said the other guy to his pool buddy. “You are right Hurricane Harvey, sorry ladies pardon my manners, I am Hurricane Luis and this is Hurricane Harvey, perhaps you’ve heard of us? And you ladies are?” “This is my friend Maria and I am Irma.” Looking Hurricane Harvey and Luis confidently in their eyes, Irma asked, “Now that we have gotten the introductions out of the way what do you say to our challenge at this pool table, or are you big and strong hurricanes afraid to get the wind knock out of you by two delicate ladies?” said Maria with a smirk.
Hurricane Harvey became annoyed at the girls teasing he said, “Look ladies I have caused widespread catastrophic flooding in Texas and along the Gulf Coast and my friend Hurricane Luis here have brought destruction to many islands in the Caribbean, including the beautiful and friendly island of St. Maarten. We wouldn’t want to embarrass you two beautiful tropical depressions at the pool table, it would be like taking candy from a baby.”
“We are manly hurricanes that date girls like Hurricane Donna,” said Luis, and Harvey said, “It’s not about you; we have an image to maintain, but you both are extremely beautiful developing ladies so I’ll tell you what,” Harvey continued, “You both go out there in September and show us how strong you are to compete with us two powerful hurricanes and we will take you both up on your challenge.”
“In fact, we’ll even marry you if you can both prove to us how strong you are!” said Hurricane Luis.
The girls shook the guys’ big strong hands and Irma said “Keep practicing boys, we’ll meet you back here in December at the end of the hurricane season.” Then whispering to Maria, Irma said “Silly guys, when they will learn to never, ever underestimate the power and strength of a woman!”
Name withheld at author's request.
