Thinking about it now, the name porkey doesn’t stick well on the tip of anybody’s tongue. It’s a mouthful I agree but none-the-less it is imperative that you know how it came about. I owe you that at least, right?
Well, like all fantasies, this one begun with a sheepishly long smile, awkward snort and a parchment of paper dotted with a ten digit number. For a moment I stood there, slouching and in a gaze, stupefied by her enthralling beauty, eloquence and striking pose to which I still appreciate now. She was wasp waisted, gentle and with every step she took quite literally trodding on egg shells. This didn’t surprise me as much as the flaxen tint to her completion. Her crescent shaped eyebrows inclined slightly as she saw me staring at her. I yelped at being caught. Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly, as if to invite me over. To which I did, and she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lighting up the place and she whispered to me in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird;.. and poof! Just like that she was gone, leaving me to appreciate and linger in the intense moment she had left me in.
Mother – nature; I have always appreciated its unique yet serene allure which has always left me in awe. Like sun-sets at the horizon, spreading its largeness into a grateful sky. Rich hues of red blended with oranges, purples and crimsons blinding the sky. My spirit soars at such sights as i find myself transporting into a timeless existence, ready for the protective blanket of night and its new dreams. Ushering in the starry sky and unleashing the magnificent Luna;
–Porkey was like that. Or at least I bet she still is.
She was also dangerous, dangerous enough to take me through this painstakingly long rabbit-hole. One that I can’t crawl out of. With it, I try to create and immerse myself in relatable stories. Strange realities and or truths that drive me or have come to pass. Inspiration driven mostly from people and long engaging conversations with myself. Call them notes if you may.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m no story teller and like all horrible story tellers, the character development switch with my name on it never gets turned off. The level of damnation you will endure will simultaneously have you wanting to believe in yourself as a higher being worthy of saving this world from itself but also, that this world cynically cannot escape itself and life is a pointless gamified simulation and the best option is not to play. Therefore I implore you to not take my rumblings into heart for they are rumblings of a broken man.
And thus became porkeynote!
Deeper and deeper I find myself in this rabbit hole,it seems like I have been falling for an eternity.As if time has slowly cemented itself and struck sharp at the hour. And with every chance I get, I try to scream but the voice that speaks is not of my own.
My name is Ndiki. Indulge me as I share my opinions and lay my wild imagination bare .Welcome to my rabbit hole.