Johanna’s Passion

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Johanna Baartman inhaled her first breaths on the morning she was born in a labourer’s cottage, on the farm where her parents had lived and worked their entire lives. She was the second of five children. Her eldest brother, Karel, died on the farm during a harvesting accident when she was twelve, and she had three younger siblings. There were the two middle sisters, Sara and Jacoba, and the youngest was her baby brother, Hans.The farm was owned by the Du Plessis family, who had cultivated this land for seven generations, starting with Jacques-Pierre Du Plessis who came to Southern Africa with the French Settlers in 1683. It was 1966 in South Africa, at the height of a near crumbling nationalist regime that ruled for more than two decades and implemented “apartheid” or racial segregation, lawfully enforcing the non-fraternisation of ‘white-’ and ‘non-white’ people.On the Du Plessis farm, this separation was also evident, although having to live on the same land and working alongside each, their lives would be more entwined than elsewhere in the country. There was a large homestead with electricity, running water, and appliances versus the five small, white-chalk-painted cottages where the labourers lived. They were reliant on fire to heat water and cook their food, and their clothes were largely hand-downs from the Du Plessis family. They earned very little but were given rations from the farm’s produce and had homes to live in at no cost.Ben du Plessis was born on the farm, on a cold winter’s night, twenty-two years ago. He was the firstborn and had only one sibling, his sister, Maria, who was four years his junior. He attended the local village school until he was placed at a hostel in one of the bigger towns, about an hour’s drive from their farm, to complete his senior school education. Once he obtained his senior school certificate, he returned to the family farm and immediately commenced working alongside his father, Barend. They farmed with grapes, harvested from their vineyards planted nearly two hundred years ago. There were also some cattle and Barend added vegetable plantations in recent years, which they sold at the local co-op market.Ben and Johanna were of a similar age and in effect grew up together. As far back as their earliest memories could recall, their lives would be entwined on the farm. Together they explored the vastness of the farm’s territory, shared many fun adventures, and discovered special places where they would spend time building forts or shelters. They learnt to swim in the cement feeding dams and rode on the animals, or chased the chickens when they got up to mischief. They were very close, unabated by the politics of the country. Until Ben left to attend high school.Here he was taught that “skin colour was important, that white Christian folk were better than other races, and that mixing with them, eroded your God-given culture”.Upon returning home at the start of his second-term school holiday, a fourteen-year-old Ben crushed his best friend’s soul.A very excited Johanna ran up to greet him when he got out of the car. Ben brushed away her extended arms, pushed her to the side, and bluntly told her not to ever touch him again.Johanna was shattered. She had been waiting for his return with great anticipation and to be so blatantly rejected by him, literally broke her teenage heart. She had missed him so much and felt utter loneliness without her best friend. She could not understand why Ben was so different from the last time they were together.Ben swallowed the pain he felt when he saw her walking away from him, hearing her whimpering sobs as her shoulders shook in anguish.Johanna did not attend school. She looked after her siblings until she was around fifteen or sixteen and then started working on the farm as a labourer. Her world was completely confined to the size of the farm. The first time she visited the nearby village, was when she turned thirteen, and her mother and father took her to a shop to buy her a pretty birthday dress. Other than the occasional village visit, the farm was her entire world.She was also izmit escort a late bloomer and only hit puberty when she was nearly seventeen. Her thin frame, which was as flat as an ironing board, suddenly pushed out two perky breasts, making her look rather awkward. By the time she was twenty, she had grown into her body and had a shapely backside to compliment her fully developed bust. Even though she was a naive farm girl, she had beautiful features, with distinctive mixed European and San characteristics. Her skin was a light, milky coffee tone and she had high cheekbones, dark brown eyes, and a broad smile.When she was about eighteen, she started working in the main homestead. Mrs. Du Plessis took her to town to purchase three, button-up dresses which were to be her work attire in the house. Mrs. Du Plessis developed a soft spot for Johanna, especially so when her daughter, Maria, was sent to a school hostel too. Johanna filled the void left in her heart and home. She was very fond of Johanna and the two would often go into town together to shop for groceries, attend to the banking matters and see to chores that needed to be done.Johanna and Ben did not interact much after he brushed her away, nearly six years ago. She would nod in his direction to greet him in the mornings and would respond to his questions when necessary. She did, however, still love Ben with all her heart. Boys from their- and adjacent farms, would make passes at her, wolf-whistle in her direction, and even tried to seduce her on several occasions. She was never enthused by their advances though, brashly telling them off and at times, had to physically defend herself from intoxicated men who would try to have their way with her.On one such occasion, she hit an older man with a bottle against the head, slashing his head open with the broken glass and requiring Mr. Du Plessis to drive the drunk man to town for medical attention. When she was scolded by her parents and Mr du Plessis about her actions, she tried to explain that she was merely defending herself and that the man was at fault. She was very upset that she had to suffer when the man who tried to force himself on her, should have been the one in trouble.After this incident, all the men were a little more aloof around her and certainly more careful about how they approached her. Most of the other girls she knew, had sexual experiences before their eighteenth birthday, but Johanna was not interested in any of it. Her heart was Ben’s. Whether he accepted her love or not, she knew no other would ever fill his place and if that meant she would die alone as a virgin, this would be her fate. And she had, in effect, accepted this already.Ben, though, was the heir apparent and groomed by his father to take over the farm in years to come. He took this role seriously and lived for his family’s farm legacy. He already had ideas and plans on how to expand their fresh produce cultivation. He had a concrete vision of his purpose, one which drove him to be up at 4:30 am and return home when it became dark. His social life was confined to attending the church service in town on a Sunday, after which people would mill around the parking area and chat with one another. This was how and where current affair updates were shared. Ben would catch up with old school friend acquaintances, or, together with his dad, have farming conversations with other farmers. He would notice some of the younger women, of which there were not many, and sometimes nod in their direction. A courteous greeting, in his mind.At the annual farmer’s show, there would be a dance held at the showground’s hall and everyone from at least an hour’s drive-radius would be there. Here Ben would have the opportunity to request a dance partner from some of the women he knew. This would also be the closest he ever came to the opposite sex. Albeit a ruler length away from one another and only his one hand resting on his partner’s side, the other stretched out to hold her hand. ‘Gently’, as he was told by his mother when she taught him how to lead a lady during a dance. yahya kaptan escort Ben noticed that their skin was soft and smooth when he would hold their hands. He admitted that much, but other than this, girls were not high on his agenda. He was not concerned about this either, as he believed that God’s will would provide him with a wife and children and that this should not concern him.The unexpected death of his mother shattered Ben. She died during her sleep one night. Her body was cold by morning when Mr. Du Plessis brought her a cup of coffee, their forty-four-year morning wake-up ritual. The doctor suspected that she had a heart attack and that there was nothing they could do to have prevented this. Ben sobbed over his mother’s body, his head on her chest, and holding her hand, he cried like a little boy. His father had to physically remove him from the room so they could prepare her remains to be transported to town. Mr du Plessis cut a solemn figure on the porch of their home as he watched the ambulance drive away. He went to his room where he stayed until the next day.The house was eerily quiet for the rest of the day. It was late afternoon, and Ben sat against the wall on the floor of his bedroom. His head hung down between his legs and only his shoulders shook in the silence. Johanna stood outside his door, slightly ajar but enough for her to peer at Ben. She wanted to rush inside, put her arms around him, and comfort him in his pain. She also yearned for his sympathy at her loss. Mrs du Plessis had become an important figure in her life and she felt like a piece of her soul had been ripped away from her.She did not have time to express any emotions as yet, having to deal with the unfolding events of that morning. Tears started running down her cheeks. Johanna had not cried for as long as she could care to remember. She recalled the last time when she was fourteen and Ben pushed her away. She did not intend to cry and the tears streaming from her eyes released an emotional flood wave from deep inside her, initiating a weeping, near childlike wailing from her.Ben’s attention was drawn to the sound coming from outside his door. It sounded like a girl but his sister was not home yet. He stood up and wiped his face clean before he walked up to the door to open it. When he saw Johanna’s heartbroken face, he burst into tears again and they both embraced one another. They held onto each other for a long time. Both snickered and sniffed as they calmed each other. Johanna pulled away first, looked at Ben, and told him how sorry she was about his loss. She spoke to him about what his mother meant to her, how she cared about her, and that she too, will miss her. Ben’s body shook as he heard her words. It was the first to verbalise his loss.“Thank you, Johanna,” he managed to say, “and I am sorry for your loss too,” and they hugged again.“Let me make you some tea,” Johanna suggested after they managed to compose themselves.“I’ll help you,” Ben answered and made their way to the kitchen.Johanna filled the kettle and took a teacup and saucer from the cupboard. Ben took out the milk from the fridge and they stood there in silence, watching the kettle boil. Both were far off in their thoughts. When the water was ready, she filled the cup and dropped a tea bag in it. Ben took out another cup and dropped a tea bag into it.“For you,” he said.She filled her cup too and again, the two of them stood there, watching the tea draw a brown colour into the hot water. Ben pulled out a chair for Johanna and they both sat at the large wooden table, sipping their hot tea in silence. Neither said anything but once they were done, Johanna got up and bent forward to reach for Ben’s cup. As she lifted the saucer, Ben placed his hand on hers.“Sit, please,” and motioned for her to sit.“Johanna, I need to tell you something important,” he started, speaking softly, his voice craggy from all the crying.“I am truly sorry about how I’ve treated you.”“What for Master?” she replied and pulled her hand out from under his.“You are my oldest gebze escort friend Johanna. You know me better than anyone, even my mother. And I treated you with such disdain and contempt. Yet here you are, at my side, comforting me. I have come to realise, Johanna, you are the only person in the world whom I want with me right now. Not my father, not my sister, or a priest. It is only you. Just your presence makes me feel different, better. I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am to you. And how truly sorry I am about how I treated you. Could you ever forgive me?” Ben’s heartfelt words came as a surprise to Johanna.Tears were running down her cheeks again. She tried to speak but she was overwhelmed by Ben’s words. He was sincere and spoke from his heart, something she had not seen him do since they were much younger. Ben reached out his hand, placing it open-face in front of her while he looked into her eyes. She lifted one hand from her lap and placed it in his, watching his fingers wrap around hers and his gentle squeeze. She looked up again to meet his gaze. Ben reach forward with his other hand and wiped the tears from her cheek. When he did the other side, her head dropped onto his hand, moving upward to feel his soft caress on her skin.She closed her eyes as he kept stroking the side of her face, tracing his fingers down the jawline and to her neck. She did not resist when she felt his hand slide around to the back of her head and pull her forward. Her eyes were still closed when she felt Ben’s lips touch hers. Her lips parted slightly at the touch of his and they pressed their mouths against each other, both captured in the moment. Both experienced sensations they had never felt before. They opened their eyes when their lips parted.“Ben, why did you do that?” she asked shyly.“I wanted to kiss you,” he tried to smile at her, “I’m sorry if I offended you,” he added bashfully, looking out the window before his gaze returned to her.“And it brought me joy,” he spoke in a soft, gentle manner, “It also made me feel, well, like a longing that needed to be fulfilled,” he added in earnest.He was honestly confused about his current state, including his John Thomas which seemed to have gained a life of its own in his trousers. “Firstly, thank you for your kind words. I have needed to hear that, more than what I’ve realised,” Johanna replied, smiling at him as she looked up into his eyes.“Secondly, I feel the same, Ben, very much,” she added, her head turning away coyly in her admission.She experienced a warm sensation that was streaming through her, into her lower belly which made her feel a bit nauseous. Yet, as Ben stated, she too felt an unfamiliar craving that yearned to be filled.“Ben, I have always loved you. And I will always love you. No other man could ever take your place in my heart,” she continued telling him, “I have never been with another man Ben, ever. Do you understand?” her eyes narrowed while she stared into his eyes. Ben nodded.“I have never been with anyone either,” he replied softly and smiled at her again, leaning forward to kiss her again. They both got up from their chairs to meet the other’s lips, and they pressed against each other passionately, their arms wrapped around one another.“Please come with me,” Ben asked Johanna to follow him and he motioned to the passage.She held his hand and followed him down the passage to his bedroom. He led her in and closed the door behind them.“Johanna, it has been an emotional day and I can’t say whether it is this or these feelings I have for you, but I do know that I want to be with you. Alone, privately.”He embraced her before placing his lips against hers again. Johanna reached up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was floating on air, and her body tingled when Ben’s muscular body pressed against her. For Ben, the engorgement in his trousers had become most uncomfortable and he was forced to adjust himself. When he reached down with his hand, Johanna looked down and pushed it away. She sat down onto her knees and undid his thick leather belt before undoing the buttons of his trousers, which she flapped open to pull his underwear down. The bent-over shaft sprung free from its confined space. Its sheer weight caused it to drop down in front of her and immediately recoiled straight back up due to its aroused state, pointed directly at Johanna’s face.

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