“Are you married?” I asked in a huff, I don’t want to die in a love triangle, I joked. (You see I am one straightforward persona and rarely sugarcoat issues) “I was”. He retorted. “Four times”, he continued as he puffed some smoke into the air from his edicio’n Limitada cigar and gave a blank gaze which emphasized hurt. Or despair. Or both. I pulled my seat and waited for him to proceed. He didn’t. I paused. Maybe I had made him relive his sad memories yet again. Looking back, I perhaps now understood why he had treated me the way he had on the day I was being inducted to his previous place of work. My first encounter with him was
Marital Dramas
Savior
Every parent at some point wishes for a child with an excellent disposition with political correctness. Jenny was far from that and chose to be a social misfit without apology. Her folks left her to be wild as she wished maybe the world would teach her a hard lesson. The young lass believed she was too pretty and life was too short to adhere to societal norms. What lay ahead? In an unkind word that had no iota of mercy for whoever it chose to be harsh to, would the girl make to see another day? One of her partying days led her to this posh joint where she brushed shoulders with the high and mighty. Her outfit looked cheaper than
The Don
He summed up his lecture and carefully packed his old brown leather bag, that had a strap screaming for replacement. He loved and cherished it dearly. why would a man be so obsessed with such an ugly bag? His students could barely understand the theory behind it. He carefully placed it on the passenger's seat and drove away listening to good old rich country music. Every time his lessons ended in the varsity professor Ogu would feel drained. This was one of his worst days. A Friday, leading to a weekend that the lecturers' offices were to be repainted, thus he could not sneak in as tradition. Running away from problems instead of facing them was considered cowardice. The don did
