A handshake is a greeting, an expression of trust, a mutual guarantee by
two people that at least in one hand, they carry no weapon but it can
also ensure a measure of distance and convey an articulation of reserve
as if its participants are thinking, thus far and no further...in one
short sentence, a handshake is not a hug.
The new Matriarch of the
Adagiri extended family had come visiting us with the proverbial olive
branch in hand to commiserate with us over the loss of our home as read
in TSUNAMI but of course, we knew better than to take such words to
heart but chose to quietly listen anyway. She prevailed on us to be
patient with the family as regards inheritance, knowing now was a
crucial time we needed money. Mom was quite surprised as she was
typically expecting the Matriarch to rain fire and brimstone on her for
daring to get a loan using her late brother's house as collateral, the
non-payment leading to the loss of the house even though the house is
legally Mom's after Dad's demise. Mom simply nodded and thanked the
Matriarch for her concern, she thereafter settled down and engaged us in
a bit of chitchat where she learned it was going to be QT's birthday
the next day and we had no idea what to do for him...actually, I was the
one who let that slip with the hope she would sponsor a treat for him, I
blurted out after she asked what we were up to,
"Well, ma'am, we are
quite well, obviously trying to cope in light of recent events...we had
even made plans way ahead of time to celebrate Qatari's birthday which
is tomorrow but now....it's all gone to cinders with our home gone"
3 Brothers, 1 Mixed half-brother and the drama of their lives...who says men don't have drama
Monday, 21 November 2016
Monday, 7 November 2016
Spine of steel
I was busy with the preparation of food for dinner, chopping vegetables,
onions, et al when Karl walked briskly into the kitchen where I was,
held me from behind by ringing his arms around my waist, grinding his
bulge against my thighs and giving me a peck behind my earlobe as I
swiftly turned to look at him, wondering if he was high. His hair
tousled beautifully in a bed mess, he retreated from me and asked if I
liked it,
"What? Karl? Are you alright? Ofcourse not I didn't like that, you sure you okay?"
"What? Karl? Are you alright? Ofcourse not I didn't like that, you sure you okay?"
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