Bespectacled

been in this race since I was a sperm cell, and I made it to the finish line, when a guy was in bed with her. The guy didn't reject the pregnancy. He became my dad at age 19. He was a low-

h, well, in real sense it was greatly contrary to what we really are. We lived in the same place my Grandma had lived all her life, everything was the way it was years ago. My home wasn't an eye sore, it was a filth depot. I had tried arranging the place but it only changed the point of view of how it looked. And it had a particular long lasting stench that onl

stew. He liked me. He didn't love me. He gave me things, but trashed me at the slightest things. I preferred him to my mum. His occupation, that... I didn't know. I only knew he b

home, when I was supposed to be at school. I was doing really good and preferred to stay at school because i

r ears, especially the left. Soon they came out sweating. I got to understand what they were doing that night when I grew, and whatever they were doing in the room produced another product. Another boy. I heard my mum cuss and declare that that was the last baby. Unlike me, he was given a better name. He was named by my father as Solomon. I wondered if that meant he was going to be greater than I am. Over the years, I was given the responsibility to take ca

mum walk into the room, in a dress I had never seen on her, with outrageous ornaments. They made he

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t definitely was a party. My mind made me realize that the money I saved could have changed my life. And maybe I could have assisted my grandma in a way. I really owed her. My mum, like I preferred to call her, which if I called her mum, was a big slap

ft, the dusty, unstraight road with layers upon layers of all kinds of dirts, nylons going out of colour, passing in front of houses in fifties and probably sixties; houses with chipping blocks, broken windows, dingy public bathrooms, old inhabitants and sloven youths. They were to the hustle bustle of the neighborhood when it struck dawn, the loud music from the only guy with the job that requires a suit and tie; the wailing of kids under the torture of c

ed in one of those old story buildings with