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aning program. This programme was not particularly a secret, there was even a campaign for it. They said it was a rehabilitation oppo

oper education. the ruling party wanted us to train and that's exactly what we did. The 'programme' lasted for about eight years. My entire teenage years. Once the crisis was curbed to a manageable amount, we were dismissed. No names on the wall, no plastic medals, no acknowledgement, no nothing. We were not allowed to disclose anything about the program to the public or in private, in a way we were to be gr

me as if we were old friends as if they had known me from way back as if they knew my roots, as if I h

I was eating fat. Until the towns butcher requested for help. He was big and tall almost as huge as my dad, just as grumpy too. Guess it comes with the job. He was a billion years old (eighty four) went I met him. old, grey, huge but definit

y properly resign or announce my intentions to disappear. I'd like to think that I was a free agent and I don't work for the government but let's not kid ourselves, eighty percent of my jobs were contracts from the so called government of the people. Not only did I not properly announce my retirement, I had also left a few 'projects' undone. I just woke up one morning six years ago and decided to raise a middle finger. This time, my mind was made up, I w

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