The Crawling Old Man

I counted in seconds as the clock tick away. It was the end of the day’s work. A time to leave my monotonous routine until the next day. I hurriedly logged myself out, making sure I did not leave anything behind, I scanned through my workstation and dashed out of the office while saying the usual “See you in the morning”.

I half-walked, half-ran to the car. It takes 10 minutes to walk to where I parked my battered car and another 10 minutes to drive to my child’s school before finally heading home where more chores are waiting. This is my life.

However, on this day as I walked to my car, I noticed an old man about 6 foot tall, probably in his 80 ahead of me. In no time at all, I caught up with him. Something came to mind as I glanced back at him. He was in no rush to catch up with me. (more…)

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The Tale of my Cousin and his theft.

My cousin came to live with us when he was just 5. I  do not remember the circumstances that surrounded this transition to our house. However, I remember he got enrolled in a school nearby. He was a likeable fellow and was never tired of running errands. He was good at chores and would outsmart everyone at tidying up the house or doing the dishes. He loved dancing and could tell tales everyone enjoyed listening to.  He was creative and entertaining. He was very good at negotiation. He was popular among his peers. He was playful, lively and jolly.

At around the age of 8, my cousin’s bed-wetting habit began. He would  wet the bed 5 times within an 8-hour sleep. With him, nothing worked. From bed-wetting, my cousin started stealing. He would steal from his friends, school, neighbours and people he did not know. He began stealing just for the fun of it. My cousin w stole things he needed and things he didn’t need. He stole a box filled with keys one day and he did not know what to do with keys of different sizes! (more…)

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