After a stressful knock on the Mahogany door, a teenage boy finally scuttled through to answer the door.My scraggly-beards, unkempt-mustache dark face flashed at the boy…“Oh my gosh! Mad man!” he cursed me and tilted back his body, almost hitting the wall, “What are you doing here, you mad man?” the kid queried and slammed the door on me, with a slight cry for help as he paced back into the room.I could hear his feet stamping on the floor as he ran back into the bedroom calling on his parents.I stared around the entire serene environment. Everywhere had changed radically. We never had a garden, and if I could recall we had a leaking roof and scrubby broken doors and window panes. All of that had metamorphosed into a little haven, which instilled in me the room for argument if this was actually our home.“Where is the mad man?”A voice from inside interrupted my thought and I shot my gaze in the direction of the door as the voice thickened as it got closer.Soon I was staring at a

Upon gazing on mother in her sick bed, I fell upon my nibbled knees, caught her cold palms and planted enchanting kissed on her fickle palms. Just like father, mother had plunged into her old age so suddenly that I wondered if she was a granny.The machines connected to her veins and nostrils were beeping innumerably that I saw death hovering over her.“Mother! Wake up! It is me, Brian! I am out of prison now! Mother wake up, please…” I sobbed, shook her slightly to aid in waking her up if that could go a long way.But she lay put, stilly, unmoved, with her pale bulged face up at the ceiling as oxygen mask covered her entire face, like some space scientist.“Mother! Mother! I am sorry for the pain I inflicted on you! Please forgive me! I am out of prison now! I have come to prove my innocence to you! Please wake up…” I wailed at the tops of my voice, hoping I could get unhinged.“Brian hold on,” the doctor, a middle aged short-haired Indian motioned at me, “You don’t need to disturb y

At dawn a horrendous, mind-seizing knock slammed on our door. Since I had no bed, I had to sit up all night to sleep. I was very much awake to answer the door, should there be any visitor.But father was faster than me to answer the door and afterwards a yell came at him.“Mr. Patrick how long is it going to take you to pay a five hundred dollars house rent, uh?”I paid attention carefully as I heard father plead with our landlord, “Please Mr. Kenny, give me some more time. My wife’s illness has taken everything from me. I am going to pay up in due time, please I promise.”The landlord groaned annoyingly, “You are less than poverty, Mr. Patrick what other due time do you want other than the ones I have given to you. You just manage a one room yet you can’t pay for it. Isn’t it better you pack out and relocate to the cold street, uh?”Initially I craned to behold the landlord but since I couldn’t stand my father being insulted by anybody, I came out side to reprimand him.“Oh who do we

Father wasn’t at home when I got in. in our lonely empty, crammed room, I dropped on the floor and wept bitterly for my life while I relived my agony in jail and this past few days.When I heard a shuffling walker close by, I wiped my tears and perked up hastily so as not to give him the room to chastise me for losing a job.He halted at the door upon gazing on me. I could perceive the suspicion and confusion which beclouded his wrinkled face.“You are not supposed to be at home by this time, Brian. I thought you told me a driver’s job which you secured today. “His gloomy brooding eyes shot at me, “What happened?”I swallowed hard and felt my heartbeat pound over the innumerable bad news in my life. That driver’s job was supposed to put smiles on his face and pay our bills. I had told him the salary and I could recall his excitement over the phone. Maybe I was too quick to dispense news of a job I wasn’t too sure of. Sometimes I felt I should be blamed for all the pitfalls in my life.

“Happy birthday Sarah Canon!” “Oh it is your day Sarah! We can’t wait to cut the cake and give you our expensive gifts!” A female voice sounded from a Masarati, once the car halted by the side of Sarah Sarah blushed, had her soft, well-toned, hands on her mouth in awe. I perched behind a tree, staring at Sarah Canon hoping my help was going to come from her, as she was the last resort that struck in my head. Sarah Canon was the only child and daughter of the oil magnate Canon Johnson. No doubt she was the daughter of a billionaire whose outrageous arrogant character I got to know when she visited the Morgan Group to clench an oil distribution contract with Morgan Harris. At the time she had concluded her conference meeting with Morgan and his stake holders and didn’t know how Lala, a mastiff and our security dog got released on her. She was helpless; all she did was scream at the tops of her voice. I was at the account department at the time, collecting documents which I would de