May 24, 2020
MY OKADA LOVER

When I met him, he was an Okada (Motocycle) rider, one of the poorest profession as at that time. At first I was ashamed to be frank, but it changed to pride when I knew him. People laughed and said how foolish I was, how madly in love I was, but the truth still remains that no one craves for happiness better than the soul fighting for it.

When he came to the house, mud house it was, there he would be Sited on his bike with pride in his countenance and tell me all the dreams and aspirations he had planned and how he would work it to fructification, for us.


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