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I sat there with Mama Akunna and watched as neighbors enjoyed their free food and continued to banter. The mysterious monitor lizard and Maya’s clownish suitor were not going to be forgotten in a hurry. But mama was not yet done advising me.

“I don tell you wetin to do for this matter. Make you no waste time” she said.

“Well mama. The good tin now be say her mama don know say me with the girl like each other. We go just dey carry on small small.”

Mama Akunna shrugged and said “wetin Cosmas dey talk?”

“Na de tin wey dey happen for our country with church people hin dey talk.”

“De boy no dey lie. Anytin hin talk make you gree with am, you hear me so?”

“But mama, all of us get head. We sef fit tink. Na wetin hin believe hin dey talk. Everybody suppose do as him mind tell am.”

“You no know say person pass person? And mind pass mind?”

I paused and looked at mama Akunna. Having said this, there wasn't a better time to ask the question.

“Mama. Abeg where dat tin come from?”

Mama Akunna looked away.

“Mama. You know say dat tin no fit live for dis kind our area, and na very dangerous animal. If na snake sef we see, we no for fear reach as we fear to see dat tin.”

“My pikin” Mama Akunna said. “No be everytin person dey know. If you know everytin, life no go sweet you again.”

“So mama you mean say life no dey sweet you?”

“I know no everytin. I no know book.”

“But wetin you know pass book mama.”

I could see that Mama Akunna was not comfortable with this line of conversation as she began to shift in her seat, so I decided to change the topic.

“Mama how your new born baby?”

“I no know.”

“Mama how you no go know?”

“Dem don take dem thing. I don leave dem.”

I chuckled and hailed her “mama de mama!”

She managed a thin smile and then said “my pikin. I wan start business.”

“Wetin you talk mama?”

“I say I wan start business. As I dey siddon like this no dey do anytin, e dey worry me.”

“Ah mama. I think say na visit you come visit?”

She suddenly wore a sad expression and said “you sef dey pursue me?”

“No na. No talk like dis mama.”

She looked away and I was hit with a pang of guilt.

“Oya sorry mama. You be my person you know. For the thing wey you do for me, I go support you for anything you wan do.

“Hmmm.”

“So which kind business you wan do?”

“I wan sell ogogoro.”

“Jesus.”

“Wetin happen?”

“Mama!”

“Eh hen?”

“Ogogoro?”

“Wetin ogogoro do?”

“But mama ogogoro no good na!”

“How ogogoro no take good?”

“E dey turn person head, e dey dry person body.”

“Abeg make I hear word!”

“You for sell bread or tomato and pepper.”

“Wetin dat one dey do for person?”

“Na food. We need food every day.”

“Ogogoro sef good for we body. I go put root medicine inside. If you get headache, I get de one I go give you. If ya belle dey pain you, I get de one I go give you, if you no fit sleep, I get de one I go give you. If ya preek weak, I go give you de one wey you go take nack sotey…” at that she grinned and patted my thigh and I flew out of my seat.

Mama chuckled and said “why you dey jump?”

“Nothing ma,” I said and lowered my posterior back on the edge of the seat.

“Oya follow me go Josiah place. I want make hin do table for me. Wasiu go bring all the bottle wey I go use.”

“But where you go dey go buy the ogogoro? Dis kind tin no too hard for elderly woman like you? And which money you wan take start?”

Mama Akunna chuckled and said “Na me you dey call elder woman? You know de kind cassava wey I dey plant every year? You know the road wey I dey waka go bring firewood every day? All of una dey hia dey p*ss, dey sh*t, dey chop, and dey sleep for the same place una tink say una strong pass me.”

“Mama!”

She hissed and said “Somebody go dey bring de drink from Sapele for me. My broda go dey bring de root from we village.”

“Oh I see. De money nko? I mean the money to take start the business.”

“Since I come here you see me beg anybody money?”

“No mama. But money to start business na another matter.”

“My pikin, no worry yasef for dat one. Oya make we go see Josiah.”

I shrugged and stood up and walked behind her to Josiah’s shop. He was seated outside enjoying his share of the rice and malt drink. He started when he saw me walk up with mama Akunna.

“Na you follow go bring police to catch me abi?” Mama Akunna said.

Josiah’s eyes widened and I saw him swallow a piece of meat without chewing. He choked instantly. His eyes bulged out of their sockets. He opened his mouth to cry for help but nothing came out. He held his throat. Someone rushed down with a cup of water and as he grabbed it Mama Akunna knocked it out of his hand, pulled him up on his feet, stood slightly behind him and cupped her palm and administered five sharp blows on his back between his shoulder blades. The meat flew out of his mouth and landed in the gutter. His breathing immediately became normal again and tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I for don die” He said and wiped his face with a piece of serviette. “Thank you mama.”

“I wan make you do table for me” Mama Akunna said dismissively.

“Okay mama. Which kind table?”

She looked around and pointed at Mama Cowbell’s table and said “make e small pass that one. And two bench with one stool.”

“Wetin you wan use them do?”

“I wan put my market ontop de table. My customer go siddon for the bench. Me I go siddon for de stool.

“Which kind market you wan sell?”

“Na medicine I wan sell.”

Josiah looked at me and lifted an eyebrow and I simply nodded.

“How much you go take?”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Irikefe trying to get my attention. As Mama Akunna and Josiah began to haggle I stole away and went into the compound with Irikefe.

“What do you think you are doing bros?”

“I went to say thank you to her. You know she was the one that disrupted the marriage don’t you?”

“You went to thank her for saving your love life with witchcraft?”

“Irikefe!”

“She produced a monitor lizard from nowhere bros. If you were never afraid of her, this is the time to be.”

“On the contrary Irikefe, for some reason, I am not. I know the whole thing is somehow but her intention was good.”

“Bros, monitor lizard. Good?”

“I don’t know Irikefe. But I have seen a soft side to Mama Akunna I cannot ignore. There will always be things that are inexplicable. So long as we don’t get hurt, I’d rather not worry about such.”

Irikefe shook his head and said “Well, as for me, I will have nothing to do with her. If you have joined Wasiu to befriend her, know now that I will never be a part of it.”

“I am not befriending her.”

“Well, whatever. I am preparing to go out tonight. Little Castro is coming. He has gone to borrow shoes to wear.”

“Let me also prepare. I’m coming too.”

I heard a rap on my door and Maya let herself in. Irikefe stood bolt upright and scratched his head. “Em, I think I have to go now. Bros we leave in one hour” he said and left the room.

“Where are you leaving to in one hour?” Maya said.

“We are going to the club.”

“Oh really?”

Maya was still in the attire she wore for the Introduction. Every time I see her I continue to marvel at her pristine beauty. I had never seen a dress look as good on a woman as this looked on Maya. She came and sat beside me on the bed and to my surprise twisted to one side, showing me her back.

“What is it Maya?”

“Don’t go.”

“What?”

“I don’t want you to go to the club.”

“But I can’t disappoint my friends.”

“But you can disappoint me?”

“Come on Maya.”

“I did what I did today because of you.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You told me already that you did not want to marry him.”

“Yes, it is true. But I want you to know that I did not marry him because of you. Not because he is old or ugly or talks nonsense. I can bear anything.”

“I understand Maya.”

“No, you don’t.”

“But of course I do.”

“How then is it that the first thing you want to do is to go to the club and leave me here.”

“It’s Irikefe’s birthday. And besides, you have to be home with your mum and siblings.”

“You want to go and meet prostitutes.”

“Maya!”

“Don’t go.”

I had both my hands on her shoulder so I turned her to face me. Her eyes were soft and misty. He lips glistened from the gloss she had put on it. She even smelled of fresh perfume.

“Don’t go” she whispered.

I began to caress her shoulders and let my hands run down her arm till we locked hands. Sitting like that was not so comfortable so I stood and she stood with me too. We were facing each other fully now, not daring to break the gaze.

“Are you going?”

“I dare not.”

Then she stood on her toes and kissed me. Softly at first and then harder and harder as I held her waist and ran my hands over her.

I stopped and held her face in my hands and watched as she struggled to open her eyes.

“You could have been with him tonight,” I said.

“God forbid,” She said.

“After the other day, I knew I wanted to be with you again and again.”

“I want to be with you always my Prince.”

“Thanks for choosing me Maya.”

“I’ll choose you again and again Ndifreke.”

“Stay with me tonight.”

She was not surprised or shocked at my request. She held me tighter and placed her ear on my chest as if to hear my heartbeat. Then she said, “What about your cousin?”

“He wouldn’t mind,” I said.

We had an understanding that if either of us needed to spend the night with a girl, the one with a companion would use the bed and the other would use a mat on the floor. This has happened a number of times but it was always me on the floor. I knew my cousin would be happy that I have finally decided to enjoy my life, as he put it.

“I thought you would protest because of your mum and siblings,” I said to her.

“Why then did you ask,” She said and looked at me and smiled.

“Somehow I know they won’t mind.”

“No, they won’t. One less body for the little space we all share. Only that mum would now intensify her search for a worthy suitor.”

“Oh no.”

“She is my mother. I know how her mind works.”

I thought about it and then said: “if tonight happens to be our only night together, then we have to make it memorable.”

She turned her back and said, “Unzip my dress.”



TO BE CONTINUED.

thickminaj:
I love this story......

dupsai:
Centino, thanks for this beautiful piece, it's been a while that I've laughed so hard.

You're welcome dupsai. Glad you like it.

UCcrownboy:
Thanks Centino, more wisdom and more strenght.

You're welcome

tsharp:
Centino you are the best. Simple.

Thanks tsharp

Jackossky:
I love this story

Good to know man. See you on the thread

tsharp:
Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino. None comes close.

Ah tsharp. I think you exaggerate

Thanks a lot though...didn't know you still came by #semighostmode

Happy birthday cbella. God's blessings.

frankline461:
So I've finally caught up!!!!
I must say bro, your work is superb, I off hat for you.. you're the best!!!

Your flow is not here
Your story line make me fear
I just sit down here jeje
sipping my beer!!

Don't stop bro
Continue with the flow
just know that the dough
will come to you in bowls



you're the man bro!!!

Peace out

Thanks a lot for the flowing tribute frankline461. Me too I respect

Amen to the coming dough in bowls

wunmi590:
Preetiex, thank you my nairaland bae, I really enjoyed the story



Centino, honestly, you have been added to one of my nairaland literature fan.

What a great story.

Nice to have you here wunmi590. Glad you like my story.

Preetiex...she's the absolute best.

I see passion and a desire to tap into the power of the letter, which to me is always good to see. More than rating you, I'd say you work hard to hone your craft. Read like your life depended in it (well a writing life depends on it) and practice everyday. In the beginning it will help also to have another reliable pair of eyes look your stuff over for the I's you forgot to dot and the Ts your forgot to cross. Do these and you will be alright. Best of luck man

UCcrownboy:
Best Ghost reader of the year but this story just ended it. Nice One, Mr Centino Ride On!!!

Welcome man

alabig:
When a nice article captures your interest and imagination, with each lines passing like a fine wine of vintage worth, each paragraph popping like a fizz of champagne, and each post making you to sit on your lair, stroking your pet, and sipping from the content of your glass. Nothing more other than reading it demurely, learning new words on the go and creating a chance for smiles to envelope.

Thanks centino

alabig mehn! What more can I say. Abeg enjoy

MichaelBlake40:
Preetiex and Centino sorry o stress from being busy wan kill me and besides network reception dey very bad for where i dey now

I understand the stress of hustle my bro. Happy you are well.

Now where is my protégé Nahimsworld You still the vex?

olumose001. I see you.

LharryVee:
How i wish this story can hit our t.v stations as an episodic series... Centino sire, GOD bless u on ur enlightenment on the issues u tackle weekly.... Long live ur INK

Amen and thanks LhareyVee. We'll get to the TV someday I hope. For now, I'm happy to share with my peeps out here on nairaland

Prymestrr:
I must say Messr Centino U r unique. I literally felt sad getting to the last page coz there wasn't any more dose of this exquisite piece of sheer brilliance. I must say that I truly envy ur talent Centino. Pls do update soonest and @regular intervals. U sure have a loyal fan in me.

Thanks for the kind words Prymestrr. I will continue to do my best knowing you are there

AremoOG:
@Centino..av been a ghost reader since all dix while,but wat made me cum out of my shell ix ur take on that tithing part it was xo brillant dude.i perxonally really enjoyed it..blessed brain fall on you

Amen and thanks AremoOG. May all the other ghost readers be inspired to come out too. Our only satisfaction is knowing someone is getting value for their and our time.

ismokeweed:
Nice one Centino. I'm no longer on ghost mode.

Cool bro. You inspired others to come out too and I'm so glad

collinometricx:
Centino u are rugged...

Nice update

Thanks man.

Preetiex:
besides wia is MichaelBlake?

It's true o. Michael has abandoned us. MichaelBlake40, show your face mbok

Dhavido:
You dey form suspense abi.
Nice story though

obedugo:
Centino baba, thumbs up you're really good.

Obedugo my man. I dey try my best

ftosino:
this story is really educating, thumbs up my centino.

Thanks ftosino. Nice to have you here.

SunFlow:
Centino...
Thank you

You're welcome SunFlow.

honourable356:
Well, well it is obvious that comedian centino story flows or should I add is a combination of his imagination and the current happening of the nation abet told in a very hilarious way and at the same time indirectly lecturing his auidence with his opinion and what he believes in.....

This certainly didn't escape my notice in spite of the overwhelming laughter it brought... and that is,i repeat strategically brilliant.

Know what I think??
I tell you this audience will continue to laugh but more importantly many who read deeper into this will learn.

I for a moment thought that the said Mr. Kingsley might end up quoting apostle Johnson Suleiman recently quote ft ex edo state governor. (I have increased my tithe to 30%: Satan go and die).

Back critically to the story...
Where did the reptile came from?
How was it even possible? is it some sort of magic or mama Akuna''s doing?? or Maya planned it all long?

Yeah, I thought it would have been addressed in this new episode but obviously it was not. I doubt it fell from her armpits without her even feeling it was there all long.

Good job Centino..
Happy New month!

My Hounourable! You too smart joor

Well since this is nairaland and we are all here having fun I can tell you this...in this business, you can't divulge everything. if I did, you won't be waiting for Sunday. So watch this space

Thanks for the appreciation man. Happy New Month to you too.

Chommieblaq:
Well done Centino!
I love this chapter, especially your arguement about tithing.

Thanks Chommieblaq. Great to have you.

Preetiex:
nairalanders, centino is starving me o,i will soon get a revenge

Haa Preetiex. But I update na

THE CELEBRATION

Achike and Josiah pursued and killed the dangerous reptile. Mama Tobi was still seated sobbing. Maya was still confused. I reached her side and took her hand and guided her to a seat. Other neighbors came closer.

“Where did it come from Ndi?” Maya said.

“Your armpit,” someone said. “You just raised your hand and it flew out!” We checked and saw that it was Willy-Willy, Castro’s precocious little brother.

“Shut up Willy-Willy. You don’t know what you are saying” I said.

“But brother we all saw it. Why do you think those people ran so fast?”

A bride to be that was able to produce a monitor lizard from her body when she clearly was not interested in the marriage was not a wife anyone wanted. But I did not say this out.

Maya suddenly stood and went and knelt before her mother, who was already being consoled by the women of the compound.

“I am sorry mama,” Maya said, her gaze fastened to the ground. “I thought I could, but when I saw him and heard the things that came out of his mouth, I knew I couldn’t.

Mama Tobi put her hand on her head and tore off her head tie and threw it in the air. She shook her head vigorously as if to wake herself from a bad dream. Then she stretched her hand and took her daughter in an embrace. “You don’t need to apologize, my daughter,” she said. “It is alright.”

Maya wriggled free of her and held her hands and looked her in the eyes. “It is not alright mama. I know you wanted this for me.”

“I said it is alright,” she said and started crying again.

“Then why are you crying?”

“It is tears of joy my daughter.”

Maya’s eyes widened. And the rest of us showed our surprise in equal measure.

“See how I would have used my own hand to send my daughter to purgatory,” she said and began to squeal again.

Maya started laughing and crying at the same time. It took a few moments for what was happening to register. As soon as we understood; a bedlam of laughter ensued.

Willy-willy took centre stage and began to imitate the groom. He bent to one side and hobbled about and then deepened his voice and bleated “I just came back from Libya to bury my gals.”

We all became hysterical.

“Please, where did that creature come from?” Mama Tobi said.

“Aunty Maya’s armpit” Willy-willy said.

“It looked like that but I know it is not so.” Mama Tobi said.

“Well, it doesn’t matter Mama Tobi. The Lord works in mysterious ways” I said.

Mama Tobi was now calm but she continued to hold Maya in her arms. I looked around and saw that almost all the seats had now been taken by compound members. Even Mr. Kingsley and Sister Esther were there.

“I think we dodged a bullet,” the returning Mr. Zubi said.

“Oga. No be God?” Mama Tobi said and covered her face with her hands.

“Where did he come from?”

“Hmmm, my brother. It is the one that was talking that I know. He came to me and told me their son wanted a wife. Well, you know the rest.”

“Their son indeed,” Castro said, “and you decided to sell your daughter like a cow.”

Mr Zubi removed his shoe and threw it at his son. Castro docked and ran round the gathering and returned to where he first stood.

“Em… let us not forget” Achike said. “Maya said she was pregnant.”

Now there was silence. Then I realized that I had remained at Maya’s side all the while. All eyes were now us. Mama Tobi opened her mouth and closed it again.

“The new Calabar boy has done it!” Lukman said.

Lukman’s love advances towards Maya was well known in the compound. He pestered her always but her interest in him was summed up in the fact that she called him One Eyed Sunday. That he did not stand any chance against me was also universally acknowledged. So he could not ignore this chance to put me on the spot.

Maya spoke up. “I am not pregnant joor. What did you guys expect me to do in the face of that?”

“You are not yet pregnant you mean, or that you don’t know yet” Lukman sneered.

“Mind your business! One Eyed Sunday.”

“I wish you had ended up with that baba. All your shakara would have ended tomorrow morning after he would have finished with you this night with that his bend-bend leg.”

“Have some respect Lukman. Maya’s mum is still here” I said.

“I think what Lukman is trying to say is that the new Calabar boy has been busy lately. So it may be that Maya was prophesying into her own life.” Josiah said.

“I am not pregnant. And everyone please leave Ndifreke alone.”

I did not quite know how to behave now. Standing by Maya was not where I would have wished to be at that moment.

“Why don’t we just marry them,” Josiah said. “Let’s not pretend we can’t see they are in love. And all was already set for a marriage today.”

“Stop it Josiah” I said.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes compound members began chanting.”

“Shut up all of you!” Mr Zubi said. “You think that is how they marry?”

There was a collective roar of laughter and I was able to gather my wits.

“Erm, but this was supposed to be a celebration, that means there was food prepared,” Achike said, rubbing his tummy.

“Ah, it is true. We made some rice and bought some drinks. Tobi! Clementina! Please bring the food and the drinks.”

Soon, Mama Tobi’s children began handing out packs of jollof rice and cans of malt to all gathered.

As the eating and drinking began, we formed groups and began talking about other things. I was in the company of Messrs Kingsley and Cosmas and Zubi. Irikefe and Castro stayed not too far behind. They knew that when I was in that company they were not welcomed. It had been a while since we spoke about important things as a group, and with Mr Cosmas especially, this was an opportunity for some of his unique illumination.

“Ah Mr Cosmas, you are still in this compound?” I teased. “Good evening sir. Mr. Kingsley, you too. You even came to join our celebration.”

“Good evening Ndifreke” Mr Cosmas said. “How could I miss this? The drama itself was worth it. What will we not see in this Lagos?”

Mr. Kingsley was quietly stroking his beard. I knew he was trying to draw the correct quote so I waited, then he said: “it is not healthy to stay with people that don’t even bother to ask how you are – Vikki Ziegler.”

“Haa Mr. Kingsley. You know it is not so. If I ask you now, you will not even answer me in English” I said and we all laughed.

“The biggest communication problem is we do not listen to understand. We listen to reply – Jess Todtfeld”

“Oh my” I breathed, as the others continued to laugh. Only Mr. Kingsley knew what he was now talking about. So I turned to Mr. Cosmas. “I have been meaning to ask, what is your take on this tithing controversy between Daddy freeze and the pastors?”

Mr. Cosmas shrugged and said, “they are all right and they are all wrong.”

“Meaning…”

“They all draw their arguments from a Holy book they all supposedly believe in. If they accept that their Holy book is flawless, then there should be no more argument. Now even if as Freeze says that the scriptures are wrongly interpreted in favour of paying tithes today, we all know that you cannot argue with a man that has a conviction. And no one has the right to tell another how to spend his money. People have paid tithes and have seen wonders in their lives. You will never be able to convince such that they should stop paying. For all his sound argument, go to facebook and see the renewed testimonies of the tithing warriors. I am not even talking from the pastors’ point of view. In the same vein, there are a few others who had always felt the weight of the world on their shoulders when they had to part with these moneys as tithes. The good news for such is that thanks to Freeze, they now have scriptural backing to comfortably pocket their cash without any feeling of guilt. In all, we all have freewill to do as we please. If the pastors are fleecing people, surely they will meet their reward. But if it works for me, then sir, wetin concern you?
He is not the first to carry out this campaign. Femi Aribisala has been writing about it for decades. Check today’s Vanguard. Maybe because he is a celebrity and hangs out with Hushpuppy that is why Freeze’s campaign has this kind of momentum.
So this is what I say: It is a good thing Freeze happened, because anyone paying tithes now cannot say he has not heard that it may be a scam. There is Biblical argument to back this up. But the truth is this: Sowing and reaping is a law of creation. Truly it is in giving that you will receive; whether it is ten percent to the church, or giving to the poor on the streets, or donating to a cause, or helping a person in need. When you give, whether you are a Christian or whatever, you sow a seed. The rain will fall. The sun will shine. The seed will germinate. And one day the harvest will come. There is no discrimination in it. Pastors recognize this and have built a cult around it and people play it like the lottery and see results. Others do not see results because their own jungles are yet to mature.
Now the question is, is this the will of God? What happened to the mansions Christ went to heaven to prepare for us? How about the streets that are paved with gold we are supposed to aspire to? How dare we turn around and build our treasures here on earth? Well, that is an argument for another day.
So my brother Ndifreke, if you want to pay tithe, pay. If you want to spend all your earnings the way you want, by all means, do so. Never forget Christ in Mt 23:23. There are weightier matters of the Law. Many who pay tithe and ignore the other things will perish. And many who do not pay will definitely have space in the bosom of Abraham. It is all a matter of choice.”

By now Mr Cosmas audience had grown. He had captured all of our attention. At the end of his position, there was silence again. Then Mr. Kingsley said, “Religion indeed is the opium of the people.”

“Karl Max!” Castro screeched. I know that one.

“This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is Kindness” Mr. Kingsley said and looked at Castro. Neither Castro nor anyone else knew who said that. Then he added “Dalai Lama” and stood up. He had in his hands his own share of the rice and malt.

Mr Cosmas also stood and patted my shoulder.

Then I noticed Mama Akunna seated demurely in the back row and then went over to her.

“Mama, thank you God bless you. You don save person life. That man for kill Maya. Dem no give you food?”

“I no want their food. Rice na for fowl. I go cook soup after.”

“Thank you mama,” I said again.

“My pikin make I give you small sense.”

“Yes mama…”

“Give am belle.”

“Haa mama.”

“I say make you give am belle.”

“But mama I have no job.”

“She shook her head and said, “you see that woman?”

“Mama Tobi?”

“Yes.”

“When she comot here she dey go find another man for hin pikin. Una think say hin dey happy? Na shame make am dey laugh so. Hin go find another man for am quick quick. Me I see say you like de gal. Whether you get work or you no get work, una no go die.”

Mama Akunna smiled again and I thought her smile was beautiful.

“But mama even if I give am belle, you no see say dat man been wan marry am with de belle?”

“Na because hin no get preek.”

“Haa mama. How you take know?”

Then she looked at me. She looked at me in a way that convinced me that truly, Mama Akunna knew everything.


TO BE CONTINUED.

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apholaryn:
na undertaker part I dey like pass..very hilarious, bro u doing a very great job...keep it up

Thanks apholaryn. Thanks too for showing face

honourable356:
In between laughter, I am asking you for the first time... you made all this things up, don't you??

Well I must confess plainly that laughter have controlled me when reading this.

I must also tell you this most solemnly, you are doing a good job here.

(in your words) I am asking.. You don chop?

Thank you for everything so far!

100% fiction man, well except for the funeral in Italy

Guy, laughter the most essential commodity in the times we live in.

Glad you like my work

Yes o. He gave His promised daily bread

You're welcome man.