“O my God!! I will be thi rty-three tomorrow.” He blurted out as if he suddenly realized it. He had decided to stay indoors the whole day. It’s 3:05pm and his thoughts were beginning to take the better of him. He eyes were heavy and his head ached on the left side. He had no regard for food though the hunger pangs kept announcing with audible sounds. His mouth wouldn’t dare betray his frame of mind. His silenced phone had been beeping consistently since 11am calling his attention. He had no desire to speak to man, no not today, he would rather petition heaven. Max Olootu was tall, dark and handsome. Many attributed his beauty to the harmony between his flawless white teeth and his dark face. His teeth had an even spread and all seemed to be of same size and width. It was a rare kind. People loved it. He kept a rich full beard will curls all the way to his chin. He was the kind of guy ladies considered to be a good ‘husband material’ when judging by looks. He had had it goo
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