Daniel Jacob’s street

The car started moving so fast that everyone was scared of an accident occurring. Coming to our home town was one the great season of Christmas. You get to meet old friends and sometimes old enemies. You remembered that boy who usually compete with you in secondary school? Mum asked… Dylan I said just to remind her his name. Yes Dylan she repeated, mum never liked Dylan. I never bothered to find out why, apart from dad, myself and my sister, I doubt if mother loves anyone else that I know.
Yes can I help you? You want to see my daughter? Which of my daughter do you want to see precisely? Cloack he replied. Mum gave Dylan the greatest insult he could imagined that day. And that was how I lost him to a close friend. He is married now cloack, he works in an oil refinery, the last time we met he was with the state governor for a meeting I went for. How did you lose such a great man? I wish I could give mum a big slap that will remind her she made me lose such a great man.
My sister is the exact opposite of myself, tall, dark skinned with purpleish lips, and her hair is long enough to be confused as an artificial one, she is curved and boosty of course. We have always been fighting since I was born mum said. I’m of a normal height, not too fat or slim, no excess curves with my green eye which made everyone who has ever met me think I’m an Italian lady. My daddy of course is a very handsome man, trust me, he is a man every woman wants to have a bite of his dick. I remember he would always tell us that while we were in college and mother would say why didn’t he cut it into a pan and fry it for them to eat. My mum isn’t bad she is just moderately beautiful buy her attitude covers everything. Sorry did I say attitude? What I meant to say was her classy way of living covers for all the beauty she doesn’t have.
The car pulled to a stop that was when I realized we have gotten home. We lived in Atlanta, Georgia but we spend most of our holidays in Amsterdam in Netherlands. Daddy bought a house over there when I was schooling in Amsterdam. The leaves are as green as when I finished college. Hey cloack! I heard someone called but I couldn’t place the voice on the scale of remembrance if I was so guess without looking back, on looking back I realised this holiday might be the worst holiday ever…

To be continued

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Temi badmus

Temi Badmus
Temi Badmus
Temi Badmus is a Food scientist and an Art enthusiast. Her desire is to give a listening ear to people and to give an opportunity for everyone to be heard. Has any one told you that you are special? Yes, you are. You were beautifully designed, you are relevant to this generation and very special to me.

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