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Crippling Dawn.

"You may not believe, but I am a very different man now"
"I am a different man too. What do you want. Get out of here." Moghin shouted back bitterly to the beggar that had interrupted our coversation. The miserable man was respectful enough to leave us alone.

I kept on wondering, "Have I been here? Will my life ever get to this?" I understood the scene enough not to entertain a second thought in their shoes.
I clearly observed that both these men meant what they said but none of them was one bit empathetic to the other. The beggar's speech only craved for sympathy while the man next to me was the pure opposite. Cold and bitter. Life had played her cards on them both and won. Or as Ugandans say, "life humbled them."


The night was cold and it wouldn't stop drizzling. We had stopped by "Chicken Tonight" to buy some time off the disturbing weather. 
"I was the sole beverage supplier of that city for close to 10 years. I was young, rich and fat, man."
I didn't blink between Moghin's speech. 
"Hooooah..." The man next to me couldnt stop cursing. 

War can shutter a dream. But when war gets his hands on a legacy you've built, embracing a new chapter could be your hardest reality. I personally haven't witnessed war but it's horrors have terrified the senses out of me. The stories my ears have put up with shouldn't be retold. If I could only wish.



Justin Bieber's Sorry played in the streets as we strolled back home.
"Even till now, am still looking for that girl."
"So that you say sorry." I added with a kind grin hoping Moghin will get the joke I synced to the music in the background . He didn't. I was strong enough to carry on with the dialogue.
"Not really. I stayed with her for three years man but only once did she ask money from me. It's not that I couldn't afford it. She knew I could and still wouldn't. Many times she would find any excuse to leave her workplace just to spend an hour or two at mine. Man, she was better than any other woman I've had."
"If I find her, I will let you know. Ok?" My hurtless jokes kept coming. The man next to me needed them more than I did.




As Fabian Collins once said,"It's tough business becoming a man..." I think its tougher business becoming the man you once were. I've probably died many times living the life of other men. Others call it starting from scratch . I call it death. I refuse to die again. And I hope you dont.



The noise in my background won't let me complete this piece peacefully but I'am already appreciating the beauty in its briefness. I believe it's straightforward enough. If you don't think so, you can tell me what to write about in the next piece in the comments section.

So long, lovers💚.


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