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If I had two lives, I would live one as a cheater and the other as a teacher , Living them both concurrently, Yet still entwining them seamlessly. As a cheater, I'd rob myself of the time I'd spend with family and friends in the name of solitude . And I'd strive to have this quiet life that I'd wish to call happy, Only to come back without one and still be unhappy. I'd go back to school and steal back good grades just to look cool, Only to return degraded and still not looking cool. I'd try to climb altitudes without an ounce of gratitude, Only to come back burnt out and with an attitude. But then as a teacher I'd say— To myself I'd say: To live a life is to live a full one. To live a full life is to know you have only one. To enjoy a life is to share it with someone. But what if I didn't have one? What if I was only living someone else's? What if I robbed myself of the only one? What if I was blinded by only bits of it? Aging as a cheater, I...

"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 y...