"Teachers do not have first names," Charles, four years old, argued. He is the smartest boy his age that Anom knows. Anom tried to argue his way out of that one to no avail. He thought about all the teachers he knew and they were either Mrs. This or Mr. That. Previous arguments with the little boy have taught him not to engage unless he had compelling evidence.
But the conversation reminded him of Mrs. Hachere. He always wondered why his mom called her Rebecca. It was recent that he realized that was actually her name. She was his mother's friend and a distant relative.
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Relationships in this place must not have a name. Simply because someone hails from the same community as you, the person becomes your brother or sister especially if you meet yourself in a community that's slightly removed from yours. This relationship has no name, therefore, you will hear words like cousin sister just to shame the naysayers who want to say they are not related.
So was Anom's mother, Theresa, related to Mrs. Hachere. It was a relationship based on families with common ideas and way of life.
Mrs. Hachere is married to a gallant, easygoing husband, Joe Hachere who is full of life. Nothing seems to worry this amazing gentleman. He is tall and stood straight. You could not have guessed his age by looking at him from behind. Only the wrinkles on his face would give away the seventy plus years he has spent on earth but what it did give away was taken back when he spoke to you.
His wife is diabetic with other mild sicknesses that virtually slows down her routine activities but as fate may balance life, the husband is exactly the opposite: ageless in appearance and filled with vitality.
Mrs. Hachere and Joe are good Christians with elevated posts in Church where consumption of alcohol is unacceptable.
This idea seems not to hold water for Joe as he like his stout preferably in small volumes.
Anom's mum owns a shop with a small bar on the side, located at the heart of the town with a T-junction right in front of it. This shop is just opposite Joe's church. Joe would always branch at the shop on his way to or from the church and ask politely, ''Can I have a bottle of half stout, please?''
Once it is served, he would drink it while looking in the opposite direction that leads to his house.
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The reason is not far-fetched as the wife thinks alcohol drinkers will go to hell and since the man had seen there is no arguing against that, he decided to hide his eventual damnation from her.
One day, he came and asked for his half stout and Anom felt it was time to ask him about his strange behavior. "Why don't you ever sit to drink your beer?"
"Well, the Mrs is praying for my soul to make heaven. It won't be nice for her to find me working against her now, would it?" he responded with good humor.
"Everyone calls this brand, small stout but you're the only one that calls it half. Why?" Anom asked.
"If you have known this beer as long as I have known it, you would know that it was once bigger than this, this is half the man he once was," he chuckled.
Old age has impaired Joe's vision but that does not affect his acquired taste for a cold stout. He now counts on Anom as his watchdog as he gulps down his drink to the last swallow. The manner in which they transact left no room for long conversations because he always seemed to have time enough for the drink and some breath mints to hide his sin.
Anyway, something strange happened today. As Joe ordered for his usual, he did not bother to ask Anom to do the needful but instead, he sat down, looking exhausted and all his 74 years. His expressionless face had a new mask on it: anguish. In order to figure out what was wrong, Anom asked, ''Should I look out for Auntie?"
"No need," he replied and paused for a while. "Your Auntie is sick and has been hospitalized."
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So instead of being a watchdog, Anom is now remembering her in prayers asking for a speedy recovery because even though Joe drinks without watching his back, his world is a desolate place and there's no peace as he takes his last sip.
There is so much a man could take, but people do a lot of things for love and Joe is no exception. He wants the wife happy but he still likes the once in a while swirl of his favorite drink. But in the end, love conquers all.
Authored by: @greenrun
What a beautiful story, this is really deep and thought provoking... Nice job @greenrun and thanks to @adsactly for sharing this...
Thank you for reading.
Nice story. I'm getting more interested in stories that have a deeper meaning. This is a great one, simple but realistic. Thank you
Thanks a lot.
Forgive me if I'm wrong, but this puts me in mind of Aesop's Fables, @greenrun.
Though I tried to think what the moral of the story was going to be, I became sad with the news that Auntie had been hospitalised.
Very well done! With a few lines, you made this reader care about the characters.
Good writing!
PS I upvoted this comment and as soon as you've seen it, I'll remove the upvote :)
Great Post Adsactly! Like your use of pictures and the over all message "But in the end, love conquers all."
Thanks a lot.
wooooooooow Great Post adsactly! like your use of pictures and the over all message "but in the end, love conquers all."
good
Thank you.
I enjoyed reading your story as usual. Keep it up adsactly:) Thank you.
Nice but poetic
I'm so sorry but this story is terrible on so many levels for so many reasons. The tenses are so mixed and erratic, the mechanism is all wrong, some syntax errors. And what's up with the first part about teachers name, so irrelevant and incongruous.
@rasamuel, I understand that constructive feedback does not need to be a positive one. It would have helped if you had picked out the part with wrong syntax and bad tenses. I appreciate all constructive feedback as most of us are learning. I am not a professional author with loads of editors on my payroll.
FYI: the story contains some humor and as most things in life do not come all packaged to perfection.
Regards,
@greenrun
(author)
Yes, there are errors in the story. I hope it did not completely obliterate the moral of the story from your view. Were you able to finish reading it? These would have to be corrected in another post. All the best.
Real magnificent pics.
:-)
@adsactly nice very nice puppy i like puppy
This post is really amazing.
Very nice post 😊🤗👍
it s the really nice post and i liked it
This really got me
wow. very very nice photo. my friend @adsactly
Sooo cute.. Waiting eagerly for your next post..
nice post
Very nice
This post is really amazing.
nice drink
Great Post Adsactly! Indeed love conquers all :)
Sangat luar biasa. Saya tetarik dengan ini
Completely agree love makes all the difference
I love this post! Thanks for sharing :)
This post is interesting. you have my upvote this post .... keep it up my friend looking forward to your next post
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This is a nice story and I agree there are several levels of meaning. Relationships are always more complex and expressions of love take different forms.
Very nicely written! I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Great story @adsactly !
I love it! Thank you for sharing this.
What a nice story.
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