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Two Lives And A Soul – My Apologies

Hello everyone, I really don’t know how to do this, but I’m going to try. I’ll use that evergreen cliché: There is good news, and there’s the bad news. I know the one you want first, so here is it: The bad news is that I won’t be continuing with the series Two Lives And A Soul on this blog, or any other. It’s painful. And I hate myself for it. But the good news is the reason I have to discontinue it. My publishing team finally got to read the entire script of the series, and they loved it like hot dog. They would love to publish it in the nearest future, but advised that I had to stop blogging it if that can be achieved. Actually, it was more of an order, than a request. Truth is that Two Lives And A Soul wasn’t intended to be this…

Two Lives And A Soul #29 By Ojay Aito

Read older episodes of Two Lives And A Soul I wasn’t exactly sure how to ask Rosemary more questions without her reading more meaning to things. Already, I could see her walls being raised and fortified again. She was secretive, and a little crotchety, but she had let her guard down. I could say that this was the first time she was telling anyone about the secrets she kept in this room. But wasn’t this the virtue Sally had entrusted her son’s life to? “What are you to do with these?” I waved my hands in the direction of the pile of boxes. “I thought by now you should have given all these old clothes to the needy.” “The needy don’t wear old clothes. Not these days. Maybe in the past, beggars didn’t have a choice, but these days, even the authorities have to examine everything, before they deem them…

Two Lives And A Soul #28 By Ojay Aito

Read other episodes of Two Lives and a Soul Instead of an explanation, Rosemary slowly stood up from her seat and shuffled in that broken gait of old age that had suddenly endued her. Since the past few days, or rather, since I met her, she’d been more of the brisk, energetic type… until this morning. I followed her into her room, deciding not to carry along the still hot cup of herb tea. The room was musty, with a lot of old boxes stocked in piles from floor to ceiling; perhaps filled with artifacts that would be enough to betroth down four generations. The cotton drapes were intentionally thick enough to stop sunlight from permeating through, and images from creating silhouettes. The space left beside her bed was barely enough to allow two average sized ten year olds to walk side by side without rubbing shoulders. Rosemary sat down…

Two Lives And A Soul #27 By Ojay Aito

Catch up on missed episodes of Two Lives And A Soul I stayed awake in bed for more than three hours, trying to tie the knot around the whole mystery of this future that daily eluded me of any hope to get back to my family. Presumed dead, perhaps with not even a body as evidence, I wasn’t sure if there was still a reason to be here. The deep inexplicable nudging inside me was the only impetus I now relied on. I was like a man on a mission with no road map. It was a glimmer of hope, like a perfect pinch of salt added to a meal, to have this latest news about Sloane. My insinuations about him had definitely made it easy to connect the dots that fast. Ostensibly, he wasn’t the cop he had professed to his mum to be. No doubt he had that…

Two Lives And A Soul #26 By Ojay Aito

Read previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul Breakfast is ready. Breakfast is ready… Hello son, breakfast is set… This was one of those times you were dreaming, and you were aware of it. I was aware of it. Only that as the dream stretched I began to slowly get conscious of my environment, and realize after all that it wasn’t a dream. No I wasn’t dreaming. “Good morning, son.” She said to me. My eyes were still shut, trying to remember my last thoughts, but I was half awake now. She must have watched my bulky eyeballs wiggle underneath my thin eyelids, like a baby eagle struggling to break free from the thin membrane beneath its egg shell. My eyes popped open. I managed to smile, because she wasn’t the one who brought my travail upon me. She deserved more than a smile. The old woman I meant.…

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