Kwaku Adoko-Mayo embraced Emma, long and hard and they cried together like two young lovers who had just lost the hope on which their love rested, like losing their anchor amidst and unfurling and ferocious storms of life. He excused himself and sneaked mischieviously to a nearby toilet with his jacket.
Unknown to everybody, he had a quarter-bottle of exquisite Haddows Vodka concealed in the inside pouch of his jacket. He hurriedly uncorked it as if it contained the magic wand with which to return things back to normal to sustain the status quo and shame life. As he drank copious amounts of the vodka, he thought he was seeing passages of reassurances from within his favourite novel, The Lone African Student in Europe, and this sent echoes of hope to calm to calm his troubled mind.
Tomorrow is never promised, so never take it for granted
Tomorrow lacks firm promise because life is never predictable
Life, instead, is incongruous, deceitful, and perverse
But you should always remember that when your day's work is over and done with, and you retire to bed, it should be with optimism and not with pessimism
It has to be an ingrained optimistic feeling that no matter what life has in store for you, snares, sacrileges, pain, torture and humiliation, you will be there to fight it
And that you'd never run away from the tentacles of lif
Yes! He reassured himself that he would never run away from the battles of life.
The struggles against life, as far as he was concerned, continued unabated. Aluta Continua!
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