"Useless man! Look at you. Shame on you, wuuuuuuuuuu!"
"You are cursed! I don't
blame you, is it because I pitied you
and married you."
"You pitied me, hehehehehe,
when no woman wanted to marry you, have you forgotten how you were
begging me, begging me to look at your
disfigured face and the sorry toothpick in between your legs!"
"Me, toothpick!, how dare you!"
I ran to my favourite viewing
spot, to watch my boxing show.
Mummy was on daddy now, throwing punches at his jaw as though she was
pounding her cassava for the day's market. Daddy was screaming like a little
girl, haha, as usual. Mummy will win this one again.
Out of nowhere, our old iron
came up. Mummy's hand went down like a sack of rice.
When our neighbours ran in
and some went out and came back with the people that are our friend on the
street. I knew that my daily boxing show was gone, and so I wept heavy loud tears.
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