Jibo Zhema

#Short_Story  There lived a certain womanizer in a small village called Puje. He was so dangerous that almost every pregnancy in the village was believed to be his', even if the lady were single, married, widowed or divorced.  #Ato was a hunter, and archery was his specialty. He could hit any target with his bow and arrows from 200meters out, he was that good. 👌 As time went by, some horny men in the village began to take advantage of his "randy-ness" to score goals in the village. Since Ato would always be the fall guy, after-all. 😂 😂  Unmarried and ageing, Ato got tired of being flogged in the village square for pregnancies he knew nothing about. He decided to take a leave to another village for a while just to prove his innocence.  After a whole year's absence, single girls in Puje were still finding it hard to locate their "periodic table". "How is this possible when the sharpshooter has left town?" The elders pondered.  "Eghh ehhmmmm.....

Where I am is who I am. Though I pass for a gentleman, but who cares if I am not? This place craves evil, good never wins, so no one is cheering. Your heart is broken? Chew the bloody pieces and save me the story. Your hate is toothless.  My love is like an armless chair, don't get too comfortable. Bloody thing breaks all the time, leaving me scarred everytime. No! Nobody eats 'nice' when hungry. But I can wear it like a gown whenever I want to fool you.  People love 'nice'. So give it to them when you need a hand. Love is cheap, but words are cheaper. Trust and discipline, those aren't for idiots. But I bathe in them daily, yet you still doubt the color of my friendship because it isn't packaged ' nicely '. Keep waiting for a change, life is waving goodbye. And time is packing to leave. I am saintly to one but evil to another, life wasn't designed to be fair.  I still bleed from the cuts of lovers. And my stomach full from an enemy's soup. N...