enly realized he had passed the night at the very spot wher

ere she begged for money but to no avail. He had proposed marriage to her

ty scar of ring which wound round his fingers hit

ria

consideration the distraction that was accrued to marriage. And in his immaculate hear

apprenticeship of a capitalist like Swan Pablo an

is destiny from Stella but little did he know he was in for ruin; already he had seen the wrong signals from Stella's parents who refus

im. "Oh Stella ," he cried, sniffed and wailed sil

e could never forget the sacrifices he made for Stella; a wom

now; the very day he got a bizarre phone call that a car ra

st was conducted and he obliged to donat

earned more than he earned now. He wondered what had possessed his

ant to resign Jamole?"

an accident. She had escaped death by the whisker. Righ

ther "it is a pity Jamole but you must understand that m

no turning back. "I am sorry boss. My mind is made up to

nless, when she was down to her last toes, he did same. The accident had caused Stella to lose her entire blond hair after s

he wailed through disdained tone, "Stella! You did this to me because I am poor,

mson face asked, "Why are you all tears, dear? Did anything

ealized he was late for work. "I should be on my way now." His eyes combed around the busy road, believing Susan was going to come in sight by

eel chair, wheeled himself closer to him. "Come to think of it I must commend your humi

ers most is what we feel for each other and besides she loves me the way I am." Hi

isn't everything, buddy. If you both stick around ea

st watch again. "Thank you for the advice, dear. I must g

o dash away, the beggar int

sion, Jamole chirped, "I am Jamole. Nice to

*

resumed work and for over thirty minutes, Dean B

s? You have never been serious with this job. I think it is hi

me. I can't afford the ten dollars transport fare so I had to run down to this place. This was

that I am the reason for your lateness because

s, I am

ement when Dean Bur left like light

e see how you will survive with this poverty-stricken

which had his details and informati

. Please," his lips trembled as he pled an

"Now I see the reason your ex wife divorced you. Poor people like you are lazy

o I go from here? How do I fend for myself? This is the only

arm to Dean's foot when th

led at the tops of his voice and raised

of ill fate is this? My wife divorced me and n

mborghini, Bugatti, Ferrari and Austin Marti

ks of the tears that surged down. He need

ch had SWAN PABLO written on them. He gazed down to Jamole, "Now take your poverty-

ming as hefty, burly-looking, well-suited security ali

Already one of the securities was bringi

r. When he thought his sight was deceiving him, lo and behold

screamed, once

was about