This is another attempt at nonfiction writing. One of my previous attempt can be found here >>>>>> HERE
Critiques is welcomed and hopes you guys can help in giving it a title too as I am at loss presently
Kuto stood by the wall of his well furnished apartment, hands akimbo looking dull as if he just recently lost his mother.
He was a student of boys only high school located far away many miles from home when he heard the glooming news of his mum death. He could hardly sleep that night after his biology teacher in company with the house master intimate him of his mum demise. Strangely he didn’t cry that night or get emotional; perhaps he was too shocked to react appropriately
He is 31 now, striving and fighting against personal demons, he only begins to recognize this demon lately as destructive and life threatening. Hed always manage to escape by a whisker from being lynched by mobs
He knew he wasn’t always like this but his unconscious defiant acts over the years maybe in retaliation for his mothers death has bore deep. So much he has no more regard for his father and the never ending battle of this demon has also inadvertedly led him to believe he was born that way even though he knew deep down he wasnt
His father Mr Ukaij has been noticing since he return from schooling abroad that no lady ever came around to see his son as expected or at least see his son call any feminine
One time while walking through the house, he had lean in against Kutos door to eave in on his phone conversation. He was talking excitedly on phone with whomever on the line whom he had no idea of. But the words exchanged when the line went dead had him in stitches
Is he? Was he? How that could this happens? No…….. God forbid that my son will turn out to be such a social outcast. A time he would rebuke the devil vehemently with all his strenght for putting such silly thought across his mind. How will he even face the society and the church if found out that his son sexual preference is off? It better not be and it cannot be he would muse deeply
He wasn’t a man given to prayer as his late wife was the prayer warrior. He would often be woken up at midnight by his late wife for prayer and grudgingly mumble some plainness words in a few minutes heading back to bed while his wife continue the prayers.
His prayer life has been gaining momentum lately over his only son whose predicament he couldn’t put a finger on. But deep down he knew its a dread
And now he missed her so much now, she was such a divas who is good at handling situations like this unlike him
Kuto has reluctantly agreed to attend a counseling session offered by a nearby church in company of his dad out of sheer curiosity. It had taken forever for his father to convince him, he knew he need help but also admit to himself that he isnt a mental case
He couldn’t stay long however in the counselling room when he discover that the man at the other end of the counseling desk contributed hugely to his present predicament.
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