My Messiah :Love in Damascus - Episode 17

MAY, 2009

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I was getting along with Sasha, I had become a regular visitor in her house.

She had also known my house.

The only problem was the brainies.

They had kept their distance from her because of me and I don't care but she does.

She became very worried, she hadn't wanted to lose a friend.

She had approached them one certain day and asked them why they had changed towards her but they had said nothing and had walked away on her. I saw sadness in her eye, it was as if her eye were boiling and tears were about to drop from it.

I had wanted to tell her what was actually going on but something in me told me not to. 

I wanted her to hear it from the brainies first before I say my side of the story.

On one fortunate day, I went to repair my car.

I was under a tree opposite the mechanic workshop . soon began to feel some rumbling in my stomach. 

I knew my bowel wasn't free and my belch smells like a rotten egg. I also released some foul gas just to free my bowel.

I already knew it was constipation, so I went to meet the mechanic where he was hell bent with my car.

"Do you have a toilet here?" 

I asked and the sound of my rumbling stomach added bass to it.

I knew he now understood what I meant, so I needed an urgent answer.

"Yes"

replied and pointed to an isolated building beside a bush at the east wing of his workshop

"but, I don't......."

I cut him off instantly with a mighty foul smell.

My present case don't need a 'BUT'. Before I knew it, I was already running towards the building not even feel embarrassed

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. I was sweating profusely and holding my buttocks, It was an experience I can never forget in my life. As I open the toilet door, what welcomed me was beyond my imagination.

It was a boiling faeces, it was really disgusting.

Sheet of paper stick around the wall of the toilet with faeces in it.

I felt nauseated, the pressure coming from my bowel reduced immediately.

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. I suddenly remembered the mechanic had mentioned a 'BUT', if this was the 'BUT' he meant I would rather offload in a bush than here. "Ah....yes...bush!" I whispered.

I immediately ran to the bush adjacent to the building, before I knew it I was squatting and offloading. When I was done, I suddenly became ashamed as if someone had caught me.

So I began to look for a tissue or probably a paper to clean up.

It was a bad experience I had never dreamt of happening to me again.

I wore my trouser half way and began to enter deep into the bush I knew I won't miss my way so I kept on entering.

All I needed was a tissue or a paper or probably water if the case may be, I had never thought of using leaf.

So I began to feel the cool breeze, I knew there was a river near by.

So I doubled my pace, whole and behold I saw something that baffled me, something so awesome, something i had never thought could exist around that street.

It was a garden, and I named it 'MYSTERIOUS LOVE GARDEN'. 

I began to wondered whether it is a government property or private owned. The first thing that struck my mind was that I would ask Sasha out there.

So I smiled and went over to the little stream and clean myself up.

So when I discovered I was perfect and okay, I went back and was lucky to find my way back.

When I got to the mechanic workshop, he was already through with my car.

"What took you so long?"

He asked

"Nothing, I just went on a walk"

I lied "Okay, your car is ready"

"Alright"

I said and start the ignition

"do you know anything about the garden at the back of your workshop?"

"Trevor garden? Hope you didn't go there?"

He asked me looking at me sternly

"Yes I was there"

I said trying to look for more information

"Hope you didn't meet any psycho old man?"

"No, I didn't see anybody"

I said vividly "hope no problem?"

"There is always an old man in that garden"

he started

"he is actually the owner of the garden and the cottage beside it"

I looked so nerd for I hadn't seen any old man or observe any cottage beside the garden.

"I Didn't see any cottage"

I said silently

"Really?"

He asked looking at me with disgust in his eye and I nodded "well, the old man name is Trevor. He is a psychic, he threatens any one who comes close to his cottage"

"Huh....." I said really getting interested in that old man. "Can he sell that garden?"

"I don't think so. That garden has a very deep memory of his children. They had died in a fire outbreak. Nobody knew what actually happens, he had buried his four children there and also his wife Caroline, she was a lovely woman and everyone loved her. So i don't think he would want to sell it"

"Alright" I said and entered my car and drove out of his workshop.

The story of that old man had touched me. He had lose virtually everything, everyone he loves was actually dead.

It was really a sad story but that won't stop me from bringing Sasha to that garden and telling her how I felt about her.

Telling her my feelings are pure, telling her I love her.

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