THE BOY IN YOU.

Good things don't happen all that often and so when they do, you'd wanna to take them all in and enjoy 'em while they last. But you don't wanna do that because she is some one's missus and you know it is not the right thing to do to be talking on the phone with her at the hour of the night when you should be sleeping like a truck that has ran out of gas.

But there she goes talking about one thing to another, and one thing leads to another that's bigger than the last thing she has just talked about and frankly I find it hard to keep up because I know I doze off once or twice while holding on to the phone but she just keeps on talking like a politician on a mission to save the planet from being eaten up by an octopus that has just gotten bigger after being shot by mistake with a serum that can blow up the cells ten times over.

I told her once or twice before that she shouldn't be talking to me be about everything that has gone very wrong with her and her man on account there is nothing I can about it and also on account I don't have the necessary papers or documents to be listening to marital problems or domestic affairs that only Leprechaun can do something about it.

But she keeps on talking and I keep on listening. All the time thinking one of these days I am going to be in a lot of trouble for talking to some one's missus on the phone at the hours of the night when I should be dreaming of something like roast lamb, or something nice like that.

Last week she called to meet up in a restaurant to talk about something she said was urgent and important that only a sympathetic pair of ears like mine are capable of listening which I doubt very much because ears like mine are as good as yours to be listening to anything other than other people's marital problem. We didn't meet up because I had a good reason not to. I did and it was the first class reason too. I told her I was getting married and had to rush to two other towns after the wedding because I had to marry two more women, one after another in two towns and had to get back in the city to marry the last one before the Tok Kadi calls it a day. She laughed and said you and your tall stories about women.

The boy in you want to tell her that I gotta go to the bathroom but the man in me is just too chicken to hurt someone this hour of the night when I should be thinking about lamb briyani or something nice like that.