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Lenin arrived at the National broadcasting studio on time; he wasn’t dressed in his usual flashy style but wore a rather conservative style, his choice of colour, a dull grey which amplified the gloomy, depressed persona he was trying to depict to perfection. At first glance, anyone would mistake him for Chris if he didn’t have the gloomy aura around him.“Mr Walter, it is a pleasure to meet you.” the reporter smiled amiably as he welcomed Lenin into the studio.“I wish it was under better circumstances.” Lenin replied dryly trying to bring a smile on his face and failing miserably.“Things will get better… you have to believe.” the reporter had a smile as he comforted but if one looked clearly, they would realize that the smile didn’t reach his eyes nor was it anything more than a professional front.“Yes… Hope is what keeps us moving forward…. keeps us going even when everything around us is screaming to give up…” Lenin sighed with a miserable look in his eyes before shaking his head

“You have suffered…” Craig broke the pin drop silence that was created as a result of everyone in the studio sinking into the sadness that Lenin’s words unleashed.“Before we move on to trying to reach out to your debtor for answers, I am going to open the floor for the Q & A session, but I would like to ask you if you are comfortable with going ahead.” Craig looked at Lenin in concern; Lenin was sitting hunched up with his head buried in his hands.Lenin raised his head after about 5 mins with a tensed smile “Apologies… I lost my composure… but it is hard to re-live your nightmare even though the verbal detail is only glossing past…” Lenin shrugged “sketchy to say the least.”“No offense taken.” Craig waved his hand in good nature “There is no need to apologize. This is why I asked you if you want to take a break? We can re-convene in a few minutes.”“No need. I can continue.” Lenin nodded stiffly.“The floor is open for questions.” Craig turned to the audience with his signature smil

Lenin had no idea how he left the studio. He walked through the streets like a lost soul; whether it was his mental state or his physical appearance, which one was more pathetic was debatable. As he walked through the streets, anyone who saw him would take 10 steps away from him. Eggs and rotten tomatoes covered his body giving off a pungent smell; to add to the graphic details was the juices from the smashed eggs and rotten tomatoes that were smashed on his head were running down his face. He didn’t even bother to wipe them off even though they were blurring his vision. He just kept walking, aimlessly through the streets that he once travelled like a king!There was no need to say that Lenin was finished. But what was worth noting was what he did once calmed down. He checked into a hotel and cleaned up before boarding a flight to his uncle’s hometown. He didn’t stop anywhere, nor did he take any detours. He went straight to the sanitorium where his uncle was admitted.“Son, you’re bac

“Daddy’s got double standards.” Emm pouted as she folded her arms across her chest. Chris Jnr too nodded his head in agreement and explained looking at the clueless face of both his parents “Daddy said that a man should have principles that he should live by, but every time mommy throws a tantrum, daddy seems to forget that he is a man.”“Puchi….” Emile burst out giggling… she couldn’t hold it in… their kids were too cute.“How is this double standard?” Chris shrugged as he opened his palms upward in a matter-of-fact gesture.“When we ask daddy to break his principles and not punish us, he never succumbs but mommy doesn’t even need to ask, she only needs to look, and daddy back peddles faster than a super-fast jet.” Both Chris Jnr and Emm spoke in unison as though they have had this conversation a million times in their head.“Puchi….” Emile bend over laughing clutching her tummy; looks like their little ones had a huge grievance. They even completed a long sentence in unison without e

Inside Master’s room, Chris obediently sat cross legged on the mat opposite the one that master habitually sat on; no one else entered. Master too sat cross legged as he swept Chris’s body with his spiritual sense.Outside, Spectra, who had become more familiar with Hendrick whispered, “How big a trouble is Boss in?”“Bucket loads.” Hendrick smirked before turning to Spector “Shouldn’t you be reporting back? See how much trouble you caused my junior brother?”“I…. I …” Spector misunderstood the meaning of Hendrick’s words, taking the literal meaning and blurted while stuttering “I never knew Master would be so fierce.”Although Spector and Spectra were originally master’s disciples, they had just entered the inner sect when Master decided to leave, to enter the next plane with all the inner sect disciples and had not interacted much with master and was unaware of his temperament. They only saw the amiable, calm and composed sect master façade that was displayed in front of everyone.“